Fighting Solitude is
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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.
Excerpt
Fighting Solitude
Prologue
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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About the Author:
Aly Martinez
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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