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Blurb
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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.
Excerpt
Fighting Solitude
Prologue
“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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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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