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