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Solitude is Book Three in the On The Ropes Series by
Aly Martinez and
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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.
Fighting
Shadows Excerpt
Fighting
Solitude
Fighting Solitude
Prologue
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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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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