Release Blitz: Retrieval by Aly Martinez
ONE STORY. TWO COUPLES.
The Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez is a
two part series.
RETRIEVAL is NOW LIVE and will
bring readers the first part of this emotional second chance romance.
TRANSFER (Part Two) will release on
September 27th!
NOW AVAILABLE on the following
retailers:
Retrieval (Part One):
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2aMnW74
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2aW07Yb
iBooks: http://apple.co/2aH2bFb
Nook: http://bit.ly/2cOYcsK
Kobo: http://bit.ly/2aFOVxB
I proposed on our first date.
She laughed and told me I was insane.
Less than a day later, she said yes.
It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…
Until we got greedy and wanted a
family.
It was a life I couldn’t give her,
not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We
sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied
to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a
world that didn’t understand.
Finally, we were successful…
Until we were forced to bury our son.
We were left broken, battered, and
destroyed.
They say love is in the details, but it
was the details that ruined us.
This is the story of how I took back
what had always been mine.
The retrieval of my wife and our
family.
“Where’d you get beer?” Elisabeth
asked as she scrambled from the couch.
“Seth,” I replied, hanging my head
and rubbing my eyes.
Jesus, I’d wanted to kiss her. She
was being a bitch, spouting shit she didn’t mean just because she
was too scared to let me in.
But, even through it, those plump lips
were calling to me.
I’d never been able to resist that
woman. Despite that we’d fallen apart, it hadn’t changed. The hum
for her was still in my veins. It never went away, but for two years,
it had been dormant. I’d packed it down so tightly that I’d hoped
it had died. But, with one look, my body began thrumming like a live
wire.
“Seth?” she asked as she bent over
to straighten her tight, black pencil skirt.
It was a rare occasion to catch
Elisabeth in something other than a perfectly pressed skirt and a
pair of heels. But she’d been sleeping all day. It was wrinkled all
to hell and back. The only thing her efforts succeeded in was drawing
my attention down to her legs.
Legs that had spent many nights wrapped
around my hips as she came while crying my name.
Shit. I should go.
But, after the way she’d latched on
to me that morning, I wasn’t going anywhere.
“My assistant,” I answered. “I
had him pick you up a bottle of wine, too.”
She blinked. “You have an assistant?
Who delivers you beer? And your ex-wife wine?”
“No, I have an assistant who does
whatever the fuck I need him to do. And, luckily for us, beer and
wine happen to fall into the whatever-the-fuck-I-need-him-to-do
category tonight.” She fought back a smile as I finished, “So do
gyros.”
“Damn. I need to get one of those,”
she mumbled to herself.
I smirked. “Cash my checks and you
could afford one.”
It was a dick move, bringing up the
money right then. But, despite her expert hand in decorating, that
little starter house we’d bought with rose-colored glasses now
needed a shit-ton of work.
Her back shot ramrod straight, fury
crinkling the corners of her eyes as she snarled, “I’m not
cashing your checks.”
I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to
figure out how to get your own wine and dinner after tonight.”
“I think I can manage,” she fired
back.
“Suit yourself.” I pushed off the
couch and meandered to the kitchen.
I went to the fridge and leaned in,
searching for anything I could snack on. With the exception of at
least a dozen Tupperware containers, she didn’t have much in the
way of a quick bite.
Snagging a handful of grapes from the
drawer, I made a mental note to send Seth to the grocery store after
he’d delivered dinner.
Popping the grapes in my mouth one by
one, I felt her watching me in what could only be defined as silent
awe. I decided my best move would be to ignore it. “You know, I
should have invented Tupperware. You alone could keep me in
business,” I told her, retrieving a beer and then shutting the
door.
She scoffed then muttered, “At least
then I would have benefitted from you abandoning our marriage.”
Lava fresh off the volcanoes in Hell
boiled in my veins.
I cocked my head to the side and
questioned, “I’m sorry. Come again?”
“You should go,” she snapped.
Think a-fucking-gain.
“Nah, I’m good. Got any movies?”
I tipped the bottle to my lips, doing
my best to calm the storm brewing within me, all while still fighting
the desire to take her to the floor, plant myself between her legs,
and remind her how that fucking attitude affected me.
Clearly, she had forgotten.
My cock had not.
“Roman, it’s been a crazy day.
Please don’t do this tonight.”
“Do what?” I asked, leaning back
against the huge, granite island.
She threw her hands out to the sides in
frustration. “What you always do.”
“What do I always do, Lissy?”
“This!” she yelled.
I frowned and took another pull from my
beer. “Haven’t been in our kitchen, drinking beer, in a long
time. I hardly think it’s fair to say I always do it.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from her head.
“My kitchen, Roman. This is my kitchen. Not ours. And you know good
and damn well that is not what I’m talking about.”
My lips twitched as I pointed the neck
of my bottle at her. “No. What I know good and damn well is that I
have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Or why you’re
slinging unnecessary and, might I add, undeserved attitude at me like
a short-order cook at the bitch house.”
“He did not say that to me,” she
whispered to herself.
When I lifted a shoulder in a half
shrug, she swung a pointed finger toward the door and yelled, “Get
out!”
I grinned, crossing my legs at the
ankle. “You always were cranky when you were hungry.”
And that was the exact moment her head
exploded.
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Releasing September 27th
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Wow. This book made me emotional and
swoon. Retrieval will definitely leave you wanting more. The
characters are amazing!!! And the story is freaking fantastic! With
all the heartache that Roman and Elisabeth endured, I cried. Without
me telling much about the story, I can say that this book is amazing,
full of suspense, and surprises - well aside from the drama. Ms. Aly
nailed it again. I'm excited to see what will happen next!
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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