Release Blitz: On the Ropes by Aly Martinez
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Barnes & Noble: coming soon.
**Each book in the series can be read
as a standalone**
The complete series. Three full-length
novels.
For the Page brothers, fighting was a
way of life. Both inside and outside of the ring.
Follow them through hardship,
disability, and overwhelming adversity as they fight for the women
they love.
Fighting Silence:
Meeting the love of my life at age
thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually
going deaf at the age of twenty-one.
They both happened anyway.
Now, I'm on the ropes during the
toughest battles of my life.
Fighting for my career.
Fighting the impending silence.
Fighting for her.
Fighting Shadows:
I was a jaded asshole who fell for a
girl with a knack for running away. I couldn’t even walk but I
would have spent a lifetime chasing her.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the
toughest battles of my life.
Fighting the shadows of our past.
Fighting to reclaim my future.
Fighting for her.
Fighting Solitude:
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 Silence
Prologue
He didn’t budge, but my bare feet
slipped, sending me toward the ground. Impossibly fast, Till’s hand
snaked out and caught my arm. But I didn’t let his chivalrous
gesture douse my fire. I had six months’ worth of words to say to
the man I was irrevocably in love with.
“You took what you wanted. Then you
left me.”
“Doodle,” he whispered.
I had been perilously close to the edge
of insanity, and with one single word, he’d pushed me over.
I lost it completely.
Pounding my fists against his chest, I
screamed at the top of my lungs, “It’s Eliza! My name is fucking
Eliza! Not Doodle!” I spun to march away, but Till’s arms folded
around me, lifting me off my feet to restrain me.
I was miniscule compared to him. There
was no use in fighting, but I still kicked my legs, irrationally
desperate to get away from him—but only because I knew I couldn’t
keep him for forever.
“Stop it!” he growled into my ear.
“I know your goddamned name—probably better than I know my own.”
While I was wrapped in Till’s strong
arms, six months’ worth of tears fell from my eyes. He carried me
to my apartment and guided me back through the window before
following me inside. Then he stripped out of his blood-soaked shirt
before dragging the blankets down and climbing into the bed behind
me. I cried for a while in his arms, even turning to face him, only
to cry against his chest. I had missed him so much.
I knew I’d loved Till years ago, but
this was more. I needed him in order to function on a very basic
level. Together, the world didn’t feel so big and overwhelming. He
was my escape—the dream personified.
Till Page was comfortable.
His hands trailed up and down my back
as he lulled me until the words fought their way out.
“I couldn’t stop going back,” I
announced in a broken whisper. “I didn’t know where you had gone.
And for the first time since I was thirteen, I was alone inside my
own head. God. It was a scary place.” I tried to joke, but the
tears streaming down my face told the truth.
“I’m sorry,” he responded on a
sigh. “I couldn’t stay.”
“Why?” I whined, but I curled in
closer against his chest, needing to feel him more than anything
else.
“I don’t know, Doodle,” he lied.
God! It was such a fucking lie. He knew
as well as I did. He just didn’t want to tell me.
“Where did you go?” I pressed
further.
There was no way I ever could have
expected his answer, but that wasn’t because it was a novel
thought. No. His answer was surprising because it was the source of
my anguish too.
“The real world.” He kissed my
forehead.
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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