Friday, February 27, 2015

Blog Tour #review: Fighting Silence by Aly Martinez

Meet Till & Eliza in Aly Martinez’s newest fighter series!



“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.”
“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.

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.

 Sometimes when I go to write a review the words will just fly out if my mind and I find it easy as breathing to finish a review. Then sometimes, like now, I go to write a review and the book has blown me away to the point where I don't know how to  write it in a way that will do it justice without going overboard. This book is beyond believable good.
Till and Eliza are our couple in this book and are such a great combo that they are my favorite book couple this year. Theirs is a love story that  shows that true love knows no age, and that when you have found your real soul mate nothing will stop you from fighting to keep it a lifetime. 
Till is our awesome alpha male who has a home life so atrocious you just want to hold him and make all his pain go away. He has a medical condition that he knows he has no way of getting rid of, so he lives each day in fear of when the big thing hits him. In the meantime he does the only thing he knows to do to keep hi sanity, he goes to the only place that makes sense to him, with the one person who will never let him down. He goes to his Eliza, and lives in a fantasy world where the only thing that matters is the two if them together. But as always, you can't live in fantasy forever.
Eliza is a strong girl who from an early age has a family that really doesn't care for her, so she spends as much time away from home as possible. To some, this would be a lonely existence but for her it's perfect. See, she isn't alone when away from home. She had her artistic talent and more than that she had her Till, who she loves with all her heart. Just because she is a teenager doesn't mean that what she feels like it's not a true emotion. Her favorite times are when Till comes see her in an apt that's empty and they spend hours together. Till brings her special gifts that she is sure she will treasured for a lifetime. She never thought their fantasy world would end, but again, sometimes life has other plans.
The love between these two was put to the test more than once and Eliza never backed down from any challenge that was thrown their way. Till, he broke my heart so many times when his insecurities would show and the pain and anguish he was going through would jump out of the pages and became a tangible feeling.
Although we find our happily ever after, it was a hard find and to say the least. I found myself  yelling at the book at one point, no, no, no, don't do," There are other ways to handle this!"

I loved this story from the gripping prologue to the last word written. This book had me hooked and I was drained when I finished it. From being anxious to happy, to grief stricken to surprised at how the one man I thought couldn't redeem himself somehow managed to be a sort of hero in the end.
Now, I must say this, although I loved the entire book, the one thing that I did notice was that the ending did seem rushed.
All in all I was ecstatic with this book
5 solid stars babe, no other rating to give it.
Can't wait to get more of this story line and really looking forward to see how Til and Eliza continue
*** Review by Tammy ***

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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