Friday, May 20, 2016

Blog Tour ARC Review + Giveaway: The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez


Henry Alexander's story in The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez is NOW LIVE! 

I was afraid to fly.
He made me soar.

After years of climbing the ladder of success in the music industry, I finally had everything I could want.
Yet I still found myself wandering through life alone.

Captain Evan Roth was the one man I never saw coming.
Tall, dark, mysterious… Straight.

We were both damaged beyond repair and searching for something so elusive we weren’t sure it even existed.

But, when two broken souls collide in midair, falling is a given.

I just never expected to crave the spiral down.




5 'Heaven' stars

Being an m/m reader, I'm delighted to learn that Aly Martinez finally is dipping her toe into this genre. Yowza! Since I love all her m/f books, I'm absolutely sure that I'm gonna love The Spiral Down too. Now that all my expectation are fully met and I just wanna gush on how much I love Henry and Evan. 

We met Henry Alexander, a famous singer and best friend of the previous heroine, Levee in The Fall Up. Who wouldn't love this funny gay pal who had an obsession towards straight man and absolutely terrified of flying. Yupe, he is a gay who doesn't like other gay. Weird, much?

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Then we have Evan Roth, the replacement pilot who was hire to fly Henry's private plane. Evan is a man who doesn't like to be label and when he met Henry for the first time, all he can think about is wacky diva at his finest moment. Little did he know that the Henry's storm is going to be a permanent fixture in his life.

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After getting over another overwhelming flight experience, Henry decided that he need to pursue his hot new pilot at all cost. Wine and dine and serenading Evan with his music are definitely on the menu. But he didn't count on having a threesome to be part of the seduction plan. Pants on fire! How do Henry get out of this unscathed and get his man?

One of the best part of Aly's story is always great cast of supporting characters. She just make me want to know more about every single one of them. We gotta catch up with Levee and Sam Rivers, then we have the humanoid bodyguard, Carter, the rebellious sister, Robin and Evan's bff, Scott. They provide tons of comic relief, although Henry alone is enough to make me pee my pants.

"I only care because we all know how this is going to end. You have to stop trying to convert the straight guys. It's always a train wreck."

The humor in this one is totally spot on. Not too juvenile to make me wanna roll my eyes, just the right amount of witty humor and sarcasm. Even the sex scene are not overdone or too much. Just the right amount to satisfy your craving and keep you asking for me. I definitely don't mind more!

I'd yet to see his face contorted mid-orgasm or in the middle of the night with his mouth hanging open and drool dripping from the corner. It was my duty as an American to discover this information. Strictly in the name of science, of course.

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Henry's hypocritical and crazy obsession towards straight man seriously make me want to bash his head in a few times, but once I learn the real reason behind it, I can't help but wanna give him a bear hug and tell him that 'You are special, don't let anyone tell you otherwise'.

Evan also has his own demon to overcome. His own past is not short of its own drama and complication. But no matter how much the past hurts, the story didn't went into angst overload. Henry's charming persona is hard to resist, even for Evan, who had been guarding his heart for a decade. 

Overall, The Spiral Down is one fun, loving and sexy package that shouldn't be miss by Aly's fan and m/m readers alike.





Henry

“How about you and one of your girls come out to my show in L.A. next week? My treat. Dinner, drinks, the whole deal. Evan and I would love to take you two beautiful ladies out for an evening.”
“Excuse me?” he exclaimed, cocking his head to catch my gaze.
I leaned back into my seat and lifted a hand to massage his shoulder. I was barely able to suppress a moan when the angle of his firm trap muscle met my palm.
Fuck, this guy was built like a brick wall. And I was going to love every second of watching him crumble for me.
“Oh, come on, Evan. It’s the least we can do. Double date.” I winked at Jessica. “You can fly them out! My plane should be ready by then.”
Jessica’s eyes jumped to Evan’s. “You’re a pilot?” Her smile spread irritatingly wide.
Back off, Ginger Spice.
Snapping my fingers in her direction, I corrected, “He’s my pilot.”
Subtlety was not a virtue I possessed. Was subtlety a virtue at all?
“Your temporary pilot,” he amended before shaking his head and then tipping his beer to his lips for a long pull.
“Anyway. Do we have a date?” And, by date, I meant feeding her dinner while I attempted to work my way into Evan’s pants.
She pressed one finger to her lips and then nervously flashed her eyes around the cabin.
“Oops. Sorry.” I shrugged sheepishly. Lifting my drink to my mouth, I discreetly passed her my cocktail napkin and then not-so-discreetly brushed my forearm against Evan’s chest as I pulled away.
He offered her a tight smile just before she disappeared.
I grinned proudly.
“What the fucking hell was that?” he whisper-yelled at me.
“That was me getting a woman’s number.”
He arched an eyebrow. “A woman. Really?”
“What? Is that not allowed?” I feigned innocence.
He clenched his fist in his lap, and it made me suddenly aware that my own hands had stopped trembling—and in record time, I should note. Evan seemed to be quite useful in the art of distraction.
He leaned closer. “Don’t bullshit me. I looked you up. You’re…” He stopped, unwilling to say the big, bad “G” word.
“I’m what?” I taunted.
He rolled his eyes and chugged the rest of his beer.
We went back to silence until Jessica came back by with another drink, complete with her phone number written on the napkin.
“I’m not going on a double date,” Evan said as I tucked the napkin into my pocket. “You want me to fly them out? Not a problem. Schedule it with Jackson. But that’s the extent of my professional responsibilities. And, since I’m off the clock right now, I’d also like to mention that I think whatever play you’re planning to run on that woman is fucked up.”
My head snapped to his. “I’m sorry. Play?” I asked with more attitude than I had originally planned.
“Yes. Play,” he sneered.
I stirred my drink. “Let me get this straight. I’m offering to fly her out in a private jet, feed her dinner at one of the best restaurants in the city, and put her front row at a concert that has been sold out for over a year. That doesn’t seem like a play to me. It sounds like I’m trying to do something nice for a woman I was rude to earlier.” I casually leaned back in my seat. “My conscience doesn’t ‘play’ when it comes to apologies.”
“Right. Well, maybe you should have a chat with your conscience, because she looks like she just won the date of a lifetime. Meanwhile, you don’t even like women.” He stalled, no doubt looking for just the right word to express his disgust without sounding like a bigot. Judging by his gentleness when we’d taken off, he wasn’t the type of guy to go for the fag bomb.
I watched him intently, excited to see how he was going to handle this.
“You’re gay.”
I frowned at his lack of creativity. “Not that it’s any of your damn business. But I’ll have you know I love women.”
It wasn’t a lie. I adored women. Especially Levee and Robin.
I just didn’t like pussy. Meh. Semantics.
He gaped. “You’re bi?”
“And I’ll repeat: None of your damn business. But yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”
Again, it wasn’t necessarily a lie.
Was I bisexual? Fuck no. My cock was in no way an equal opportunity employer.
I was somewhat bilingual though. I knew how to ask for a blow job in English and Spanish. I pretended that was what he meant.
Chupame la verga.


Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.

After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.


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