BLOG TOUR : The Fall Up d’Aly Martinez

the fall up live« Peut-être qu’il n’y a qu’une seule direction où se rendre lorsque deux personnes tombent amoureuses plus bas que terre, vers le haut. »
The Fall Up d’Aly Martinez sort aujourd’hui et c’est un livre à ne pas manquer ! Mon avis plus tard dans la soirée.
Il y a un concours en fin d’article alors n’hésitez pas à tenter votre chance.
Avis : https://leschroniquesaleatoiresblog.wordpress.com/2015/10/27/the-fall-up/

the fall up cover ebookRésumé :
J’ai voulu sauter.
Il m’a fait tomber amoureuse.
En tant que célébrité, je vis avec le regard public sur moi, mais quelque part en chemin, je me suis perdue sous les feux des projecteurs.
Jusqu’à ce qu’il me trouve.
Sam Rivers était magnifique, un étranger tatoué qui m’a sauvé la vie avec rien d’autre qu’une simple conversation.
Mais on était tout deux perchés sur un pont pour une raison la nuit où nous nous sommes rencontrés. Les secrets de nos passés nous ont réunis et arrachés l’un à l’autre.
Pouvons-nous trouver une raison de vivre dans une vie qui nous tire constamment vers le bas ?
Ou peut-être qu’il n’y a qu’une seule direction où se rendre lorsque deux personnes tombent amoureuses plus bas que terre, vers le haut.


Extrait 1 :

“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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Extrait 2 :

“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.

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Liens d’achat :
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1Gt7jsy
iBooks: http://apple.co/1PNWYKO
Kobo: http://bit.ly/1PPOmCv

L’auteure :
aly martinez
Née et élevée à Savannah en Georgia, Aly Martinez est une mère u foyer de 4 enfants complétement dingue de moins de 5 ans, y comprit une paire de jumeaux. Actuellement vivant en Caroline d Sud, elle passe son peu de temps libre à lire tout et n’importe quoi qu’elle a sous la main, de préférence accompagné d’un verre de vin.
Après quelques encouragements de la part de ses amis, Aly a décidé d’ajouter « Auteure » a sa très longue liste en cours de job. 5 livres plus tard, elle ne montre aucune signe de fatigue. Alors prenez un verre de Chardonnay, ou une bouteille si vous trainez avec Aly, et rejoignez-la à bord de son train fou qu’elle appelle la vie.

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