Friday, October 30, 2015

New Orleans Temptation Series by Monica May (Blog Tour/Review)

Living the American Dream Shelby had everything she could have dreamed of. A handsome husband two wonderful children a beautiful home and a great job. 
What else could she ask for?

In an instant her world is turned upside down when she innocently looks at her husband’s phone. With this Devastating discovery Shelby has to decide if she will walk away from twenty years of marriage or will she find a way to fit into Grant’s erotic world? 
Will she walk on the wild side she never knew she had? How far will she go? If she crosses the line will she be able to live with herself when the sun comes up? Or will she let her over conservative personality end her marriage?

Devastated – Book 1 of The New Orleans Temptation Series

“Enough with all this chit-chat, Grant, come fuck me,” I say as I pull him into the room. 

“Always, my Bossy Girl!” He does as he’s told, and he does it quick. He doesn’t remove a shred of my clothing. Picking me up swiftly, he lays me across the bed and heads back to the door to lock it. Walking back from the door, he unzips his pants. Once he reaches me, he turns me over and pushes my shoulders down on the bed. 

He enters me with force and pounds quickly. It feels so sexy for him to be so dominant. It takes him a moment to regain control of himself to give me steady thrusts. I am now able to rock back and forth on my knees to meet him. My skirt is pushed up high on my waist, with my breasts spilling out of my corset. Grant’s hands are firm on my hips pulling me back and forth. I love when he pulls all the way out letting me feel his entire length.

Slowing his motions, I feel his cock grow larger. I feel the walls of my pussy contract onto him as my orgasm comes over me in a pulsating wave. It literally starts in my toes and moves through my entire body all the way up to my head. He slows down just enough to let me catch my breath, but does not stop thrusting , making it that much better. 

After passionately rolling around in the bed for a few minutes, I’m able to get on top of him, and I brace my arms on the headboard behind his head. His green eyes stare up at me. Using the headboard for support, I ride him with force and depth. I am so wet, my slickness allows my clit to rub on his pelvis. I feel my orgasm coming again so soon, and I want Grant to come with me. “Do you like my soaking wet pussy on you? Do you want me to fuck you harder?” He gets so turned on by dirty talk, and right on cue, we both come together with fireworks. I ride him slowly until I no longer feel him pulsating inside of me. I collapse on top of him as he wraps his arms around me, flipping us over and devouring me in kisses.


A Realistic and relatable story about LOVE in all of its forms.... Endearing, sweet, forgiving, erotic, and unbreakable LOVE! Sometimes we loose ourselves in the everyday, everyday and it takes a something devastating to remind us how important it is live life to the fullest with the ones you love. Grant and Shelby's erotic intervention reminds them just how much they mean to each other.... Definitely recommending to friends!!!! What a refreshing read!

After losing her husband Samantha throws her life into recreating her Great Aunts erotic club on Bourbon Street.  She does her best to avoid getting close to any man but how long can she hold out when Parke enters her life?  While trying to avoid her attraction to Parke Samantha tries her best to make her club a hit by hiring the most beautiful people in New Orleans.

During the hiring process Shelby begs her to hire a women she met at the battered women’s shelter.  Reluctantly Samantha caves and hires Sunny not knowing much about her.  Will this hire bring down her entire club? Samantha has no idea that Sunny is running from a man, a man that has vowed to find her and kill her if she ever ran from him again.  As the President of the MC group The Flaming Dragons his reach is far and wide.  Will he find her?  Can Sunny’s new love interest Jackson keep her safe?

Hidden- Book 2 of The New Orleans Temptation Series

“That has never happened to me before,” I whisper. “What are you doing to me, Jackson?” I grin up at him. 

“About to make love to you,” he says, pulling the belt around my waist releasing my dress. It slides down my newly shaven legs pooling at my feet. “If that is a new feeling to you, I have a lot of catching up to do, babe.”

You will have to wait your turn for show and tell, handsome.” Dropping to my knees, I pull the string on his pants releasing them to find their place in a pool across from my dress. My eyes have to be as big as saucers right now. First of all, he is commando, yep, nothing under those sexy pants of his but his pure hot muscles of steel. Secondly and most importantly, I’m taken by his size. He’s a very large man standing at 6’3” with the most beautiful penis I have ever seen. I know, ladies, they’re not really pretty, but you haven’t seen this one. It’s long and thick with a perfectly round head. I stare at it in amazement watching it jerk under my gaze. 

“You’re killing me up here. Snap out of the daydream, darling.” 

I look up at him from under my eyelashes slowly taking him into my mouth and placing one hand at his shaft not sure I’ll be able to take all of him. But I’m sure as hell going to try. I hear him groan as I open a little wider to let him go deeper working his shaft with my other hand. I slowly pull away licking his slit gently while massaging his balls. 

“Fuck, Sunny, you have to slow down or I’m gonna lose my shit here.” 

I ignore his plea taking him in again and sucking hard while pulling away. The sense of power I feel right now is so exhilarating, I feel the wetness increasing. When I feel his balls tighten, I know I’m almost home free. But before I take him down again, his large arms are under mine pulling me into his. I wrap my legs around his waist pressing my heels into his firm ass while he walks to the sofa. 

“I can’t wait another damn minute, Sunny, I need to be inside of you like yesterday.”

“Then what are you waiting for? Jackson, I’m so wet for you.”


There was major anticipation to read Samantha's story after the bits and pieces shared about her personality in book one, so I was so happy I had the opportunity to dive right into "Hidden", the moment I finished "Devastated".

She was introduced as such a sexy, uninhibited free spirit. And the story of her great aunt set the scene for awesome sequel. Needless to say, book two does not disappoint. Not only do we get to see Samantha's dream come into fruition and the spirit of her great aunt flow freely thru out the club, we got meet a plethora of amazing characters. We are introduced to Parke, who has amazing chemistry with Samantha, and makes her second guess all of her ruled and boundaries. Then there's Sunny and Jackson, which most of "Hidden" is about their story and struggle.

I absolutely loved their relationship. Jackson was the epitome of an alpha male; protective and how he desired Sunny from the moment he first laid eyes on her. 
I enjoyed book one, "Devastated", but "Hidden" is by far my favorite of the two. The writing was a little better, the story more polished, and of course, the intimate scenes were
HOT, HOT, HOT!!!!!!!!! 

All in all, this is an amazing !!!!!!!

Tuesday, October 27, 2015

"The Fall Up" by Aly Martinez : BLOG TOUR/REVIEW

Maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall 
in love at rock bottom—up.

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.

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Out of pain and tragedy came love! I absolutely loved Levee and Sam's story. Amazingly, meeting think that they are saving each other's lives, in a way they actually were. They both served as a driving force for the other to LIVE, and enjoy rather than just exist  in the world that was forced upon them. I loved the snark, and sarcastic between the two of them. And I loved their chemistry chemistry as well. TFU, brought laughter, and tears while I read, and I definitely plan on reading this one again.

Excerpt One
“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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Sunday, October 18, 2015

Our Sins (The Angel Trilogy Book # 3) by Kimberly Blalock - Release Day Blitz/REVIEW

Get ready for the explosive conclusion to Evan and Abby's love story!!
My name is Abigale Hayes. My story has been brutal thus far, but brutal is nothing I haven’t felt my entire life. I love Evan Young. He’s everything to me. There are monsters waiting, lurking, and ready to pounce. I seriously recommend you’re careful who you choose to trust. I wasn’t. 
I’m Evan Young. I love her, I want to keep her safe and happy. I’m failing on both counts. I’ve chosen to bring her into a life filled with evil. I should let her go, but I can’t, I won’t. She’s mine and I’m hers, end of.
Until oblivion it is…

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I absolutely loved the ending to this trilogy! It picks up right where book two left off, and just when you think, these two done with the drama, the tugs gets pulled from beneath them. There were a lot of surprises and twists and an HEA, that will evoke happy tears. And if that wasn't enough, Kimberly's "Letters From Mommy" did me in.

There were many things I loved about about "Our Sins". As always the chemistry between Evan and Abby is still hotter than ever. Their intimacy settles and soothes the other, licks their wounds, so to speak, and they find their safe place within each other. It's hot, but also beautiful. I loved how strong Abby becomes in this book. She's not quite Natalia, but she shows and proves to be a survivor. I hope there is a Natalia standalone coming, because I love her character, and the banter between she and Mike. It's cute. 
This series has definitely been a favorite! Very happy to be given an opportunity to read and review it. I will certainly miss these characters.... Angel and Dimple Destruction.

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The Angel Trilogy by Kimberly Blalock
His Angel (The Angel Trilogy #1)
When Evan Young walks into Abigale Hayes’s life she falls; mind, body, and soul for the man she thinks he is, having no idea that the secrets he holds in his hands will destroy the girl she is. Abby must decide how the truth will affect the relationship that has her craving more with every breath she takes and how she will take revenge into her own hands. Evan will die to protect Abby and will kill for her too. The events that unfold will change who Abigale Hayes is forever.

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My Demons (The Angel Trilogy #2)
Abigale Hayes has had many things ripped from her life. She‘s been broken and emotionally left to die in the darkness she’s been living in for far too long. Love finds Abby is ways she hadn't imagined would ever be possible, but so do lies and betrayal. Abby will be put in a position to protect the one man she loves and has realized without a doubt she will love forever. Evan’s love for Abby will take him to a whole new depth of darkness and dealing with those that want the love of his life for themselves will be the end of Evan and Abby. Or will it?

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Kimberly has been writing since she was a young girl growing up in Kansas City, Mo. Reading and writing has always been a big part of her life. She enjoys a world she can get lost in while reading a good book. A wife and mother to four beautiful children she decided she wasn't busy enough. She spent some time chasing down fugitives as a bounty hunter then laid down her hand cuffs and finished her college degree in nursing.
Kimberly loves discovering new music to jam out to and loves anything that's different. When Kimberly isn't writing or playing superhero for her children, she takes care of her patients as a Registered nurse in the field of hospice.

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Thursday, October 15, 2015

The Fall Up by Aly Martinez (Excerpt Reveal)

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Chapter One
It was raining. Isn’t that the way all great love stories start? And also usually end? The midnight air was cool against my skin as I stared off that bridge. My blond wig was secured in place by a headband, and chunky sunglasses covered my whiskey-colored eyes. I didn’t look like myself any more than I felt it. Bruises from the night before painted my legs while fresh scabs covered my knees, but it was the hollowness in my chest that hurt the most.
 Yep. Still me.
Which was exactly why I was standing on that bridge, wishing for the mental fortitude to hurl myself off.
A man’s voice interrupted my thoughts. “You finally gonna do it tonight?”
I instinctually smoothed my fake hair down and pressed the bridge of my glasses closer to my face, sealing out any possible glance he could catch. I stared ahead as I snapped, “Excuse me?”
“I’ve seen you here three nights in a row now. I was just wondering if tonight was going to be the night you finally jump.”
My eyes flashed wide, but since they were covered by the dark glasses, my reaction remained hidden. “I just like the view. That’s all.” What a load of shit.
I watched him nod out of the corner of my eye. “Yeah me too. It’s gorgeous up here.”
Shuffling my feet to the side, I attempted to slip away as he pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and offered it my way.
“You want one?”
I shook my head and then crept down a few inches to put distance between us.
“Suit yourself.” He used a hand to shield the lighter from the wind, but the constant sprinkle of rain made his task impossible. “Damn it,” he cursed with the cigarette tucked between his lips. “Little help?” he asked, swinging his gaze to mine.
Arching an eyebrow, I asked, “With what?”
“It’s raining…and windy…and I’m trying to burn one.” He tilted his head, equally as incredulous.
“You want me to call God? We had a bad breakup recently, but he might be willing to do me one last favor.”
He breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. “That would be fantastic. What’s the big guy’s response time like these days? Last time we spoke, it was”—he paused to look at his watch—“oh, twenty-seven years.”
A soft laugh bubbled from my throat, and one side of his mouth lifted in a gorgeous grin.
“I’m not exactly in the mood to wait that long, so maybe you could just block the wind with your body?” His smile spread as he stepped toward me, forcing my gaze to nervously bounce away.
“Sorry. Can’t help you there. Lung cancer and I broke up too.” After gathering the back of my wig into a ponytail, I pulled it over my shoulder and turned away from him. The chill of the wind blasted my face and roared over my ears as it rushed past me.
I went back to staring out at the dark, choppy water, becoming lost in the idea of how cold it might be.
Is tonight the night?
My feet would more than likely never leave the edge of that bridge, but there was a definite reason why I was imagining ending it all. Exactly zero other people in the world would understand why. I had it all, and I dreamed about losing it all—more often than I would ever admit, even to myself.
After stepping out of my heels, I slipped my foot between the bars on the railing. The wind slammed my bruised leg against the metal. “Shit,” I hissed as pain shot through me.
“You think that hurts? Imagine falling twenty-five stories then crashing into the water, which might as well be concrete, at speeds upward of seventy miles per hour,” the man said, leaning on the metal railing next to me.
“Wow. Someone’s done some research,” I said sarcastically, barely sparing him a glance.
“Daily,” he responded frankly, causing my surprised gaze to swing to his. Simply shrugging at my reaction, he turned his back to the railing and propped himself up on his colorfully tattooed forearms. “You forget I’ve been here the last three nights in a row too.” He smirked, lifting the cigarette up to his lips for a deep inhale.
 “Listen, I’m not going to jump if you’re some kind of caped crusader on a mission. I just needed some fresh air.” I pointedly glanced at his cigarette.
A laugh escaped his mouth in a grey puff. “Fresh air is overrated. Especially given the reason you’re standing here.” He knowingly arched a dark-brown eyebrow.
“Riiiiight,” I drawled, rolling my eyes behind my glasses. “Okay, well, I was just heading out anyway.”
“Then my work here is done.” He bowed, and the corner of my mouth lifted in a smile as I stepped back into my shoes and walked away. 
I shook my head at the random stranger. Then, a thought struck me, stopping me only a few feet away. Spinning back to face him, I asked, “Wait. Were you reaching out to me as a cry for help?”
“Oh look. Designer Shoes has a conscience!” He dropped his cigarette to the damp ground, stepping on it with the toe of his well-worn, black boots. Bending over, he picked the butt up and tucked it in his pocket.
At least he didn’t litter.
“Oh look. Tattooed Stalker has jokes!” I smarted back.
He smiled, pulling another cigarette from his pocket and then pausing just before guiding it between his lips. “Were you judging me based on my tattoos? I’m offended.” He feigned anguish then laughed while lifting his lighter to once again battle the wind for a nicotine fix.
I wanted to walk away, but he wasn’t wrong. I did have a conscience, and right then, I was worried that it might really be his night to make good on his apparent numerous visits to the bridge.
With a huff, I headed back towards him, praying that I could wrap it up as quickly as possible then head back to my house for a few hours of sleep. Or, more likely, lie awake while staring at the ceiling and crying.
“Are you planning to jump for real?” I asked.
His smile fell as he focused on the water. “Nah. I don’t have the balls to do something like that. Talking to you wasn’t a plea for help or anything. You just look worse than usual tonight.” His gaze slid down to my battered legs.
“Oh!” I exclaimed in understanding. “That’s not at all what you’re thinking. I fell down some stairs.”
He quirked his lips in disbelief.
“I’m serious!”
“I’m sure you are,” he told the wind. “You can go. I’m good.”
I could have walked away, but for some reason, I pulled my jacket tighter around my shoulders and silently stood there while he finished his cigarette.
After a final deep inhale, he flicked it over the railing of the bridge.
Apparently, he does litter.
Turning to me, his face became serious. “You need to call the cops before he makes the decision to end it all for you.”
“Who?” I asked, watching the burning ember hit the metal column then explode in a million different sparks before disappearing down to the water below. 
Lucky cigarette.
 “The stairs…and whatever inanimate object you’re blaming for those bruises you’re hiding behind sunglasses at one in the morning. You should call the cops before…” His voice trailed off, but his dark gaze narrowed on mine. His eyes bored into my hidden stare, combining with the rain and wind to send chills down my spine.
I took the moment to secretly assess him. He was insanely sexy, but nothing like the men I was accustomed to. His chin was the kind of scruffy that made women weak, but it was obvious he didn’t pay four hundred dollars for his personal hairstylist to shape it. Judging by his shaggy, brown hair that begged for me to thread my fingers in it, I wasn’t sure he was even a barbershop kind of guy. He stood a few inches taller than I was in heels, so I pegged him at around six one. And while his tattooed forearms were deliciously sculpted and his shoulders were notably defined, his body didn’t appear to be swollen with muscles from hours spent at the gym. By the aura of bad boy he gave off, I would have expected him to be a self-consumed, arrogant prick.
He wasn’t though.
He was just an average guy worrying about the well-being of an average girl.
Only he couldn’t have been more wrong, and a pang of guilt hit me hard.
Just not hard enough for me to do anything to correct his assumptions about who I was.
Very softly, I attempted to put his fears to rest. “I promise it’s not what you’re thinking.”
“Okay,” he responded, unconvinced. He nodded to himself before dragging another cigarette from his pocket.
I watched him struggle for a second before I scooted towards him, using my body to block the wind.
Biting the cigarette between his straight, white teeth, he smiled devilishly around it. “Thanks.” Flicking the flame to life, he hunched over until a stream of smoke swirled up from the red tip.
“You should stop smoking.”
“Noted.” He exhaled through his nose.
We went back to silently staring over the side of the bridge. The familiar lights of the San Francisco skyline danced all around us. And, even as tourists and locals alike passed by us, I felt an odd, and unbelievably comfortable, isolation standing there with him.
When my teeth began to chatter, his attention was drawn my way. “I’m not here to jump. You really can go.”
I nodded but didn’t move away.
He chuckled, crossing his arms over his chest and rubbing his biceps for warmth.
“How are you not frozen?” I asked, taking in his thin Henley for the first time since we met.
Shrugging, he dropped his cigarette, answering as he bent to retrieve it. “Thick skin? I’m used to it? I come here a lot? I’m half Eskimo?” 
I eyed him suspiciously. “You’re cold, aren’t you?”
“Fucking. Freezing,” he admitted, tucking his arms close to his body and blowing into his hands. “I just came up here for one smoke. Then I saw you. Now, come on. Be a lady and loan a man a jacket,” he joked, tugging on the edge of my coat.
I laughed, hugging it even tighter around my body and stepping out of his reach. “How about we both just leave? Then neither of us have to worry about the other plummeting to their death.”
“Sounds like an amazing plan.” He shoved his hands into the pockets of the tattered jeans riding low on his hips. As we began the hike back down to the foot of the bridge, he asked, “You have a name, Designer Shoes?”
I smiled and shook my head, not willing to lie—or divulge the truth.
“Yeah. Me either,” he replied.
I bit my bottom lip to suppress a laugh.
Side by side, we trudged the rest of the way in silence.
When we got to the foot of the bridge, he turned to face me and sighed. “Well, I genuinely hope I never see you again.”
My head snapped back in shock, and maybe a little hurt.
But he quickly corrected himself. “No! I just mean… Shit.” He ran a nervous hand through his hair while I watched, amused. “I just mean, given the way we met… I…um. I hope you never have a reason to go back up there.”
I teasingly tipped my head to the side. “But I really like the view.”
He cleared his throat. “Right. Of course, the view. Okay, well, have a good night.”
“You too.” I smiled tightly, but my feet didn’t budge. I told myself that it was because I didn’t want him to see my car or the bodyguard waiting for me behind the wheel. But, in reality, I just wasn’t ready to leave. Home wasn’t where I wanted to be. I didn’t actually want to be anywhere.
Not even standing at the foot of a bridge, talking to a witty and sexy man.
Okay, maybe I wanted that a little bit.
 “Yep. Have a good night,” he repeated, shoving his hands inside his pockets and slowly backing away.
I gave him a quick wave, which he returned before he jogged in the other direction.
I smiled to myself, shaking my head at the entire interaction—secretly lamenting that it hadn’t been longer.
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Maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall 
in love at rock bottom—up.
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RELEASE DATE: October 26th
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.
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About the Author:
Aly Martinez
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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.