Flint’s
highly anticipated emotional story is
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**Each book
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Blurb
I come from
a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in their shadows, becoming
unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved the life of a woman I
loved, but could never have.
My brother hailed me as a hero, and my reward
was a wheelchair.
Paralyzed, my life became an inescapable
nightmare.
Until I met her.
Ash Mabie had a heart-stopping smile and a
laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing inside of me. She showed me
that even the darkest night still had stars, and it didn’t matter one bit that
you had to lie in the weeds to see them.
I was a jaded asshole who fell for a girl with
a knack for running away. I couldn’t even walk but I would have spent a
lifetime chasing her.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest
battles of my life.
Fighting
the shadows of our past.
Fighting to
reclaim my future.
Fighting
for her.
If I could give fighting shadows a
thousand stars I so would. I read this book in a six hour span and that's
saying something seeing as I'm a mom of some very active twin toddlers. I swear
Aly Martinez is a literary genius. She makes you feel things you don't want to
feel like she’s a puppet master of emotions and she writes these unique stories
that blow your mind. I could go on and on about my love for her but I should
probably talk more about the story.
I fell in love with Flint in Fighting Silence. It was hard not to. And in Fighting Shadows I loved and hated him equally. Okay I didn't hate him that would be impossible but I wanted to hate him. I wanted to shake him and make him see how great he was regardless of his personal thoughts on himself. He’s such a kind hearted and imperfectly perfect character. I just can't wrap my head around how realistic he seemed to me.
And Ash, good lord I adored her. She's that strong witty type that I love so much but even more than that she was the perfect catalyst to bring out the best and sometimes the worst in Flint. Their chemistry was off the charts but their love was one that I will remember forever.
Go buy this book...right now. Because if you don't you're missing out on what is one of the best reads I've had in years.
I fell in love with Flint in Fighting Silence. It was hard not to. And in Fighting Shadows I loved and hated him equally. Okay I didn't hate him that would be impossible but I wanted to hate him. I wanted to shake him and make him see how great he was regardless of his personal thoughts on himself. He’s such a kind hearted and imperfectly perfect character. I just can't wrap my head around how realistic he seemed to me.
And Ash, good lord I adored her. She's that strong witty type that I love so much but even more than that she was the perfect catalyst to bring out the best and sometimes the worst in Flint. Their chemistry was off the charts but their love was one that I will remember forever.
Go buy this book...right now. Because if you don't you're missing out on what is one of the best reads I've had in years.
*Review by Danielle MIddleton
Excerpt
Flint and
Ash Excerpt
“Hey, Flint? What time is it?”
Quarry asked.
Ash’s smile actually slipped
completely. For the briefest of seconds, she appeared almost ashamed.
I dragged my eyes away from her in
order to answer his question, but as I looked at my wrist, I had no answer at
all.
“Here,” she said as she pulled my
watch from her pocket.
What. The. Fuck?
Quarry howled with laughter, and
Ash chewed on her bottom lip.
“Explain,” I demanded, wrapping my
watch back around my wrist and shoving my wallet in the front pocket of my
hoodie.
Quarry filled in the blank. “She’s
a pickpocket, dude. You should have seen her when she fell on your lap. It was
so fucking fast. She straight-up stole that shit from you, and you had no
fucking clue.”
“I didn’t steal it! I was gonna
give it back,” she amended uncomfortably. “It was just a joke.”
A joke.
A. Fucking. Joke.
And just like that, I
remembered why I didn’t laugh anymore.
“Was it funny? Stealing from the
cripple? You get a good laugh out of that?” I snapped, spinning and rolling
myself away. “You know, maybe my judgment of you wasn’t all that off to begin
with. Like father, like daughter, I guess.” It was a low blow, but I felt
completely betrayed by a woman I didn’t even know.
“Flint, wait. I wasn’t picking on
the cripple!”
I fully realized that I had just
used the term, but it enraged me that she’d had the audacity to repeat it back
to me. Who the hell was this chick? I pushed a hand into my pocket, searching
for my keys. Fuck the food. I’d leave her ass there. Hell, Quarry too if he
didn’t get his ass to the car.
“Get in the car, Q!” I yelled, only
to close my eyes and drop my chin to my chest when my hand never made contact
on the keys. “Son of a bitch,” I said as I spun back around.
Quarry was laughing next to her,
but Ash’s cheeks were bright red.
“Keys.” I snapped my fingers and
opened my hand, palm up.
“Stop being a dick,” Quarry said,
casually tossing an arm around Ash’s shoulders.
She didn’t budge as she held my
glare.
“Keys,” I repeated, but she
remained still.
“It was a joke.” Her chin began to
quiver.
For fuck’s sake, I wasn’t in any
kind of mood to deal with bullshit from some girl I didn’t even know and was
quickly discovering I didn’t care to know, either.
Quarry’s eyes grew wide as she
turned to him and buried her cries in his chest.
What the fuck, asshole! Q signed
before rubbing his hands over her back.
Her shoulders shook as she let out
a loud sob that shocked us both.
“Come on. Let’s sit down.” Q tried
to guide her over to an empty table.
Ash refused to look up and tripped
over one of the chairs.
“Shit,” Q said, catching her around
the waist.
I was just about to roll my eyes
when she glanced my way. He was still trying to get her back on her feet and
over to a table when her tear-free, bright-blue eyes pointedly glanced in my
direction. My head snapped back in surprise, but a smile grew on her face.
Ash was about to put on a show, and
with that one look, she had invited me to have a front-row seat.
As she floundered all over Quarry,
her hands slid between his pockets and her own. Every noise she made and each
time she flailed covered up a jarring movement. She was keeping his mind too
busy for it to process all the places she was touching him. Hell, I was only
watching her and I could barely keep up.
There was no denying that it was
entertaining, but I wasn’t willing to show her that. However, as she accidentally
lifted her knee, catching Q in the balls, a laugh erupted from my throat. He
cupped his crotch while she apologized profusely and pushed him toward the same
chair he’d been dragging her to only seconds before. Just before he sat, Ash
swung her arm out, unwinding Q’s belt from around his body before tossing it at
me.
“Oh God. I’m so sorry!” she said as
Quarry held a finger up to ask for a second to recover. She didn’t wait at all
though. Instead, she walked over in my direction; her prideful smile grew with
every step.
She pulled my keys out of her
pocket and dropped them into my lap. They were quickly followed by Quarry’s
phone, wallet, and house keys. Then she snagged his belt off the floor and
tossed it over her shoulder.
“It had absolutely nothing to do with
you being in a wheelchair. It was a joke and it wasn’t supposed to piss you
off.”
“Hey!” Quarry yelled. “That was
messed up. You did not have to knee me in the balls to prove a point to him.”
“Oh, that wasn’t to prove a point.
That was for bullshitting me. You knew good and damn well that he wouldn’t find
it funny,” she said without ever tearing her gaze from mine. “Look, I’m sorry.
I don’t have a lot of friends. And I’ve mentally noted that pickpocketing might
not be the best way to make new ones.” She shrugged. “Consider it a lesson
learned.”
“Three burgers all the way, onion
rings, and a shake?” the guy at the counter called out.
Ash arched an eyebrow. “You want it
to go, or are we good?”
I didn’t have to drop my attitude.
Sure, she’d apologized, but while I might have had a short fuse, I also had a
hell of a long burn. However, as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed
over her chest and her blue eyes pleading for forgiveness, it magically fell
away.
I swallowed hard. “No. We’re good.”
“You sure?” She leaned in, eyeing
me warily, but her smile began to grow.
I swear to God it pulled at my lips
as well. I fought it. But the harder I tried to keep it restrained, the bigger
Ash’s grew. She was stealing my smile. The chick was good! Finally, with an eye
roll, I let out a quiet chuckle, which seemed to appease her.
“Good. Now, help your brother get
redressed and I’ll make the fancy sauce.” She waggled her eyebrows.
Haven’t
read this series yet? Meet Flint Quarry,
Till & Eliza
in Fighting
Silence
About the Author
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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