Maybe there’s only one
direction to go when two people fall in love at rock
bottom—up.
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I wanted to jump.
He made me fall.
As a celebrity, I lived
in the public eye, but somewhere along the way, I’d lost myself in the
spotlight.
Until he found me.
Sam Rivers was a
gorgeous, tattooed stranger who saved my life with nothing more than a simple
conversation.
But we were both standing
on that bridge for a reason the night we met. The secrets of our pasts
brought us together—and then tore us apart.
Could we find a reason
to hold on as life constantly pulled us down?
Or maybe there’s only
one direction to go when two people fall in love at rock bottom—up.
Review - 5 Stars
So here's the thing. I'm obsessed with Aly
Martinez's words. And by that I mean that anything she writes, I devoured. I
don't know why I was surprised that this book sucked me in by the first
sentence, but I was, and I spent the rest of my time reading this with my jaw
hanging on the floor stunned at how beautiful this story was. Five stars? No,
that rating wouldn't do this justice. I'd say five hundred might do the trick.
First of all, the love, the romance, it got to me. It was the definition of perfection from page one. I fell in love with the characters and I fell in love with them as a whole. It takes some skill to craft a romance this beautifully, and Aly rocked it. I loved the vulnerability of Levee. She was this perfect contradiction of strong and broken and determined to fix it. She didn't whine. Nor did she complain. She simply lived and when she met Sam, she lived well. And Sam, good lord where do I start? He was this profoundly deep character. And I found myself connecting with his story in so many ways. I wanted to reach into the pages and hug him, among other things. Sarcastic and handsome with a giant heart, he's my definition of perfection.
This story is so much more than romance, though. It shows the road to recovery and how, it may not always be easy, but the way there can be beautiful. I found myself laughing out loud and silently sobbing a time or two. And I found myself thinking of this story, even when I wasn’t reading it.
I loved it and I swear, it’s one of the best books I've read this year. If you haven't picked it up yet, just do it. Don't think about it. Stop reading the reviews on it, and do it because you're book life will be changed after it.
First of all, the love, the romance, it got to me. It was the definition of perfection from page one. I fell in love with the characters and I fell in love with them as a whole. It takes some skill to craft a romance this beautifully, and Aly rocked it. I loved the vulnerability of Levee. She was this perfect contradiction of strong and broken and determined to fix it. She didn't whine. Nor did she complain. She simply lived and when she met Sam, she lived well. And Sam, good lord where do I start? He was this profoundly deep character. And I found myself connecting with his story in so many ways. I wanted to reach into the pages and hug him, among other things. Sarcastic and handsome with a giant heart, he's my definition of perfection.
This story is so much more than romance, though. It shows the road to recovery and how, it may not always be easy, but the way there can be beautiful. I found myself laughing out loud and silently sobbing a time or two. And I found myself thinking of this story, even when I wasn’t reading it.
I loved it and I swear, it’s one of the best books I've read this year. If you haven't picked it up yet, just do it. Don't think about it. Stop reading the reviews on it, and do it because you're book life will be changed after it.
*Review by Danielle M.
Excerpt
“Thank fuck!” Sam said,
swinging the door open before Devon even had the car in park.
“Oh, this isn’t my
place. We’re just dropping Devon off. I’m about twenty minutes across
town?” I tossed him a sugary smile then
boldly shifted my hand into his lap, purposely brushing the bulge under his
denim.
Grabbing my wrist, he
narrowed his eyes and called out, “Devon, I’m gonna need to borrow a bedroom.”
I burst out laughing as
Devon cursed loudly.
“Fine. This is my
place. No smoking inside though,” I snipped as I climbed from the SUV.
“You better have some
seriously exciting extracurricular activities to keep me distracted, then.”
“I have Ping-Pong!”
“Not exactly what I was
thinking.” He mischievously cocked his head. “But I guess paddles and balls are
as good a start as any.” Dipping down, he hoisted me over his shoulder. “Point
me to the Ping-Pong table, my lady.”
I didn’t. I laughed
hysterically as he carried me inside. Then I directed him to my bedroom
instead.
I heard Devon locking
up the house as Sam deposited me on the bed.
“Jesus. This
view.” He pushed the curtains back. “Why
the hell would you ever go up to the bridge when you have this here?”
“I don’t know,” I
answered, pulling my earrings off and placing them on my nightstand.
Oh, but I knew. It
might not have been what had originally sent me up that bridge, but it was why
my feet carried me back every night. And that very reason was currently
standing in front of me with entirely too much clothing on.
“You want a beer?” I
asked, sliding my shoes off.
“Nah, I’m good.” He
faced me, and I could tell something was off with his demeanor. He didn’t inch
any closer. Instead, his lips were tight and his eyes uncomfortably flashed
around the room.
It suddenly didn’t feel
like Sam standing in front of me at all.
He felt like a stranger
who had just come face-to-face with Levee Williams.
Damn it.
“Why are you looking at
me like that? Are you about to freak out?” I whispered, nervously moistening my
lips.
He shoved his hands
into his pockets. “I’m not really sure yet. But I’m gonna need you to stop
licking your lips long enough for me to figure it out.” His mouth cracked into
a wide grin, and my shoulders relaxed.
Now that was a flash of
my Sam.
“Want to tell me what’s
going on?” I asked.
“It’s just… I think
this is the first time I’ve realized that you’re some big-time celebrity. I
might be in over my head here, Designer Shoes.”
“I just make music,
Sam.” I returned his smile and very slowly prowled in his direction. “Imagine
how I feel though. You’re Samuel Nathan Rivers. A tough, tattooed furniture
designer who makes six figures a year but is too afraid to tell his mommy he
votes democratic.” I giggled as he frowned humorously. Stopping in front of
him, I dragged a fingernail down his chest then teased the waistband of his
jeans. “Have you considered that maybe I’m the one who’s in over her head
here?” I leaned forward to nip at his lips, but he spun us around.
“Excellent point. I’m
going to need you to try really hard to keep it together, Levee. You haven’t
even seen my six-pack and huge cock, yet.” He smirked and attempted to return
my nip, but I stepped out of his reach.
“You brought beer and
chicken?” I feigned excitement.
That one corny joke was
all it took to bring my Sam back completely.
With a sexy smile and a
coy shrug, he seductively backed me toward the bed. “What can I say? I like to
be prepared.”
“Clearly,” I breathed.
He moved in close so
his lips were only a centimeter away, but for as much as I wanted him, it was
agonizing. “Clearly,” he repeated, his smoky yet sweet breath breezing across
my mouth.
His strong arm looped
around my waist, tugging me against his chest, while I stared into his hooded
eyes, eagerly waiting for him to make a move.
Any move.
Every move.
About the Author:
Aly Martinez
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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