The Brightest Sunset (The Darkest Sunrise #2) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET (The Darkest Sunrise #2) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

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THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET
The Darkest Sunrise Duology #2
by Aly Martinez
Release Date: July 27,2017

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Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Bullshit.
Words destroyed me.
“I’m sorry. She didn’t make it.”
“Daddy, he can’t breathe!”
“There’s nothing more we can do for your son.”
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Lies.
Those syllables and letters became my executioner. I told myself that, if I didn’t acknowledge the pain and the fear, they would have no power over me. But, as the years passed, the hate and the anger left behind began to control me.
Two words—that was all it took to plunge my life into darkness.
“He’s gone.”
In the end, it was four soft, silky words that gave me hope of another sunrise.
“Hi. I’m Charlotte Mills.”

•••••••••••

REVIEW:THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET is the second installment in Aly Martinez’s contemporary adult THE DARKEST SUNRISE dark, romance duology focusing on physician Charlotte Mills, and restaurateur Porter Reese. THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET should not be read as a stand alone as it picks up immediately upon the events and cliffhanger of book one The Darkest Sunrise.

Told from dual first person points of view (Charlotte and Porter) THE BRIGHTEST SUNRISE focuses on Charlotte Mills and Porter Reese’s struggle with the truth; the loss of control; and the power to move forward from the devastating moment everything they thought to be true was a lie. THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET follows one couple as they battle betrayal, guilt, heartbreak and love as one man falls into the darkness, and one woman comes into the light.

Aly Martinez weaves an emotional tale of lies and deceit that affected two families, several generations, and one couple as they struggled to move on from the past. As with everything in life there are subjective moments and different perspectives; not everything is black and white but in the end it is the path you travel, and how you are willing to execute the good and bad that the world has to offer, that result in the ultimate extension of your emotional well being and response to the darkest times of your life. THE BRIGHTEST SUNSET is a sensitive, edgy, and dramatic conclusion to Aly Martinez’s THE DARKEST SUNRISE duology- a tragic story with broken characters and a heartwarming happily ever after.

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Aly MartinezOriginally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

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The Darkest Sunrise (The Darkest Sunrise #1) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

THE DARKEST SUNRISE (The Darkest Sunrise #1) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book tour

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THE DARKEST SUNRISE
The Darkest Sunrise Duet #1
by Aly Martinez
Release Date: July 13, 2017
Genre: adult, contemporary, romance

The Darkest Sunrise

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date July 13, 2017

Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Whoever coined that phrase is a bald-faced liar. Words are often the sharpest weapon of all, triggering some of the most powerful emotions a human can experience.
“You’re pregnant.”
“It’s a boy.”
“Your son needs a heart transplant.”
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Lies.
Syllables and letters may not be tangible, but they can still destroy your entire life faster than a bullet from a gun.
Two words—that was all it took to extinguish the sun from my sky.
“He’s gone.”
For ten years, the darkness consumed me.
In the end, it was four deep, gravelly words that gave me hope of another sunrise.
“Hi. I’m Porter Reese.”

•••••••••••••

REVIEW: THE DARKEST SUNRISE is the first installment in Aly Martinez’s contemporary adult THE DARKEST SUNRISE duet focusing on restaurateur Porter Reese, and physician Charlotte Mills.

NOTE: Because this is a duet THE DARKEST SUNRISE ends on a cliffhanger-you have been forewarned.

Told from dual first person points of view (Charlotte and Porter) as well as third person Tom Stafford THE DARKEST SUNRISE is a story of grief, betrayal, guilt and moving forward. Ten years earlier Charlotte Mills’ life fell into an abyss of emotional nothingness, and in the ensuing time our heroine has yet to surface from the darkness that dominates her entire existence. Meeting Porter Reese, single father of two young children, whose own life upended several years before, found Charlotte looking forward to a future where the darkness slowly begins to dissipate along with the grief and guilt that has consumed every hour of every day. But Charlotte’s brief glimpse at happiness will be short lived when the past comes full circle and shoves Charlotte back down the rabbit hole of darkness and grief.

Porter and Charlotte are kindred spirits; two people who have experienced the pain of loss, grief, trauma and guilt resulting in two emotionally distant and fragile beings who go through the motions of their day to day existence. Meeting Charlotte Mills Porter felt something he hadn’t felt in years yet their mutual darkness found Porter holding onto what little light their relationship would bring until the day that everything would fall apart with one whispered little word.

THE DARKEST SUNRISE is an emotional story line about two people whose lives will collide as Porter struggles to find hope, and Charlotte battles memories of the past. Words are but verbal emotions, and the face can speak a thousand words with just one look or glance, and it is the spoken word that will find our heroine facing what she so desperately was hoping to find. There is a heart-stopping twist to the story line that I suspected early on but a twist of epic proportions that will once again destroy the lives of two people who were slowly emerging from their darkened h*lls.

Aly Martinez has written a raw, passionate and poignant story line about loss and grief, guilt and responsibility, darkness and the light. The premise is dramatic, memorable and intense; the characters are broken, real and impassioned; the romance is fated, captivating and climactic. THE DARKEST SUNRISE will captivate your imagination with the potential to break your heart and destroy your soul.

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Reviewed by Sandy

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Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Bullshit.
Words destroyed me.
“I’m sorry. She didn’t make it.”
“Daddy, he can’t breathe!”
“There’s nothing more we can do for your son.”
Sticks and stones will break my bones, but words will never harm me.
Lies.

Those syllables and letters became my executioner. I told myself that, if I didn’t acknowledge the pain and the fear, they would have no power over me. But, as the years passed, the hate and the anger left behind began to control me.
Two words—that was all it took to plunge my life into darkness.
“He’s gone.”
In the end, it was four soft, silky words that gave me hope of another sunrise.
“Hi. I’m Charlotte Mills.”

About the author

Aly MartinezOriginally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children.

Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream, almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.

She passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her side.

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SINGE (Guardian Protection #1) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

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SINGE
Guardian Protection #1
by Aly Martinez
Release Date: February 6,2017
Genre: adult, contemporary, erotic, romance

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She was my nightmare. Every time I closed my eyes, I watched her fall into that inferno. Over and over, I failed to save her.

I hadn’t been able to reach her, and the guilt only burned hotter over time. Four years later, I was the unreachable one.

Heroes aren’t always saints. Sometimes, we’re nothing more than jaded sinners driven by sleepless nights and hearts full of darkness.

And then I met her. She was a dreamer who managed to soothe my scars and heal my wounds.

But, as the flames closed in around us, I feared I wasn’t the right man to save her. That is until I realized she was the one woman I’d burn the world down to protect.

••••••••••••

REVIEW: SINGE is the first installment in Aly Martinez’s contemporary, adult GUARDIAN PROTECTION erotic, romance series focusing on the men and women of the Guardian Protection Security Agency. This is former police officer/security specialist Jude Levitt, and heiress Rhion Park’s story line.

Told from dual first person perspectives (Rhion and Jude) SINGE focuses on healing, rebirth, second chances and betrayal. Four years earlier police officer Jude Levitt was called to a disturbance at the Park Estate only to discover the house engulfed in flames and Rhion Park struggling for her life. A series of questionable decisions befalls our would-be hero landing both him and Rhion in the hospital with too many questions, and painful burns. Fast forward to present day wherein Jude Levitt will come face to face with the woman whose life he thought he destroyed but the woman who has been the focus of his nightmares and dreams for several years. What ensues is the quick building romantic relationship between Rhion and Jude, and Jude’s struggle to protect the woman which whom he is falling in love.

Rhion Park has kept herself hidden from her past in the hopes of protecting her heart and her life. Someone close has made Rhion’s life difficult but the Guardian Protection Agency keeps a watchful eye out on the woman they consider a friend and family. Enter new security specialist, and former police officer Jude Levitt who takes more than a professional interest in the Agency’s reclusive client. For four years Rhion has dreamt and written about the man who saved her life but said man believes he is anything but her hero.

The relationship between Rhion and Jude is very quick to develop as the couple has never stopped thinking about the other since the fateful day that Jude saved Rhion’s life. Jude struggles to accept that he wasn’t responsible for the pain and suffering of the woman with whom he is falling in love; and Rhion battles more than one demon from her past. The $ex scenes are intimate, erotic and captivating.

There is a large ensemble cast of secondary and supporting characters including several security specialists at Guardian Protection: Leo and Sarah James, Devon Grant, Jeremy Lark, Braydon Hughes, Alex Pearson, and Aidan Johnson,: Rhion’s best friend Brianna Turner, and step sister Katie Spencer, as well as Rhion’s younger brother Apollo Park whose back story is heartbreaking. We are introduced Rhion’s guardian and her father’s best friend Peter Higgins controls all of Rhion’s financial holdings; as well as Rhion’s former wicked step-mother Margaret Spencer, who is all about the money and more-our heroine has a difficult time saying no to her father’s ex-wife.

The world building looks at the relationship between Rhion and Jude, and Rhion’s struggle to move on with her life. Not all is as it seems especially as it pertains to Rhion’s family and friends; trust is easily broken; betrayal is but a heartbeat away.

SINGE is sexy, intriguing and emotional story line of family, friendship, heartbreak and love. The premise is exciting but somewhat chaotic; the romance is erotic and tender; the characters are colorful and numerous. SINGE is a tense and intoxicating story about second chances at life and love.

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“Tomorrow, it’s on me,” I said, standing up off the barstool.
Behind the bar, Carmen waggled her eyebrows, seductively calling out, “Funny, I could be on you tonight if you stayed awhile longer.”
I laughed at her innuendo and tossed her a wink. “I gotta get home, babe. Seven a.m. comes way too early.”
“Well, offer’s on the table,” she purred.
It always was with her. And, if I wasn’t careful, I’d eventually take her up on it.
Not that sleeping with Carmen wouldn’t have been good. But, when you find a cheap bar only five minutes from your house, you don’t fuck that up by dipping your cock into the bartender.
“Later, Carmen,” I called, pushing the door open and heading to my car.
I wasn’t out of the parking lot before I heard, “Officer Levitt? We’ve got an alarm going off in Park Hill. You mind taking a look on your way home?”
Banging my head back against the headrest, I groaned to myself. Park Hill was about as “on my way home” as swinging past California on the way to Maine.
Switching my radio to my other hand, I complained, “I’m off the clock, Jocelyn.” I had been for several hours, even if I hadn’t made it home yet.
She laughed. “I’m sorry, but you’re the only one remotely close. I had to send two cars out to the Laslows’ to break up another argument between Cam and his old man.”
“They at it again?” I asked.
“Apparently, Cam told Lindsey he didn’t want the baby. Lindsey told his dad. Old Man Laslow lost his mind.”
I chuckled, putting my blinker on and then doing a U-turn in the middle of the empty road. “Christ. I bet he did. I know the man’s seventy-five, but I sure as hell wouldn’t want to go toe-to-toe with him.”
“I’m with you on that. So…you gonna head out to Park Hill?” she asked in a sugary-sweet tone.
I grumbled deep in my chest. “You’re gonna owe me some of that banana bread for this. I missed it the other day when you brought it up to the station.”
“I don’t owe you anything.” She giggled. “However, as a personal thank-you from the state of Illinois, Park County, and the owners of Park Hill, I’ll bring you in a loaf on Friday. Deal?”
“Deal. I’m en route now.”
“Stay safe, and radio in with your report.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, knowing exactly how much thirty-year-old Jocelyn loved being called ma’am by a twenty-five-year-old man.
“Don’t you—”
“Gotta go.” I turned the volume down to mute her, grinning to myself as I flipped my lights and siren on.
I’d been a cop for two years. And, in that time, I’d been out to the privately owned Park Hill estate at least a dozen times. It wasn’t unusual for the alarm on the mansion to get triggered. It never amounted to anything. The expansive estate was on the very edge of the county, and trouble didn’t usually travel that far out. More often than not, a bird at a window or a bumbling new member of the grounds crew would accidentally trip the alarm. Truth was, no one actually lived in Park Hill. The owners visited sporadically. But, for the majority of the time, it remained empty.
Some minutes later, I cut my siren as I pulled up to the entrance. The cold air assaulted me as I stepped out of my patrol car with my flashlight in hand and aimed at the keypad on the massive security gate that blocked the driveway off. That damn thing alone had to have cost more than I’d make in a lifetime. Forget about the house inside.
The smell of wood burning in a fireplace wafted through the night air. I guessed someone was home for a visit.
I typed in the emergency code on the gate panel and then climbed back in my car and made my way down the tree-lined driveway. I’d spent the day on patrol, and, with the exception of some minor vandalism across town, it had been a slow one.
Though, in the blink of an eye, that would change.
Along with my entire life.
“Oh fuck,” I breathed as the main house came into view on the top of the hill.
After throwing my car in park, I jumped on the radio at my shoulder. I could barely get the words out as I slung my door open and took off at a dead sprint.
“This is Officer Levitt! I need fire support at Park Hill immediately!”
And then I froze as a wave of adrenaline crashed into me like a tsunami.
An inferno roared in the night sky, but it was the small silhouette of a woman perched outside a third-floor window, smoke pouring out all around her, that knocked the breath out of me. My heart stopped, but my feet continued to pound against the pavement.
Jocelyn’s voice caught me. “What’s going on?”
“I need medical too!” I barked as I got closer. “The whole damn place is in flames and there’s a woman trapped!”
The woman’s long, black hair blew out behind her like a battered flag whipping in a storm. I couldn’t make out her face or her skin color or even guess at her age for the black soot covering her, but her fear was unmistakable.
And unforgettable.
“Hang on!” I yelled up to her.
“Oh my God!” she screamed before it turned into a fit of coughing. “Help me!”
“Hang on! Don’t let go!”
Frantically, I searched the perimeter for a way in, but it wasn’t only her house that was on fire. Flames were encompassing her. The yard and all the surrounding flowerbeds. Top to bottom. The first and second floors were completely engulfed, and if the sound of shattering windows was any indication, it was quickly making its way up to the third floor—to her.
“No! Don’t leave me!” she screamed, panic thick in her garbled voice, as I started around the side of the house.
A wall of heat stopped me in my tracks. Throwing an arm up, I did my best to block my face while scanning the building for any possible entry—or, in her case, exit.
But there wasn’t a surface of that house that wasn’t ablaze.
Except the roof.
Son of a bitch.
I spoke into the radio. “I need an ETA on fire.”
Jocelyn replied, “They’re on their way. Five minutes out.”
I didn’t have one minute, much less five.
Fuck.
My pulse quickened, sending blood thundering in my ears. I was a cop. I’d trained for chaos. I should have been able to come up with a solution for a situation like this, but they didn’t teach you how to conquer the impossible at the Academy.
And, as I took inventory of the flames dancing beneath her, I knew that was exactly what I was up against.
My gut wrenched as I helplessly sped back around the house. She appeared almost childlike, hovering barefoot on that narrow brick ledge, but her long-sleeve top and her loose-fitting pants clung to the body of a woman.
Jesus Christ! Where was that fucking fire truck?
“Is anyone else in the house?” I yelled up to her.
Not that I could have helped them, either. Short of running into a burning building, on what would surely be a suicide mission, there was not one thing I could do. And didn’t that little reality feel like a wrecking ball to the chest.
“No!” she cried, a loud sob lodging in her throat. It turned into more coughing, her body shaking violently with every heave.
I fisted my hands at my sides as my anxiety spiraled higher.
“Please. Do something!” she begged.
I ground my teeth together and once again glanced around as if a water hose and a ladder were going to suddenly appear out of nowhere. “Hang tight, okay? Fire trucks are on their way.”
“I can’t hold on much longer!” she cried.
“Yes, you can,” I demanded.
“I…I think I need to jump,” she coughed out.
I assessed the massive fire below her. I’d never be able to reach her before it swallowed her. But there was no way I’d be able to stand by and watch her burn.
No. If she jumped off that ledge, she was going to get us both killed.
“Don’t you dare,” I barked. “Don’t even think about it. Two minutes. They’ll be here.”
“I…I can’t.”
“Two minutes,” I repeated. “Hold—”
Suddenly, a window to her left exploded, shooting glass and flames in all directions.
I covered my face as she screamed in a paralyzing mixture of fear and agony. It cut me so deep that I knew I’d bear the scars for the rest of my life, and that had nothing to do with the glass and everything to do with the heavy weight of my failure already lingering in the smoke-filled air.
When I opened my eyes again, I caught a glimpse of orange flickering in the window behind her. Panic built in my chest.
“You need to move!” I yelled.
She shook her head and continued to cough and cry.
But it wasn’t an option. I couldn’t help her. Though I damn sure refused to watch her die.
“Please. Just listen to me.” I swallowed hard. “You can’t stay there.” I looked to the roof.
Sending her higher seemed wrong and went against everything I’d learned in my limited fire training. But fuck, my options were having her jump into a conflagration or scale up the side of a building in hopes of buying us the precious minutes needed for the fire department to arrive.
Drawing in a smoke-filled breath, I made a decision that would haunt me for the rest of my life. “You need to climb up to the roof.”
“I can’t!” she shrieked.
My stomach twisted, but I gentled my voice. “Look, I know you’re scared. But I’m right here. I’ll help guide you up, but, sweetheart, it’s bearing down on you. You gotta move, and I mean now.”
She choked on a mouthful of smoke as she attempted to look over her shoulder.
“You’re going to be fine. I swear to you,” I lied. “But you have to move.”
“I’m not going to make it!” She had to have yelled it in order for me to hear her, but I felt her defeat slither over my skin like a whispered goodbye.
I took a long step forward, too focused on her to feel the heat singeing my skin. “Yes, you are!” I declared. “Move your ass up to the roof and we’ll both be out of here in time for breakfast.”
Her gaze landed on mine, tears forging paths down her soot-covered cheeks, her disbelief obvious even from yards away. “Are you sure?”
It was a ridiculous question. It wasn’t like I could make any guarantees. It was fire, for God’s sake. But that didn’t stop me from covering my heart with my palm and vowing, “I swear on my life you’re going to make it through this.”
Her hesitation was evident, but with one last sob, she inched her small body farther out onto the narrow ledge, reaching the tips of her shaking fingers out for the windowsill above her.
“Good girl,” I praised, a fraction of relief washing over me.
And then I sucked in a sharp breath as one of her shaking legs slipped out from under her.
“No!” I yelled.
On instinct, I rushed toward the flames, my arms stretched out in the air as though I could catch her.
A scalding heat blistered my face and forced me to stop, but the real pain was in my chest. I watched in horror for what felt like a lifetime as she fought to right herself, her dainty arms flailing like a wounded butterfly frantically trying to catch the wind.
But there was none to be found.
My heart lurched into my throat, and my breath seized in my lungs.
And then a deep, guttural sound tore through me, shredding me from the inside out, as I watched her fall.
I woke up in a cold sweat. It wasn’t exactly something new. I’d been dreaming of Butterfly for over four years. She always flew directly into the flames, screaming as I stood helpless to save her.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I cradled my head in my hands and tried to pretend I was okay. That wasn’t exactly something new, either. I could still feel the heat on the back of my neck. My lungs were still thick with smoke. The pressure in my chest never left me.
The distance while I was living in LA had helped. But, in the week since I’d been back in Illinois, I’d woken up every morning at that blazing house. I didn’t even have to be asleep for the memories to assault me.
I should have gone back to sleep. It was my first day at my new job, and the last thing I needed was to show up haggard and sleep-deprived. But, as I’d learned over the years, another fiery butterfly awaited me on the other side of REM. No way I was volunteering for that.
I pushed myself off the bed and tugged a T-shirt on, preparing to head down to the hotel gym with hopes that I could outrun the mental fog that had been hovering over me since I’d returned. There was a reason I’d thrown all of my shit in my car and driven as far as I could all those years ago.
Yet, somehow, I’d come full circle.
But I’d come back a different man.
At least that’s what I’d told myself as the deafening roar of doubt had overwhelmed me the moment I’d driven across the state line.
Regardless, it had been time to go home.
I’d been gone too long.
Or, as I’d decided as I’d passed the exit to Park County, not nearly long enough.

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Aly MartinezBorn 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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TRANSFER (Retrieval #2) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

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TRANSFER
Retrieval #2
by Aly Martinez
Genre: adult, contemporary, romantic suspense
Release Date: September 27, 2016

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date September 27, 2016

One story. Two couples.

I fell in love with a man who didn’t exist.

What started out as romance ended in hell.
His words turned to razor blades.
His kisses converted to fists.
His embrace became my cage.
His body transformed into a weapon, stealing parts of me until ultimately….
I broke.

I hated him.
My sole job in life became to protect our daughter.

I wasn’t sure I’d ever escape the prison he’d skillfully crafted from my fears.
Until the day our savior arrived.

This is the story of how I escaped the man who thought he owned me.
The transfer of my life and my family.

••••••

REVIEW: TRANSFER is the second installment in Aly Martinez’s contemporary, adult RETRIEVAL romantic suspense duology. TRANSFER should not be read as a stand alone as the story line continues and picks up immediately after the events of book one-Retrieval.

Told from four first person points of view (Roman, Elisabeth, Clare and Heath) TRANSFER primarily focuses on Clare and Heath (where as Retrieval focused on Roman and Elisabeth): Clare’s rescue and recovery from years of abuse at the hands of her husband; the building of family; and the search for Walt Noir- the number one man on the city’s most wanted list. What ensues is the developing relationship between Clare and Heath, and the integration of a child between two families who share more than a common bond.

TRANSFER is a story about survival, domestic abuse, power and control. The reader is pulled into a tragic tale that ends with a happily ever after but the struggle for freedom is a constant battle fearing reprisal and recriminations for daring to walk away.

Aly Martinez writes an emotionally charged, heartbreaking and suspense filled story about two couples who are pulled together by a common thread but a thread that is slowly unraveling as their lives begin to implode. The premise is dramatic, intense and intriguing; the characters are passionate and inspiring; the romance is emotional and uplifting- Heath is a remarkable hero whose only sin was to fall in love with a broken woman. The epilogue fast forwards the story five years and we get a glimpse into the future and two very heartwarming happily ever afters.

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Aly MartinezBorn 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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RETRIEVAL (The Retrieval Duet #1) by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

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RETRIEVAL
The Retrieval Duet #1
by Aly Martinez
Release Date: September 13, 2016
Genre: adult, contemporary, romantic suspense

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One story. Two couples.

I proposed on our first date.
She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes.
It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…
Until we got greedy and wanted a family.

It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a world that didn’t understand.

Finally, we were successful…
Until we were forced to bury our son.

We were left broken, battered, and destroyed.
They say love is in the details, but it was the details that ruined us.

This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine.
The retrieval of my wife and our family.

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REVIEW: RETRIEVAL is the first installment in Aly Martinez’s contemporary, adult THE RETRIEVAL DUET romantic, suspense duology focusing on two couples connected through deceit and betrayal.

Told from four first person points of view (Roman and Elisabeth Leblanc, Walt and Clare Noir) using present day timeline and flashbacks RETRIEVAL looks at infertility, loss, betrayal and heartbreak. Two years earlier Roman and Elisabeth’s life fell apart following years of infertility and the loss of their unborn son. Fast forward to present day wherein our now divorced couple will come face to face with their worst nightmare and the possibility that life as they know it is about to spiral out of control-once again.

We are introduced to Clare Noir, an abused and battered woman whose own life is a living h*ll thanks to a husband with issues of power and control- Clare will eventually cross paths with Roman and Elisabeth LeBlanc pulling our couple into a dark and dangerous path. What ensues are Roman’s attempts to get back the woman he loves, and put together the family that no longer exists- a second chance at love for two people lost to the memories of the past.

RETRIEVAL is a heartbreaking, intense and emotional story line involving two couples connected by deceit, betrayal and infertility. Aly Martinez pulls the reader into a story of suspense, mystery, loss and deception. The premise is passionate, controversial and intoxicating. The characters are tragic and broken as their struggle with what was and what may never be. The story line ends on a cliffhanger-you have been warned !

I like the author’s use of LeBlanc and Noir….White and Black….good vs evil- a definitive line has been drawn between the characters and not just via the story line premise.

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Reviewed by Sandy

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“Where’d you get beer?” Elisabeth asked as she scrambled from the couch.
“Seth,” I replied, hanging my head and rubbing my eyes.
Jesus, I’d wanted to kiss her. She was being a bitch, spouting shit she didn’t mean just because she was too scared to let me in.
But, even through it, those plump lips were calling to me.
I’d never been able to resist that woman. Despite that we’d fallen apart, it hadn’t changed. The hum for her was still in my veins. It never went away, but for two years, it had been dormant. I’d packed it down so tightly that I’d hoped it had died. But, with one look, my body began thrumming like a live wire.
“Seth?” she asked as she bent over to straighten her tight, black pencil skirt.
It was a rare occasion to catch Elisabeth in something other than a perfectly pressed skirt and a pair of heels. But she’d been sleeping all day. It was wrinkled all to hell and back. The only thing her efforts succeeded in was drawing my attention down to her legs.
Legs that had spent many nights wrapped around my hips as she came while crying my name.
Shit. I should go.
But, after the way she’d latched on to me that morning, I wasn’t going anywhere.
“My assistant,” I answered. “I had him pick you up a bottle of wine, too.”
She blinked. “You have an assistant? Who delivers you beer? And your ex-wife wine?”
“No, I have an assistant who does whatever the fuck I need him to do. And, luckily for us, beer and wine happen to fall into the whatever-the-fuck-I-need-him-to-do category tonight.” She fought back a smile as I finished, “So do gyros.”
“Damn. I need to get one of those,” she mumbled to herself.
I smirked. “Cash my checks and you could afford one.”
It was a dick move, bringing up the money right then. But, despite her expert hand in decorating, that little starter house we’d bought with rose-colored glasses now needed a shit-ton of work.
Her back shot ramrod straight, fury crinkling the corners of her eyes as she snarled, “I’m not cashing your checks.”
I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure out how to get your own wine and dinner after tonight.”
“I think I can manage,” she fired back.
“Suit yourself.” I pushed off the couch and meandered to the kitchen.
I went to the fridge and leaned in, searching for anything I could snack on. With the exception of at least a dozen Tupperware containers, she didn’t have much in the way of a quick bite.
Snagging a handful of grapes from the drawer, I made a mental note to send Seth to the grocery store after he’d delivered dinner.
Popping the grapes in my mouth one by one, I felt her watching me in what could only be defined as silent awe. I decided my best move would be to ignore it. “You know, I should have invented Tupperware. You alone could keep me in business,” I told her, retrieving a beer and then shutting the door.
She scoffed then muttered, “At least then I would have benefitted from you abandoning our marriage.”
Lava fresh off the volcanoes in Hell boiled in my veins.
I cocked my head to the side and questioned, “I’m sorry. Come again?”
“You should go,” she snapped.
Think a-fucking-gain.
“Nah, I’m good. Got any movies?”
I tipped the bottle to my lips, doing my best to calm the storm brewing within me, all while still fighting the desire to take her to the floor, plant myself between her legs, and remind her how that fucking attitude affected me.
Clearly, she had forgotten.
My cock had not.
“Roman, it’s been a crazy day. Please don’t do this tonight.”
“Do what?” I asked, leaning back against the huge, granite island.
She threw her hands out to the sides in frustration. “What you always do.”
“What do I always do, Lissy?”
“This!” she yelled.
I frowned and took another pull from my beer. “Haven’t been in our kitchen, drinking beer, in a long time. I hardly think it’s fair to say I always do it.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from her head. “My kitchen, Roman. This is my kitchen. Not ours. And you know good and damn well that is not what I’m talking about.”
My lips twitched as I pointed the neck of my bottle at her. “No. What I know good and damn well is that I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Or why you’re slinging unnecessary and, might I add, undeserved attitude at me like a short-order cook at the bitch house.”
“He did not say that to me,” she whispered to herself.
When I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug, she swung a pointed finger toward the door and yelled, “Get out!”
I grinned, crossing my legs at the ankle. “You always were cranky when you were hungry.”
And that was the exact moment her head exploded.

 

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Fighting Solitude (On The Ropes #3) by Aly Martinez-Review, Book Tour & Giveaway

FIGHTING SOLITUDE (On The Ropes 3) by Aly Martinez-Review, Book Tour & Giveaway

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FIGHTING SOLITUDE
On The Ropes #3
by Aly Martinez
Release Date: February 2, 2016
Genre: adult, contemporary, romance

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ABOUT THE BOOK: Release Date February 2, 2016

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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REVIEW: FIGHTING SOLITUDE is the third installment in Aly Martinez’s ON THE ROPES romance series focusing on the Page brothers. This is boxer Quarry Page, and Liv James’s story line- a best friends to lovers trope that covers a life time of regrets and sins. FIGHTING SOLITUDE can be read as a stand alone but for backstory and cohesion I recommend reading the series in order.

Told from alternating first person points of view (Quarry and Liv) FIGHTING SOLITUDE follows the friendship between Quarry and Liv. At the tender ages of nine and ten Quarry and Liv became best friends and for years were inseparable until the day Quarry (in anger and fear) destroyed Liv’s trust. Three years would pass before Liv would be able to face the now eighteen year old man he had become but everything and everyone had changed-Quarry moved on but never forgot about the young girl wrapped tightly around his heart. Secrets are revealed; the past never forgotten; the future a minefield of possibilities. Liv must struggle with the knowledge that she can never compete with a memory-she may always be second best.

FIGHTING SOLITUDE begins with an unexpected death that changes Quarry and Liv’s lives then flashes back to the beginning where our story line couple are first introduced. Fifteen years of memories and events that blend together with the first two installments –FIGHTING SILENCE and FIGHTING SHADOWS-wherein the author reminds the reader about the events of the past. The Page brothers have suffered both physical, emotional and mental trauma, and Quarry must endure the family legacy both inside and outside of the ring. A chance at the world boxing championship finds our leading couple facing more than an opponent in the arena, but a threat against their personal lives, as well.

All of the previous story line couples play secondary and supporting roles, as well as Liv’s father and step-mother. The requisite evil comes from two different directions.

FIGHTING SOLITUDE is an emotional and heartbreaking story line where Quarry must battle the demons from his past; a family pedigree of shame, guilt and loss; and fight for the woman he has loved most of his life. The premise is provocative and imaginative; the characters are passionate and intense; the romance is a slow build to a happily ever after.

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“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.

 

 

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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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The Fall Up by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

THE FALL UP by Aly Martinez-Review and Book Tour

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The Fall Up
by Aly Martinez
Release Date: October 26, 2015
Genre: adult, contemporary, romance

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I wanted to jump.
He made me fall.

As a celebrity, I lived in the public eye, but somewhere along the way, I’d lost myself in the spotlight.

Until he found me.

Sam Rivers was a gorgeous, tattooed stranger who saved my life with nothing more than a simple conversation.

But we were both standing on that bridge for a reason the night we met. The secrets of our pasts brought us together—and then tore us apart.

Could we find a reason to hold on as life constantly pulled us down?

Or maybe there’s only one direction to go when two people fall in love at rock bottom—up.

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REVIEW: THE FALL UP is a stand alone contemporary, adult romance from author Aly Martinez that focuses on two lost souls who found one another on the edge of a bridge one dark and lonely night. This is musician Levee Williams, and furniture builder Sam Rivers’s storyline.

Told from dual first person perspectives (Levee and Sam) THE FALL UP focuses on recovery, acceptance, grief and letting go. For several nights, Sam had watched as a young woman in disguise returned to ‘his’ bridge with what he believed were thoughts of suicide and ending her life. When Sam finally confronts the beautiful woman, they agree to meet one another in the same spot the next evening. What ensues is a slow build of a ‘friendship’ between two lost souls who find solace and peace overlooking the waters below.

THE FALL UP follows the building relationship between Levee and Sam. Sam is a tattooed and smoking bad boy who is lost in a world of guilt, while Levee is unable to get on with her life. Standing on the bridge together, Levee and Sam will discover that there is more to life when the one that you love is by your side. There is plenty of humor, sexual innuendo, friendly and sexy banter between Levee and Sam-something to offset what could have been a dark romantic storyline. . The $ex scenes are intimate and seductive.

There is a large ensemble cast of secondary and supporting characters including Levee’s best friend Henry; Sam’s BFF and lawyer Ryan, along with his sister Meg and Meg’s daughter Morgan. We are introduced to Sam’s supportive mother, and Levee’s less than enthusiastic parents. I am hoping that Henry, as well as Ryan each get their own storyline and a happily ever after.

The world building focuses on grief, depression and recovery, and the people who are affected by the choices people make every day of their lives–Real life issues in a fictional storyline

Aly Martinez’s THE FALL UP is amusing, impassioned, consuming and profound. The characters are believable and charismatic; the premise is heartwarming and inspiring; the romance is beautiful and intense. THE FALL UP is an emotional storyline that will touch your heart and your mind. The passion is comforting; the tenderness in intimate; the reality is true for many broken souls.

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“You’re overdoing it, Lev. I know this job isn’t exactly nine-to-five, but it’s not twenty-four-seven, either. You have to stop being Levee Williams all the time and just be you.”
“I know,” I responded.
I didn’t though. I felt like a robot parading around in a lost woman’s body.
Smile.
Pose.
Turn.
Toss in the occasional song.
Repeat.
What little time I did manage to carve out for myself was spent at various children’s hospitals across the country.
Smile.
Pose.
Turn.
Watch a child die.
Repeat.
With every day that passed, the smile became less and less genuine, the pose more and more forced, and the turn took me further and further away from who I really was.
My career was soaring while, personally, I was plummeting. Every single day felt like a terrifying free fall in no particular direction. I was stuck in the middle with no way up—or down.
“You remember that girl, right?” Henry asked, tucking a hair behind my ear.
I nodded.
I did remember her. She was fun and carefree. She loved going out and dancing at nightclubs until the very last song played. She slept until noon if she could. Then, fueled by coffee alone, she’d spend the day with a guitar strapped around her neck and a notepad at her side. She had a huge heart, but she knew her limitations.
Oh, I remembered that girl. I just couldn’t figure out how to get back to her.


 

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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 Chicago, 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. 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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