Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Fighting Solitude by Aly Martinez.....was EVERYTHING!!


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.

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This book was everything. EVERYTHING. I can't even begin to tell you enough how good this book was!! Seriously!! What can I say?? No words will do it justice....I just can't put into words my feelings. Argh!! This book will be one of those books that when you suggest it to someone, you will just be reduced to a shrug of your shoulders/head shake/arm flailing and an adamant "Just Read It!" So, to be clear, it was SO good. This book, being the finale in the series, was the most perfect fascinating incredible ending to an amazing series. This book surpassed every single 'want' in a good amazing phenomenal book. I'm still shaking my head and thinking about it. This book is on my 2016 Favorites List already.

I said on my FB page the night I finished it: "if I could put into words the feelings and the emotions I am having right now, I'd look like a raving lunatic. I feel like I am walking around in a daze...I've missed dinner (Chinese food for the win!!) and now I have to finish the rest of this book NOW. I need to know how this plays out. I want to cry....but it's SO good. Oh my gosh...it's amazing."

<shaking my head>

Quarry and Liv's story was the type of book that I had to put down for a few minutes, truthfully wander around in a daze while thinking about what I just read. I missed making dinner the first night. I even blankly stared out the window the next afternoon while reading it. I literally got NOTHING done for the two days I was reading it. It took me so long because there was SO much to soak in. The emotions. The action(s). The meanings behind simple words that mean so much more than what they are perceived to be....<sigh> This book was DEEP. It had meaning and clarity and sentiment. This book truly moved me. Their love knew no bounds. It was, simply put, beautiful....although there was nothing simple about their love.

I think Aly worked extra hard to break me, patch me up a little, rip off the bandages without warning and then put me back together, piece by piece.....agonizingly slow with absolute perfection. Per-Fec-Tion. So good. 


How do you write a review for a book that made you happy?
How do you write a review for a book that made you sad?
How do you write a review for a book that made you anxious?
How do you write a review for a book that made you tear up?
How do you write a review for a book that made you swoon?
How do you write a review for a book that made you giggle?
How do you write a review for a book that made you gasp?
How do you write a review for a book that made you SIGH?

Well....I sure tried. Thank you, Aly, for your words. This book was everything.
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“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.


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. 




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.

Fighting Silence (Book 1)

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Fighting Shadows (Book 2) 

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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 Chicago, 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. 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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