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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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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Excerpt
Fighting
Solitude
Prologue
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.
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Fighting Shadows (Book Two)
On The Ropes
About 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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