Maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall
in love at rock bottom—up.
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Synopsis:
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.
✯✯5 Bright Stars!!!✯✯
I feel like I been waiting forever to get my hands on this book. Man, it was worth the wait. It was everything I expected from Aly Martinez and then add a bunch more on top if it. Sam Rivers is not your typical book boyfriend. He is so much more. And, Levee Williams.. Man, she is not your typical pop princess who has the money and the looks. She is so much more.
Sam and Levee meet in the middle of a rainy night on top of a bridge. They have been going there a few night before Sam approached Levee. They're both up there for different reasons. Yet, still haunted by demons. Sam has no idea who Levee is but can tell she is trying to hide. They have an instant connection. Night after night they meet on the bridge.
Every night they spend on that bridge they talk a little bit more. Sam keeps wishing he won't see Levee on that bridge. But, loves getting to spend time with her anyway. Sam finally gets Levee off that bridge and into his bed. Hahaha maybe not exactly like that but pretty close.
Sam has lost a lot of close people in his life. He has felt responsible for them. Sam doesn't want to loose anybody else. It's one of the reasons why I loved Sam. He never once tried to change Levee. All Sam wants is what's best for Levee. Levee has a lot going on. She can't seem to see straight nowadays. Between the concerts and spending as much time as possible making sick children smile, Levee is loosing sight of who she is. She keeps trying to say she's not sure why she keeps going on that bridge, but deep down she does. Ever since Sam has come into her life Levee is seeing things clearer. Levee is planning on getting herself help.
This book was beautifully written. Aly handled the suicide topic very well. There was laughter, joking, friendship and seriousness all wrapped up in one book. Every relationship whether it friendship, family or romantic was perfect. Even though Sam and Levee had demons and issues they were not afraid to ask or go for help. This is in my top 2015 must reads!!
Excerpt:
“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:
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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