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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.
EXCERPT
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.
REVIEW
Review by: Jennifer
(5 Stars)
Henry Alexander has met his match in Evan Roth!! Henry is the type of guy that when he sees something/someone he wants, he will do what he can to get them... even if they don't play for the same team. In fact that makes it even better to Henry. But what happens when Evan gives in to Henry, and there is more than either of them expected?
With side characters that make you LOL and aww, drama and really hot MM action; I found this story to be amazing!!! I will be reading more from Aly Martinez! I give this 5 stars.
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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