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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.
THANK YOU!
