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**
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.
Review by Natasha Gentile
What do we know about Aly Martinez? Well we know that she is a nice person, depending on who you ask. She is known to butter you up and then just come up and kick you in the heart. I mean kick you is a little violent; what I mean is that she yanks open your chest and rips your heart out, tossing it over her shoulder thinking meh, why keep that there.
In the last Fighting book I actually called her on the phone. That’s right people I called her. While she was in line getting lunch I yelled at her for killing a major character. I mean seriously dude must you always kill someone. Why why why would you do that? I mean this poor boy's girlfriend is dead after everything he’s been through! She laughed at me of course, because that is what evil people do, and I think she said I can’t talk now I’m busy.
Ugh really..It was long distance and she brushes me off. Pfft, fine I’ll just message her later. She had one sentence. IT WILL BE FINE. Ugh how? But lo and behold she starts writing and you are mesmerized with it.
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.
We fell in love with Quarry Page when he was a small little lost boy. With brothers like Till and Flint you knew that he was going to grow up to be the biggest and the baddest of them all.
Untouchable in the ring, I destroyed everyone who faced me, but that’s where my victories ended.
This book begins with Q when he was an innocent boy hanging out at the gym passing time. He didn’t want to be there; he had no choice. But it got better when Liv James came into his life.
Leo James' little girl made friends with Quarry Page. It was the good and the bad. It was also the beginning of an amazing friendship. A friendship that was years and years in the making, until one day when he broke her heart.
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.
This was the second time in the book that the tears welled up, my breath started getting shallow and I had to step away- the ache in my chest was just too much. Of course when I told Aly she said oh, it’s fine.
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.
Losing Liv’s friendship was something that Quarry never got over. Imagine his surprise when out of the blue she shows up again and it’s like she never ever left, except now Quarry comes with a plus one. Awkward.
I mean obviously she loved him no matter how much time went by. Not one to bow down Mia makes sure that she weaves her way into Liv’s life and just like that the three of them form a friendship that will last eternity.
But then things change. Liv and Quarry grow together, they build a life together, best friends is what they are. Until one day.
Liv was everything to me, but she was never truly mine.
That was going to change.
One drunken night turns into a eye opener, one confession, one touch, one look and everything isn’t shaded anymore.
The love that they built can’t be just as friends, although that's the foundation of their love. It’s the building of their walls that takes time, and understanding. You see Q knows that Liv is his. That in the end it was supposed to be her, but Liv she needs a push, she needs a nudge and with Q she know that when he fights he fights to win.
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.
So the house they build together is filled with love, it’s filled with laughter, it’s filled with heart aches, so much heart ache, it’s filled with hope, it’s filled with the promise that he will love her. Every. Single. Day.
And just like that Aly makes me love her. This book is the best writing that she has ever done, and I have loved everything that she has written. But this book, this story is nothing like I thought it would be.
The Page brothers journey is complete now and with it came the best stories that she could have given us…minus the killings and stuff..
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.
Fighting Silence (Book One) On the Ropes
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Fighting Shadows (Book Two) On The Ropes
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About the Author
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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