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303 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 9, 2016
“The high that came from being with a straight man, knowing he was going against his own genetic coding just for one night with me, made every minute of the pain worth it.”
“The inevitable spiral down when they realized what they had done.”
This doesn't make you gay, Evan. It just makes you mine.
Those forbidden encounters were a drug. And I was a junkie. The hunt of finding that perfect blend of brute masculinity and subtle curiosity.
I swear to God, if you get us kicked off this flight, I will kill you. We have to get home. Take a deep breath, grab your fucking balls, and act like a man. It's a flight. Not a death march."
Another loud bang made me flinch. "What the hell was that?"
He sighed. "Man. Up."
"I'd like to meet the pilot before we take off. Get his credentials and all. Maybe he's willing to take a bribe."
It wasn't supposed to happen like that. But, for reasons lost on me, Evan could strip whatever disguise I attempted to hide behind. Fame, fortune, fear. He saw through them all.
Grasping his wrists, I pressed them to the wall on either side of him. He moaned, and I swear to God I tasted it. His pure, carnal need filled my senses.
Please don't call it a penis. You know he prefers his formal title."
"Yes. Sorry. I forgot. Please relay my apologies to Prince Everhard."
Gay. Straight. Bi. None of them fit me the way "mine" did rolling off Henry's tongue. Suddenly, it was the only label I'd ever wanted.
The one thing I really wanted could never be bought. I wasn’t even sure it could be earned. It was something so rare that I feared it didn’t actually exist. Love. Unconditional. Unwavering. Eternal. Love.Henry Alexander is an openly gay and very famous and very talented musician. He sleeps around some and has a particular type. And that type is the straight man. Something to conquer. Something that isn’t risky. A straight man won’t love him. A straight man is an achievement, not something to be afraid of. Growing up the way he did and only ever feeling platonic/familial love from two women, it’s just the way he is made up. Henry is also terrified of flying. That is where he meets pilot Evan Roth. In the sky.
“This doesn't make you gay, Evan. It just makes you mine.”
His laugh. His randomness. The way he can captivate me from across a room. The rush I felt when we were together. It was the closest thing to flying I’ve ever experienced with my feet on the ground.
"I just wanted to be somebody's. Not gay, not straight, not bi."
"If he likes all men, how will I know that he truly loves ME?"
This was so fucked up.It was like a comedy of errors without the actual comedy.I was a gay man trying to seduce a straight man who thought I was bisexual while he tried to pretend he wasn't interested in a gay man by requiring we share a woman..
“I was so high on this man I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back down.”
“Ass was easy to come by. But the high that came from being with a straight man, knowing he was going against his own genetic coding just for one night with me, made every minute of the pain worth it.
Those forbidden encounters were a drug.
And I was a junkie.”
“With his gaze anchored to mine, the six feet that separated us was inconsequential and the air between us became charged, prickling the hair on the back of my neck.
We were two of nearly twenty thousand people.
But we were alone.”
"Sharing a room. That's pretty presumptuous."
"I prefer to view it as hopeful. I also cashed in on like, a hundred bucks in pennies in the fountain out front and used the wishes from my birthday candles for the next twenty years in order to make tonight happen."
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"It's time for you to get used to the fact that I'm here to stay as long as you want me." I pressed a hard kiss to his lips.
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"How good this feels. Just being here with you. I never expected--" To crave you so deeply. And not only in the bedroom But in everyday life. "Evan. This. Me and you. It's not a bad thing."
"I know."
"Don't fight it, okay? Just trust me that I'm in this with you. One hundred percent. Every step of the way," he implored before leaning down and placing a reassuring kiss on my lips.
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"You are my exception. Never in my entire life have I been so sure about something." I paused then corrected myself. "Someone." Dropping my forehead to his, I whispered, "I'll be the best damn King Kong you've ever seen."
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"I was so high on this man I wasn’t sure I’d ever come back down."
"I can make you feel loved. I can do it—I swear on my life I can. You are my exception."
"Don’t fight it, okay? Just trust me that I’m in this with you. One hundred percent. Every step of the way.”
The rush I felt when we were together. It was the closest thing to flying I’ve ever experienced with my feet on the ground.
Dear God. I didn’t have to fuck him to get the high. Evan Roth had just become my favorite drug of all and I hadn’t even tasted him yet.
Millions of people were captivated by just the image of it on television and magazines, but up close, with only mere inches separating us, it was damn near spellbinding.
“I’m doubling my efforts at sending you naked men from now on. Warning: They might even include a few selfies.”
I loved it L.O.V.E.D. IT! I can't even begin to tell you how much I loved this book! Not just 5 stars, The Spiral Down is one of my favorite's I have read this year!
❝ The one thing I really wanted could never be bought. I wasn't even sure it could be earned. It was something so rare that I feared it didn't actually exist. Love. Unconditional. Unwavering. Eternal. LOVE.❞
❝Evan hadn't just told me I was "fine" or "okay" like Carter and Susan did. He'd explained why I was okay. And, while I'd still been terrified the entire time, I hadn't felt out of control. And, recently, that was all I'd felt.❞
❝Evan Roth had just become my favorite drug of all and I hadn't even tasted him yet.❞
"I like men. I like women. But, at the end of the day, I am not defined by my sexuality. I just want to find someone who makes me happy.
“Goddammit, Henry, you have to give me a fucking chance. I can make you feel loved. I can do it—I swear on my life I can. You are my exception. Never in my life have I been so sure about something.” I paused then corrected myself. “Someone.” Dropping my forehead to his, I whispered, “I’ll be the best damn King Kong you’ve ever seen.” A strangled laugh escaped his throat even as the tear rolled down his cheek. Using my thumb to swipe it away, I pleaded, “Just let me try.”
I’d been irrelevant, inconsequential, and extraneous my entire life. But, when it came to men, I refused to accept that role. I needed to be the only exception—the one person capable of bending the laws of nature. It was the only way my heart absorbed love.
His laugh. His randomness. The way he can captivate me from across a room. The rush I felt when we were together. It was the closest thing to flying I’ve ever experienced with my feet on the ground.
"You are my exception. Never in my entire life have I been so sure about something." I paused then corrected myself. "Someone." Dropping my forehead to his, I whispered, "I'll be the best damn King Kong you've ever seen."
I’d been irrelevant, inconsequential, and extraneous my entire life. But, when it came to men, I refused to accept that role. I needed to be the only exception—the one person capable of bending the laws of nature. It was the only way my heart absorbed love.
But, if he likes all men, how will I know that he truly loves me?