Friday, October 30, 2015

The Fall Up blog tour!!



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


NOW AVAILABLE!
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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.


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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.
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Excerpt Two
“You’re overdoing it, Lev. I know this job isn’t exactly nine-to-five, but it’s not twenty-four-seven, either. You have to stop being Levee Williams all the time and just be you.”
“I know,” I responded.
I didn’t though. I felt like a robot parading around in a lost woman’s body.
Smile.
Pose.
Turn.
Toss in the occasional song.
Repeat.
What little time I did manage to carve out for myself was spent at various children’s hospitals across the country.
Smile.
Pose.
Turn.
Watch a child die.
Repeat.
With every day that passed, the smile became less and less genuine, the pose more and more forced, and the turn took me further and further away from who I really was.
My career was soaring while, personally, I was plummeting. Every single day felt like a terrifying free fall in no particular direction. I was stuck in the middle with no way up—or down.
“You remember that girl, right?” Henry asked, tucking a hair behind my ear.
I nodded.
I did remember her. She was fun and carefree. She loved going out and dancing at nightclubs until the very last song played. She slept until noon if she could. Then, fueled by coffee alone, she’d spend the day with a guitar strapped around her neck and a notepad at her side. She had a huge heart, but she knew her limitations.
Oh, I remembered that girl. I just couldn’t figure out how to get back to her.


 My 5 star review of the Fall Up
They always say, not to judge a book by its cover- and before I even started the Fall Up- I judged it. I was in love before I even read a single blurb- I had to understand the meaning behind the cover, and I finally got it after it was over. Aly Martinez has shown so much growth in her writing. I fell in love with her stories with the On the Ropes series, and was then introduced to the Wrecked and Ruined series, and fell even harder for her writing. But this book? Totally blows her previous works out of the water. You can tell she took her time to think of everything in this book. The plot and character development were on point and I don’t think I could have asked for a better book from her. The Fall up was simplistically complex- meaning, this story was beautiful in its simple nature- but had such a complexity about the issues that each character faced- so that to me is a huge oxymoron.

At what point in your life did you ever feel so low, that you just wanted to jump, fall over the ledge- and never look bad? I know it has happened to the best of them- and that’s just what happened to Levee Williams. She found herself of the cusp of barely living after a major tragedy, and one night on a bridge- she found someone who was just as desperate as she was.

Sam Rivers was fine, just simply fine. Everything in his life was fine. And he was really sick of fine. To be honest- he was just existing. And he was done. So when he started smoking a cigarette on a bridge, he saved his life, and Levee’s as well.

What this book takes you on is an emotional journey- from start to finish. It’s in the cancer ward, with Levee as she autographs everything she can for the patients, it’s in the skeleton full of ashes to try to get Sam to stop smoking, it’s in the little things- like designer shoes and wigs. And it’s in the big things like bridges, and the damn rock bottom. I am so in love with these characters, I wanted to keep reading everything about them, even when it was over. 


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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.


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