Tuesday, July 7, 2015

Blog Tour ARC Review + Giveaway: Fighting Shadows by Aly Martinez


Flint’s highly anticipated emotional story  is FINALLY here!  
NOW AVAILABLE
**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**

Blurb
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.
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Review ( 5 stars )


Fighting Shadows is the much anticipated sequel to Fighting Silence featuring much loved Till Page's brother Flint Page.

Before I start, I already have this uneasy feeling, not about Flint's imminent condition after the shootout, but his secret crush on Eliza, who is his sister-in-law. I'm not a fan of these plotline. What make it even worse is that this teenage crush seems even more serious that I thought it would be and is causing a big wedge between the brothers. I'm rather pissed with how Flint handle his feelings and his harsh treatment towards my beloved Till. However, I had faith in Aly to make things right for us.

Flint Page turned into this miserable asshole extraordinaire due his half paralyze body and unrequited love towards Eliza. So he decided to take a hike, go to college and avoid Till and Eliza's happy family. 

Ash Mabie is a girl brought up on the wrong side of the law. She had a hustler for a dad who taught her the trade craft needed to survive on the streets. Her new stepmom happened to be the Page brother's absentee mom and through Quarry, she met the brooding Flint on the wheels. 

Ash is a very fun and bubbly heroine. Despite growing up in a harsh life, she has positive vibe about her that make her see the best in everybody. When she met Flint, she is determine to make him smile and light up his world. However, Flint's demeanor towards her is less than welcoming. 

"Flint, don't get so caught up on the shadow that you forget the man who casts it."

The beginning of the book was rather on the angsty side because of Flint. Gah! Quarry, please pummel him for me. I'm worried of how things will work out between him and Ash especially after the huge argument they have. I was also worried about his so-called love for Eliza. The author need to make extra effort to sell the romance between Flint and Ash to me.

However, there is this pivotal point in the story whereby the author manage to make me believe that Ash might be his one true love after all. I love the way Flint make such great effort in getting Ash back into his life again. And him being all crazy possessive just showed that Ash is all he want. By the end of the book, I already forgotten about his silly crush on Eliza. Flint totally redeemed himself in my eyes.

Maybe Ash wan't a thief at all. Because she had given me back far more than she could ever take.
Apart from the angsty beginning, the second half of the book is pure gem and guilty pleasure. When Flint finally pull his head out from his ass, I fell in love for all his alpha glory. His relationship with Till might seems rocky, but we knew these brothers are inseparable and I enjoy seeing how they are still tight as ever.

There are some scenes with previous characters from her Changing Courses series that make their appearance, but I like that it was kept at a minimum. Fighting Shadows can work as a standalone, but I recommend new to Aly Martinez reader at least read Fighting Silence featuring Till Page first. You will definitely fall in love with all Page brothers. Next up is Quarry. I can't wait to see what will Aly cook up next. 

I fell in love with a girl who changed my life by showing me that even the darkest nights still had stars and it didn't matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.

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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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Excerpt

“Hey, Flint? What time is it?” Quarry asked.
Ash’s smile actually slipped completely. For the briefest of seconds, she appeared almost ashamed.
I dragged my eyes away from her in order to answer his question, but as I looked at my wrist, I had no answer at all.
“Here,” she said as she pulled my watch from her pocket.
What. The. Fuck?
Quarry howled with laughter, and Ash chewed on her bottom lip.
“Explain,” I demanded, wrapping my watch back around my wrist and shoving my wallet in the front pocket of my hoodie.
Quarry filled in the blank. “She’s a pickpocket, dude. You should have seen her when she fell on your lap. It was so fucking fast. She straight-up stole that shit from you, and you had no fucking clue.”
“I didn’t steal it! I was gonna give it back,” she amended uncomfortably. “It was just a joke.”
A joke.
A. Fucking. Joke.
  And just like that, I remembered why I didn’t laugh anymore.
“Was it funny? Stealing from the cripple? You get a good laugh out of that?” I snapped, spinning and rolling myself away. “You know, maybe my judgment of you wasn’t all that off to begin with. Like father, like daughter, I guess.” It was a low blow, but I felt completely betrayed by a woman I didn’t even know.
“Flint, wait. I wasn’t picking on the cripple!”
I fully realized that I had just used the term, but it enraged me that she’d had the audacity to repeat it back to me. Who the hell was this chick? I pushed a hand into my pocket, searching for my keys. Fuck the food. I’d leave her ass there. Hell, Quarry too if he didn’t get his ass to the car.
“Get in the car, Q!” I yelled, only to close my eyes and drop my chin to my chest when my hand never made contact on the keys. “Son of a bitch,” I said as I spun back around.
Quarry was laughing next to her, but Ash’s cheeks were bright red.
“Keys.” I snapped my fingers and opened my hand, palm up.
“Stop being a dick,” Quarry said, casually tossing an arm around Ash’s shoulders.
She didn’t budge as she held my glare.
“Keys,” I repeated, but she remained still.
“It was a joke.” Her chin began to quiver.
For fuck’s sake, I wasn’t in any kind of mood to deal with bullshit from some girl I didn’t even know and was quickly discovering I didn’t care to know, either.
Quarry’s eyes grew wide as she turned to him and buried her cries in his chest.
What the fuck, asshole! Q signed before rubbing his hands over her back.
Her shoulders shook as she let out a loud sob that shocked us both.
“Come on. Let’s sit down.” Q tried to guide her over to an empty table.
Ash refused to look up and tripped over one of the chairs.
“Shit,” Q said, catching her around the waist.
I was just about to roll my eyes when she glanced my way. He was still trying to get her back on her feet and over to a table when her tear-free, bright-blue eyes pointedly glanced in my direction. My head snapped back in surprise, but a smile grew on her face.
Ash was about to put on a show, and with that one look, she had invited me to have a front-row seat.
As she floundered all over Quarry, her hands slid between his pockets and her own. Every noise she made and each time she flailed covered up a jarring movement. She was keeping his mind too busy for it to process all the places she was touching him. Hell, I was only watching her and I could barely keep up.
There was no denying that it was entertaining, but I wasn’t willing to show her that. However, as she accidentally lifted her knee, catching Q in the balls, a laugh erupted from my throat. He cupped his crotch while she apologized profusely and pushed him toward the same chair he’d been dragging her to only seconds before. Just before he sat, Ash swung her arm out, unwinding Q’s belt from around his body before tossing it at me.
“Oh God. I’m so sorry!” she said as Quarry held a finger up to ask for a second to recover. She didn’t wait at all though. Instead, she walked over in my direction; her prideful smile grew with every step.
She pulled my keys out of her pocket and dropped them into my lap. They were quickly followed by Quarry’s phone, wallet, and house keys. Then she snagged his belt off the floor and tossed it over her shoulder.
“It had absolutely nothing to do with you being in a wheelchair. It was a joke and it wasn’t supposed to piss you off.”
“Hey!” Quarry yelled. “That was messed up. You did not have to knee me in the balls to prove a point to him.”
“Oh, that wasn’t to prove a point. That was for bullshitting me. You knew good and damn well that he wouldn’t find it funny,” she said without ever tearing her gaze from mine. “Look, I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of friends. And I’ve mentally noted that pickpocketing might not be the best way to make new ones.” She shrugged. “Consider it a lesson learned.”
“Three burgers all the way, onion rings, and a shake?” the guy at the counter called out.
Ash arched an eyebrow. “You want it to go, or are we good?”
I didn’t have to drop my attitude. Sure, she’d apologized, but while I might have had a short fuse, I also had a hell of a long burn. However, as she stood in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest and her blue eyes pleading for forgiveness, it magically fell away.
I swallowed hard. “No. We’re good.”
“You sure?” She leaned in, eyeing me warily, but her smile began to grow.
I swear to God it pulled at my lips as well. I fought it. But the harder I tried to keep it restrained, the bigger Ash’s grew. She was stealing my smile. The chick was good! Finally, with an eye roll, I let out a quiet chuckle, which seemed to appease her.
“Good. Now, help your brother get redressed and I’ll make the fancy sauce.” She waggled her eyebrows.

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