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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.
“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.
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.
About the Author:
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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I finished this book yesterday and since then I’ve been thinking what to write for my review. To be honest I’m scared shitless to post this review as it has received so many high ratings and you know what some people can be like sometimes.
I really have been wracking my brain as to why I can’t give it more than 3 Stars and I’m coming up blank. Ms. Martinez’s writing id flawless. I know that when I read one of her books I’ll get beauty, heartache, banter, great chemistry and a feel good read. I think for a debut M/M read she has done a fantastic job and I can clearly see more books with M/M featuring in her future writing career. There were so many bits of the book that I highlighted in the book. That it is hard to pick which ones are the best.
I am an Aly Martinez fan. FACT.
I couldn’t wait for this book to come out. FACT.
When I got an ARC and wanted to wait to read it nearer to the release date I just couldn’t. So I started it ASAP. FACT.
I even did a happy dance.
Whereas I loved Henry in and I liked him here I just couldn’t connect with him.
Henry has everything you want in a main character. He is hot, funny well actually he is bloody hilarious. He has a sweet and vulnerable side. He is also cocky, full of himself and well he has the rock star persona down pat. I wanted to see more of his vulnerability. Usually I have a problem with rock star themed but this didn’t bother me at all. Bonus! He has one wish that seems to be so far out of reach.
His greatest fear is to be rejected and that all the people that have been in his life have left him in one way or another. He has Levee his best friend and Robin. Although Robin guts him. Every. Single. Time. He is also scared of flying especially with commercial flights.
Evan Roth left the Academy and well the past ten years he hasn’t been living his life. Evan is also a great main character. It was easier for me to connect with Evan then with Henry. Evan has been in a relationship with a man before that it ended in an awful way. From that point onwards he only dated women.
Enter Henry Alexander where Evan started to reawaken.
Evan becomes Henry’s permanent pilot.
Evan is sweet, a total hunk, patient and seriously an awesome book boyfriend but as Henry has demons that he needs to overcome. HE does and once he is in. He is all in. They have chemistry and banter. I’m actually pissed that I can’t give it more stars but I just don’t have it in me.
Levee and Henry had their banter once again as well.
Once all of their issues came out it was a bit anti-climactic for me. Huh, that was what it was all about? Makes me sound like a bitch with a heart encased in ice.
Please note that this is just my personal opinion and that I am in the minority. I will continue to be a fan as her work appeals to me.
I loved the epilogue so much that it was the cherry on the top.
Will Scott Dalton get a book? Carter and Robin?