Fighting Solitude is Book Three in the On The Ropes Series by Aly Martinez and is Quarry’s highly anticipated story.
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Blurb
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
“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.
Review
Fighting Solitude was everything I hoped it would be and more. Readers have been able to watch Quarry Page grow up into the man he is while reading Till and Flint’s stories, and when we left Quarry at the end of Flint’s book dealing with a heart shattering experience, I didn’t know how things were going to play out for Quarry in his own book. I didn’t know if he was going to be able to channel his rage and grief or if he was going to allow it to consume and destroy him.
Since the beginning of Quarry’s life, he’s had to fight and fight he did…Every…Single…Day, and along the way, he found two people to fight along side of him, and even though he lost both of them – one when they were younger for a long period of time and one forever much too soon – he still kept fighting, battling out of the silence…out of his fears…out of the belief that he fails every woman he loves.
Liv James suffered a similar fate as a child until she went to live with her father. But the damage was already done, and Liv’s fear of silence and solitude made her feel weak and alone. But that all changed when she met Quarry Page and even though, unbeknownst to him, he broke her heart on several occasions, Liv always had Q’s back and refused to allow him to suffer anything on his own because she always believed that if it happens to him then it happens to her and she would watch his back even when he was breaking her heart.
Throughout the course of their 14 year friendship, Liv and Quarry experience every emotion possible but the one constant since the beginning is their love for one another…a love that protects Liv from the silence and gives Quarry the outlet he needs when the static inside his head gets to be too much. As long as Liv and Quarry have each other, they’ll never be completely alone because they are a part of one another…the solitude of their pasts connect them in an unbreakable way so even when they’re not together, they’re not too far away to understand that what they have is all they need to truly live!
I continue to be in awe of Aly Martinez’s stories; they are emotional, dramatic, and absolutely perfect in the lessons they teach and the message they give to readers. I adore the Page brothers and their significant others. None of them had it easy but they fought for their happiness every single day and they achieved it and I’m so glad Aly allowed us to experience it with them.
A complimentary copy was provided in exchange for an honest review.
5 Poison Apples
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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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