Thursday, 4 February 2016

BLOG TOUR: Fighting Solitude (On the Ropes, Book 3) by Aly Martinez

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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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**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**

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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.



Fighting Solitude

“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.

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Sigh… here we are, at the end of the series… sigh… If as a reader, it feels weird letting a series go, it just makes sense that it can be difficult for an author to part ways with it and the characters in it… sigh…

I can’t help that as I’m typing this, I keep thinking of the series as a whole, not just this book; how enamored I am with the Page boys and how nice to read each one of them get their happy endings. When I read the first book, Fighting Silence, I was surprised how much I enjoyed it. Regardless, I was hooked. When I got my hands on the second book, Fighting Shadows, I was giddy ‘cause then I knew what I was in for.

Then here we are with the third book, Quarry’s story. I eagerly waited for this release. He was just really adorable as a kid in a sweet punk-ass kinda bratty way in the previous books, and I’m dying to read how he turned out as a man. And no disappointment here at all, none!!! I’ve loved his character right from the start and to see him turn out the way he turned out, dang, what more can a girl wish for!

Quarry and Liv’s story started from childhood. They’ve been friends for ages, but something happen that led to years with them being apart. They reconnected but certain things have changed. They both went thru a loss and what felt after was a second chance.

Liv has been in love with Quarry pretty much for her entire life. She’s a girly tomboy, if that makes sense. She’s funny, she’s caring, she’s an amazing friend, to a fault, and she knows Quarry like no one else.

Quarry… oh Quarry, Quarry… He’s not perfect by any means. He’s quick-tempered, clueless at times, but I just chalk it up to him just being a dude. Oh, but he’s sweet, he’s funny, he’s sensitive, he’s thoughtful, he’s… sigh… swoon!!!

Quarry and Liv together, I agree, they’re not wrong. In fact, they’re perfect!

GAH, my thoughts just keep circling over the fact that I just totally love this series!!!

So that epilogue? Umm, yah, perfection!!! Not gonna lie, I shed a happy tear or two. How can I not?!?!! Sigh…

I’m somehow not surprised that Aly took certain turns that I didn’t expect. I felt the same away about her previous books as well. I like how when I think she’ll start rightside, she’ll go left. For me, it created the right angst and played with my emotion just right. And as she took me thru the lives of these Page boys, she caught me off guard, made me care, gave me giggles, managed to make me tear up, and made me fall in love with all of them.

I heart Till. I heart Flint. Most of all, I heart Quarry. Every. Single. Day.

Fighting Silence (Book One) On the Ropes
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Fighting Shadows (Book Two) On The Ropes

About the Author

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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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