Meet Till & Eliza in Aly Martinez’s newest fighter
series!
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Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend
our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is
important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure
background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?
I've always been a fighter. With parents who
barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided
foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up,
I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza
Reynolds, she was always mine. I became
utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other.
Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there
wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her
voice.
You see, meeting the love of my life at age
thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf
at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest
battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Every night,
just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.
I think that's
the sound I'll miss the most.
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I
adored this book. I have a special place
in my heart for books about love that has carried on throughout the years. Not to mention, I have a weakness for hot MMA
fighters, and this book was full of them.
Excuse me while I go swoon…
Fighting Silence the epitome of an
under dog story. Everything in life has
been hard for Till and Eliza. Both grew
up with rough childhoods, and although their stories were extremely different,
they were able to find solace in each other.
You watch as the years flow by, and their bond seems to be
unbreakable. And that strength in
relationships happens to be one of my favorite themes as far as books go.
Till is ridiculously hot, and although
he’s facing the demons of his past, present, and future, he’s never lets it get
him down for long. He harbors the things
I like in my men, you know, besides being sexy as sin. He’s strong, loyal, and fiercely passionate. It’s kind of hard to not love him. And Eliza, she is what women strive to
become, which as I’ve mentioned a thousand times before, is my ultimate
favorite type of heroine to read about.
I went through this entire book thinking to myself that I wish I was
strong like her. I had to keep reminding
myself that she wasn’t real, but to me, she came to life.
I’ve read a few books that had to deal
with the hardships of physical handicaps, but none of them compared to
this. Honestly, if I knew someone in the
same position as Till, I would make them read this book, just so they could
gain the positivity that he harbored.
I could probably go on, describing in
great detail why I love this book. But
that would take up too much time, and too much room. Five stars to this beautifully written
book.
"That wasn't yours to take away," he
exploded into the otherwise silent night. His words echoed off the surrounding
buildings, each wave slicing me to the quick all over again. "That was our
place. Not yours." His voice cracked right alongside my heart.
"Yeah, well, there was a lot of stuff that wasn't
yours to take either." I held his gaze, desperately trying to be strong,
but as his eyes grew wide, I whimpered.
His
long legs strode forward, stopping only inches away from me. He was crowding
me, but he still leaned in closer to my face. "There is nothing in this
world that was ever more mine than you," he stated. Though it was the
absolute truth, I wished with all my heart that it were a lie.
"Till," I cried, swiping the tears from my
eyes.
"Why!" he shouted, causing his muscles to
tense under the force. "Goddamn it! I needed that place."
Porch lights flashed on from the surrounding
apartments, illuminating not only the dark but also my rage.
I shoved my hands into his chest. "What about
what I needed? You left! I waited in that fucking apartment for weeks."
He didn't budge, but my bare feet slipped, sending me
toward the ground. Impossibly fast, Till's hand snaked out and caught my arm. I
didn't let his chivalrous gesture douse my fire. I had six months’ worth of
words to say to the man I was irrevocably in love with.
"You took what you wanted. Then you left
me."
"Doodle," he whispered.
I had been perilously close to the edge of insanity,
and with one single word, he’d pushed me over.
I lost it completely.
Pounding my fists against his chest, I screamed at the
top of my lungs, "It's Eliza! My name is fucking Eliza! Not Doodle!"
I spun to march away, but Till's arms folded around me, lifting me off my feet
to restrain me.
I was miniscule compared to him. There was no use in
fighting, but I still kicked my legs, irrationally desperate to get away from
him—but only because I knew I couldn't keep him for forever.
"Stop it!" he growled into my ear. "I
know your Goddamn name—probably better than I know my own."
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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