Fighting Silence
by Aly Martinez
Meet Till & Eliza in Aly Martinez’s newest fighter series!
About the Book
Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?
I've always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine. I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.
You see, 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.
Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.
I think that's the sound I'll miss the most.
“Hi.” I stood up off the bed as he started climbing through the window.
His eyes went wide when he saw me, causing him to momentarily lose his balance on the windowsill and go crashing to the floor. “God. Damn,” he cursed as he rose to his feet while taking in my new wardrobe. “You… I…um…” His hand went to his lip.
He was rooted in place only a few steps away, but his eyes traveled over every inch of my body and back again.
Till was speechless. I had never felt so empowered in my life.
“Are you okay?” I feigned concern as I slowly approached.
“Not even close,” he told my breasts, making me giggle.
After sliding a hand under the edge of his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail over each of his abs before dipping it into the waistband of his jeans.
“I’m sore today,” I announced, closing the distance between us. My breasts were pressed against him, but he still hadn’t even attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to remedy that. I smirked then stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his neck. “Make me sore for tomorrow too.” At the last second, I darted my tongue out to the hollow dip at the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him, but as the taste of his skin hit my tongue, I was flooded with memories of taking more of him in my mouth. The moan escaped before I’d even felt it coming.
A loud rumble shook his chest, but that was the only warning I received. Suddenly, I was off my feet and sailing through the air. Just as I landed on the bed, Till crashed on top of me. His mouth roughly landed on mine.
“Tell me we can’t do this again,” he demanded as his hands found my breasts.
“We’re definitely doing this again.” I arched into him.
“It’s gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please.” He groaned as I reached into the front of his jeans.
“I’m okay with messy,” I breathed, guiding his hand from my breast and into my panties.
“Fuuuuuck” he cursed when he discovered just how thorough I’d been with the razor earlier. His finger pressed inside me as his body traveled down the bed and settled between my legs, stripping my panties off during his descent.
He added another finger in a less than gentle but overwhelmingly intoxicating, rhythm.
“Tell me to stop, Eliza. We can’t do this again.” He grazed his teeth on the inside of my thigh.
“We’re already doing it.”
“Tell me to stop.”
“No.”
“It’s going to ruin us.”
“If you don’t stop talking, you’re going to ruin this.”
“I’m serious.” He kissed the inside of my other thigh, his fingers never faltering in their steady pace.
“So am I. Stop trying to talk yourself out of this while your fingers are buried inside me.” I threaded a hand into his hair and gave it a gentle tug.
“Goddammit. Tell me to stop!” he demanded one last time, but his fingers sped before twisting in the most delicious way.
I decided to give him what he wanted, but only because I knew he wouldn’t follow through.
“Stop.” I rolled my hips forcing him even deeper.
“Well, it’s too fucking late now.”
I would have laughed, but his mouth sealed over my clit and stole my breath, words, thoughts, and orgasm. My body shook as he pushed me higher even while I was falling. It shouldn’t have worked like that, but whatever voodoo magic Till Page was working with that night was all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue until I used his hair to pry his mouth away.
“Too much!” I cried.
He looked up with a wickedly proud grin. His hand disappeared, and seconds later, his cock replaced it.
4.5 STARS
**I received an ARC for an honest review.**
This story is so different from any others out there. I loved that the two characters where poor kids that grew up together. I loved that you could feel the love, devotion and especially the attraction between Till and Eliza right from the beginning. What I loved the most was that Till did not want to ruin what they had by taking it to the next level because he knew he would never be able to live without Eliza and in turn what I loved because of that was when Eliza took a stand for what she wanted and also what Till wanted.
This fighter book is just so much different than most that I have read. There was no hot shot billionaire fighter waiting to sweep Eliza off her feet. Till didn't take anything he ever had for granted and he worked hard to get to where he was by the end of this book. That is what I loved about this story. These two people had depended on each other so long that they had already made a life together. They raised Till's brothers together and they actually raised each other. Eliza's devotion to the Page boys is just great. I love that she treats them like her own brothers and that they love her like she was their sister. Their not typical family worked so well for them and I liked that they all wanted to overcome the things of their past and not be like their parents.
All the characters right down to Quarry were so strong in this book. I really admired Till's ethic and his want for a better life, but not for him. For his brothers and Eliza. I really liked that everything Till accomplished, Eliza was right by his side encouraging him. What was very touching was when Till's started to lose his hearing, Eliza was the one to ground him and make him understand.
This book is pretty emotional. I got choked up several times while reading this book and I am looking forward to more. At the end of this book we got two different POVs, Flint's and Quarry's. So, I am hoping that those two boys will get their own books as well, because the ending of this book left it wide open for more to come from the Page boys.
Which brings me to my 4.5 start rating. I did not give 5 full stars because I felt that the ending was a tad rushed. I felt like things just started happening and then all of a sudden they were somewhat resolved and then it was the epilogue with a vague description of what happened and then over. Although it did leave it open for more from Flint and Quarry, but I was just left wanting bit more. But still this is a must read and is definitely NOT like any other fighter book out there!
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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