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Friday, February 12, 2016

Book Tour! Fighting Solitude By Aly Martinez


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.
I know this is a standalone but please, I beg you, please read the first two books because it will be so more meaningful, emotional and powerful for you if you do.  Just trust me on this one okay.

Aly Martinez you have now become part of the “I love you and hate you” club that a couple of my favorite authors have been placed in.  Fighting Solitude is the reason why you are there.  Normally when I write a review I am talking to my followers, my fellow book whores, but this time I am talking directly to you. Well this paragraph is directed at you actually.  I cried, I laughed, I swooned and I repeated that cycle more than once and I hate you for that.  I hate it because when I was finished I wanted and needed more.  Quarry now owns a piece of my heart along with my children and husband.  You broke me with him.  I haven’t been this emotional over a book in a long time and I cried.  I cried hard but then I would laugh hard as well.  I love you for writing such an emotional book, for writing about a character that took a hold of my heart from the very first book and I love you for writing one of my favorite books so far for this year.  I love how you make us so in tune with your characters that we feel their pain and I hate you for that as well because I have been a blubbering mess since I read this book.

Quarry will own your heart.  He has been through so much in such a short time that he has lived that most people couldn’t survive.  His hearing loss, the loss of his girlfriend, the loss of the feeling that he could protect those he loves.  He hurt the one person who always had his back, the one person who has had a piece of him in her heart since the first moment they met, his best friend, Liv.  You get to see the past, how Liv and Quarry became best friends, the connection they had.  You see how Quarry is a total asshole and hurts Liv.  You see how Quarry loves Mia while Liv is still the best friend.  You see how Liv has been in love with him for years but never wanted to lose his friendship so she settles for being a part of his life.  Quarry just about self-destructs, but Liv is there the put him together again.

I felt so many emotions while reading Fighting Solitude.  Quarry broke when Mia died.  He knew Liv was always important to him but his eyes are finally opened and he sees who she really is to him.  He may have loved Mia but he needs Liv to survive.  Liv has a sense of betrayal to Mia when she is with Quarry, they were all friends even if Quarry was hers first.  I felt so much for Liv, I cried specifically for her. I could understand her struggle when it came to her relationship with Quarry while at the same time yelling out go get him girl show him what he’s been missing. 

Finding Solitude goes through the process of loss, the cycle of pain, anger and hurt, it goes through the healing and finally it goes through finding love again.  I have loved each book in this series but Finding Solitude has touched me the most emotionally.  It was different in my opinion than the previous books, it was the perfect way to tell Quarry and Liv’s story.  I hate that this is the last book because I would read more and more books about the Page brothers if Ms. Martinez wrote them.  This is one of the best books that I have read this year so far!
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**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**

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.  



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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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