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Blurb
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.
Henry Alexander is famous, rich and gorgeous ... and openly gay.
In addition, he has a superhuman fear of flying. Whenever he needs to travel, his team on board, especially his head of security Carter, suffers with his panic attacks.
Evan Roth was a pilot and since been adopted by the Wyatt couple, he wanted to be a pilot. He had joined the Air Force Academy but dropped out in the 2nd year. He preferred to say he's bisexual, but in fact he hated labels.
When the two know each other, for reasons of work, Henry immediately interested in Evan, but this one didn't want to have a unique relationship with a man. He could participate in a menage, but didn't want to fall in love.
But Henry was persistent. Evan was hired as his private pilot.
Emotions begin to surface.
Evan helped Henry in his panic attacks and showed him the reason for his fear may had been a Destiny providence.
In turn, Henry showed Evan that love is to overcome their inhibitions and there are no labels, but people in love.
The story is so romantic, with several funny scenes.
I was already a fan of the author and didn't know she writes gay novels. Now I'm a huge fan.
Good pace. Charming characters.
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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