Friday, February 5, 2016

REVIEW & BOOK TOUR: Fighting Solitude (On the Ropes #3) by Aly Martinez **EXCERPT & GIVEAWAY**


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

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.
**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**

5 Every. Single. Day Stars


Ohhhh Myyyy Gawddddd I love this series.. Lordy what do I say.. I'm going to be a total FANGIRL here so I totally apologise right now!!


I love this series just because it's not just about the romance but also about family and unity and bonds between sisters, brothers and between each other... I can't explain it other than this is the deal here.

So What's it about?
I have been looking forward to Quarry Pages story ever since I finished fighting Shadows and after the turmoil and pain that Q was in after he lost his girlfriend and Love of his life Mia!! I was gasping for air and dying to see where this went.. So to say I'm happy is an understatement!!

This begins when Quarry and Liv are children at aged 8 they start to develop a friendship and it spans over time till they get to their 20's therefore we get the bigger picture In my opinion this was just the biggest icing on the cake.. For me anyways. I truly felt deep in with these two because your with them every step of the way.. How they lost Mia Together and how they learnt to build their lives Together. But ultimately how they loved each other as friends, as buddies, as Lovers and as Soulmates.. Every. Single. Day


Once that picture was built and I was with them in everything and every decision and emotion. Then I saw them truly as adults once they got there, and also how much they really needed each other.

Liv
Liv does not want to give into her feelings truly as she feels she's letting Mia down and go and is sooo worried and anxious about that. Yet Quarry has ways of making her see sense...

"She was so fucking beautiful. 

  My cock inside her. 
  My hand teasing her breast. 
  Her eyes aimed at me taking her body. 
  Needy for me. 
  All fucking mine. 
  Liv"

Quarry
With the Heavyweight Championship title to aim for, to work for, he has a lot on his mind, yet he NEEDS LIV in his life and he undoubtedly unconditionally loves Liv like he needs to breathe. Once Liv is willing to Give them a chance gah it was pure bliss to read.

Guys this is why I loveeee MMA fighter reads, they're raw, Hot, seductive, Alpha heroes and strong Ass men! Yet Aly also knows how to write real emotions and with that combined I 120% have loved this book and this series.. And Quarry was everything I wanted. Really he has a hugeee heart. These two people need each other, their love was just so FULL! That's the only way I can explain it.


So to sum up.. You love Sexy Alpha heroes that need to feel too, love Fiesty heroines that fight to the end in a good way. You like raw sex scenes, friendship, family, love. Then this is your next read.

Read it
This is the last book in this series and although they're standalones of each couple of the Page brothers, I'd advice to read them in order...

ARC Generrously gifted in exchange for an honest review

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Fighting Solitude
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.  



 


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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