Blog TOUR ~ Fighting Solitude by @AlyMartinezAuth includes Derna’s review, excerpt & giveaway

Aly1.pngFighting Solitude is Book Three in the On The Ropes Series by Aly Martinez and is Quarry’s highly anticipated story.

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Title: Fighting Solitude
Series: On the Ropes #3
Author: Aly Martinez
Age group: New adult
Genre: Contemporary romance
Release date: 2nd February 2015

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I was born a fighter. Abandoned by my parents, I spent my life forging my own path—one guided by my fists and paved with pain.

Untouchable in the ring, I destroyed everyone who faced me, but that’s where my victories ended. Outside the ropes, I repeatedly failed the few people who loved me. Including my best friend, Liv James—the one person I’d die to protect.

Even though I didn’t deserve her, Liv never stopped believing in me. Never gave up. Never let go. After all, she understood what I’d lost, because she’d lost it too.

Liv was everything to me, but she was never truly mine.

That was going to change.

I lost my first love, but I refused to lose my soulmate.

Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.

Fighting to be the man she deserves.

Fighting the solitude of our pasts.

Fighting for her.

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*** I received a copy of this book in exchange for an honest review ***

”Every. Single. Day.”

Fighting Solitude is the final book in the On The Ropes series by Aly Martinez. Quarry’s story is about love, trust, loss, soulmates, second chances, friendship, redemption, and family. The book was a heartwarming and emotional read that wasn’t too high on the drama. Aly does what she does best making you feel the emotions of the characters happy, sad, anger, excitement, anxiousness, frustration, laughter, and tears they were all there.

“I lost my first love, but I refused to lose my soulmate.”

From the first page, I was hooked. Liz was such an endearing character and therefore, she was hard not to like. Quarry was the same but stubborn at times he not perfect, but who cares as who is? He has struggled & suffered at some of the challenges that life has thrown his way, but he like the rest of the page boys are fighters, and therefore at the same time they have overcome so much.

Quarry and Liz have such a unique friendship, a special bond, and it was beautiful to read and watch it develop into much more. They have a few bumps along they way, but they are perfect together. Although few times I wanted to shake them both tell, them to communicate better.

“She entered my life during a brief period when all the stars had momentarily aligned. It wasn’t until it all exploded, throwing my entire world out of orbit, that I realized she was the greatest gift I’d ever been given.”

I loved the support Quarry had from his family no matter what happens the Page boys stick together it’s about family and family come first. The ending was perfect, and I adore  that they all get the happiness they deserved.

“I hadn’t won that fight alone. I wouldn’t have even made it to the fight without them”

I look forward to reading whatever Aly has in store for us next.


 

Now read an excerpt

Prologue

“Mia!” I shouted.

It was worthless. She’d been deaf since the day I met her.

She’d never once heard my voice.

She’d never heard the deep rumble of my laugh when she was excited, signing so fast I could barely keep up.

She’d never heard my content sigh when she barged into the locker room after a fight—just her presence soothed the lingering madness brewing within me.

She’d never heard me whispering my deepest fears into her ear as she fell asleep on top of me.

She’d never heard the reverence in which I cried her name each and every time I took her body.

And she’d never once heard the ease in which the words I love you tumbled from my lips as I stared into her deep, jade green eyes.

But as I screamed her name while watching her petite body seizing in the passenger seat beside me, I’d never needed her to hear me more.

“Mia. Oh God. I’ve got you, baby.”

She was still thrashing violently as I made my way around to her door, yanking it open while pleading with whatever god was willing to help.

When she stilled, a whole new level of silence filled the air around us. It wasn’t the absence of sound.

It was the absence of life.

“Mia, breathe!” I roared as her chest remained agonizingly still. “Help me!” I screamed at the closed emergency room doors, but no medical savior rushed out with the miracle I so desperately needed.

My hands shook wildly as I released her lifeless body from the seatbelt.

“I’ve got you, just hang on. Please just hang on, Mia,” I whispered lifting her into my arms and sprinting through the sliding doors. “I need a doctor! She’s not breathing!”

Nurses rushed towards me in slow motion as the seconds without air in her lungs passed at a terrifying speed.

Breathe.

A doctor appeared with a gurney and quickly took her from my arms.

The immediate loss was staggering.

Hope became my only solace.

She needed help that I wasn’t capable of giving her, but that didn’t stop me from following close behind as they rolled her away. I was on the verge of self-destructing; letting her out of my sight wasn’t an option.

I stood motionless in the doorway while doctors and nurses swarmed around her. Their mouths moved frantically, but without my hearing aids I was worthless to make out the words their faint voices carried.

I never wore my hearing aids when I was with Mia. There was no point. She rarely spoke with her voice.

We’d spent four years building a relationship with our hands.

Those hands had told me animated stories that made me laugh until my face hurt from smiling.

They’d fought with me relentlessly, but always ended the night raking down my back in silent ecstasy.

Her fingers had fluidly signed I love you more times than I could ever count—or forget.

But as I felt the nurse attempting to physically remove me from the room, my eyes became fixated on her limp hand dangling off the side of the bed. It was the only sight more frightening than watching her flail mid-seizure.

It ripped the heart straight from my chest.

That hand was supposed to be full of life.

It was the very essence of Mia.

Pale.

White.

Still.

Oh God.

Sucking in a deep breath, I held it until the room began to spin.

It provided me no relief even as it forced me to my knees.

There would be no distraction from this.

I was going to lose her.

Yet another woman I couldn’t save.

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**Check out the rest of the series each book in the series can be read as a standalone**

Fighting Silence (Book One) On the Ropes~ ONLY $0.99

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Fighting Shadows (Book Two) On The Ropes

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abouttheauthorab

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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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