FIGHTING SHADOWS by Aly Martinez Series: On the Ropes #2
Also in this series: Fighting the Silence, Fighting Solitude
Also by this author: Fighting the Silence, Fighting Solitude
on July 7th, 2015
Genres: Fighter Guy Romance, Romance
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I come from a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in their shadows, becoming unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved the life of a woman I loved, but could never have.
My brother hailed me as a hero, and my reward was a wheelchair.
Paralyzed, my life became an inescapable nightmare.
Until I met her.
Ash Mabie had a heart-stopping smile and a laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing inside of me. She showed me that even the darkest night still had stars, and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.
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.
Ally Martinez does it again. She delivers a novel that packs such an emotional punch you can’t help but be consumed. I was dying to know what would come of Flint Page at the end of Fighting the Silence and this book went beyond my expectations. Fighting Shadows will make you feel all human emotions…all of them. 
Ash is the best female heroine EVER!!! OMG I loved her so much!
I laughed, I cried…there was sadness, anger, fear, hope and happiness…. It was amazing.
5 GIVE-ME-MORE-PAGE-BROTHERS Hearts
Chapter One Flint I remembered it all. I heard the gun. I felt the bullet. I saw her fall. In less than a second, my life as I knew it was over. But, unquestionably, I would do it all over again. For her. “Flint!” Eliza cried from underneath me. It wasn’t the way I had dreamed of at least a million times over the years. Her voice hadn’t broken in ecstasy. She hadn’t called my name as I’d been claiming her as my own, nor was it followed by confessions of love and declarations of forever. Instead, there was a sharp ringing in my ears and a tsunami of tears welling in her deep-blue eyes. My heart was already pounding, but the earth-shattering pain on her face spiked my pulse even higher. I knew I had been hit, but that wasn’t what scared me. “Are you hurt?” I rushed out. “I’m fine,” she choked around a sob. As much as I hated to see her cry, the weight of my world disappeared with only two words. “Are you sure?” I studied her, but she was focused on something else completely. Peering over my shoulder, she lifted her hand off my back. Blood dripped from her fingertips to the floor. “Oh God!” she exploded, scrambling from under me. “I’m okay,” I tried to reassure her, but as I attempted to push up off the floor, I knew my words were in vain. I was nowhere near fine. “I’m…” I started, but the thought was stolen from my tongue. Pain overtook me, causing me to collapse face first to the ground where Eliza had just been lying. I desperately tried to keep myself from passing out, but it was a battle I was quickly losing. “Flint. Stay with me. Just hang on, please,” she said calmly, kneeling beside me. But as soon as she sat up, her true emotions were revealed. “Help him!” she cried. “Please, God, someone help him!” My mind was drifting, rendering me unable to focus, but even amongst the chaos of Eliza pleading for help and security rushing into the room, I somehow homed in on the announcer’s voice on the television blaring in the background. “I really expected more from Till Page in the ring tonight,” he said. It was then that I was reminded of a pain far worse than any bullet could inflict. Till. Her husband. The father of her unborn child. My brother. He deserved her, but damn it, so did I. My eyes never left hers as her screams drifted into silence. 
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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 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.
