Flint’s highly anticipated emotional story is FINALLY here!
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**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**
Blurb
I come from a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in their shadows, becoming unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved the life of a woman I loved, but could never have.
My brother hailed me as a hero, and my reward was a wheelchair.
Paralyzed, my life became an inescapable nightmare.
Until I met her.
Ash Mabie had a heart-stopping smile and a laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing inside of me. She showed me that even the darkest night still had stars, and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.
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 Shadows is the second book in the series. I didn’t read the first book, but the author clears up some confusion I may have in this one. Upon reading it, I was not sure how I felt about Flint. His brother Till has done everything for him. Flint finds himself jealous and angry because he wants what his brother has, Eliza. Flint’s attraction to her is misguided. He thinks that he is in love with her but in reality, he isn’t. Flint loves her because she helped out. He doesn’t love her like he loves Ash.
Ash is a free spirit. She is kind of flacky at times but that helps to balance Flint’s crankiness and stubbornness. At the beginning of the book, I was not a fan of Ash. I don’t mind free spirited characters but she seemed irresponsible. By the second half of the book, she matured enough where her character fit the story. Even though she wasn’t a favorite of mine, I realized as I read the book that her and Flint are a perfect match. Their personalities contrast but it makes for a great union.
Martinez is a great story teller. She creates books that are full of emotion and have funny moments. I appreciate that I can read this book without having to get the first one. She is able to capture everything from the first book and bring it here for the new readers. It’s a great book and I look forward to future works.
4 out of 5 Stars
Excerpt
I dropped to my hands and knees, following the noise. “Got it!” I shouted, stretching my arm under the bed and barely catching the alarm clock with the tips of my fingers.
I quickly turned it off, and he had apparently found the second alarm, because the room fell blessedly silent. Well, that was until I heard Flint breathe, “Fuck,” from behind me.
It was then that I remembered I was naked and kneeling with my chest to the carpeted floor and my ass sticking straight up in the air. I glanced over my shoulder to find him standing, staring down at me, his already large cock thickening between his legs—a sight that had me returning his curse.
“Don’t move,” he commanded when I started to sit up.
As Flint’s heated eyes leveled me, there was a part of me that felt as though I should have covered up. But I didn’t feel insecure at all. Under his gaze, I felt more secure and wanted than I had in my entire life, and for that alone, I pressed my ass even higher into the air.
“I lied. Get on the bed, but right back in that position.”
First, I had other plans. I sat up but didn’t push to my feet. Instead, I spun on my knees and slowly crawled over to him.
“Don’t do that,” he warned, but his eyes said otherwise.
“I have a few apologies to make.” I licked my lips.
“On the bed, Ash.”
“No,” I responded.
He arched an admonishing eyebrow, which I ignored.
“You did a lot of things to me last night—things I loved. But there was something I wanted to do.” I wrapped my hand around his hard-on, steadily gliding to the tip and back again. “I’m going to suggest you sit down.”
And for once, Flint didn’t have a retort. He backed up to the edge of the bed and dropped his crutches to the floor. I smiled in victory as I followed him forward, running my hands up his thighs until I reached the base of his cock. Then I lowered my head to kiss the tip.
“Wait,” he urged.
But I was done taking his orders. I slid his length as deep as possible into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Wait,” he repeated as I glided back up his shaft. He pulled me upright before bending forward to kiss my shoulder. Using my chin to tip my head, he forced my eyes to his. “I said wait.” He chastely kissed my mouth and teased his hands down my sides to rest on my hips.
Then the ground below my knees disappeared and the entire world turned upside down.
Literally.
A loud laugh escaped my throat as Flint flipped me onto the bed to join him. He juggled me like a rag doll until he until he found a position that suited him—kneeling over his face.
I stopped laughing immediately when his mouth sealed over my clit.
Then I cried out as his long finger found my opening. His other hand darted between us and lifted his cock toward my mouth.
With a swirl of his tongue, he dropped his head to the bed long enough to say, “Now, apologize all you like while I have breakfast.”
I gasped as his fingers began a rhythm inside me that left me unable to focus on anything else.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.” I managed to pull myself together long enough to find his cock again. But I instantly regretted my answer when he removed his finger.
“Then you come on my mouth, but you better get busy.” He swatted my ass deliciously hard before using each cheek to pull me down to hover only a centimeter from his mouth. “Because I’m coming in yours too.” He pulled me down until I completely covered his face, licking and sucking in a deep and greedy way I should have been embarrassed by.
But embarrassment would have required thoughts, and right then, every single brain cell I possessed had abandoned me in the hunt for climax.
I came on his mouth, all right. Then, when I finally got my act together, he came in mine as well. And Flint being Flint, well, he was such an overachiever that he insisted on showing me exactly how much he accepted my sexual apologies. So, before I fell asleep on his chest, I came one last time with his hand between my legs.
I decided I could live with two alarm clocks if that was the wake-up call they provided.
Haven’t read this series yet? Meet Flint Quarry, Till & Eliza
in Fighting Silence
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About the Author:
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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