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.
“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.
From the very first sentence, Aly had me.
“It was raining.
Isn’t that the way all great love stories start?”
This book is beautiful.
This book is very heart warming, and restores a little bit of faith that
has been lost in the human race. I had
no expectations with The Fall Up when I started, I went in pretty blind, only
seeing a teaser that had been posted, and I knew I had to read this story. Aly’s writing is exceptional, and the care
she took in her characters made me feel like they were old friends.
Sam and Levee. Levee is a popstar teetering on the edge. She takes on too much, and something has to
give. Sam…well he is just this amazing
guy who has no idea who Levee is at first.
Two strangers meet on the edge of
the San Fransico Bridge one night, nights after Sam has watched Levee in
silence. Both of them on that bridge for
different reasons, they continue to meet and learn a little more about each
other. These two have an amazing
connection, and Sam’s desire to help Levee made me swoon.
“There isn’t a woman in the world who doesn’t have demons of some sort. No matter who I end up with, it’s always going to be a struggle…..Levee, I’d like to struggle with you.”
“There isn’t a woman in the world who doesn’t have demons of some sort. No matter who I end up with, it’s always going to be a struggle…..Levee, I’d like to struggle with you.”
This
book is a top read for 2015 for me. I
loved how Aly took a topic that could be really somber, wove it through a book
that was anything but, and restored some hope inside.
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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