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**Each book in the
series can be read as a standalone**
Blurb
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.
Excerpt
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.
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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