Thursday, September 15, 2016

Release + ARC Review: Retrieval by Aly Martinez


ONE STORY. TWO COUPLES.

The Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez is a two part series.

 RETRIEVAL is NOW LIVE  and will bring readers the first part of this emotional second chance romance.  

TRANSFER (Part Two) will release on September 27th!

I proposed on our first date.
She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later, she said yes.
It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…
Until we got greedy and wanted a family.

It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying. Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a brave face for a world that didn’t understand.
Finally, we were successful…
Until we were forced to bury our son.

We were left broken, battered, and destroyed.
They say love is in the details, but it was the details that ruined us.

This is the story of how I took back what had always been mine.
The retrieval of my wife and our family.


NOW AVAILABLE on the following retailers: 
Retrieval (Part One): 
iBooks | Nook | Kobo



From reading the blurb and a handful of reviews, I'm quite worried this is gonna be a sad story seeing as the couple is dealing with infertility. As a married woman, I understand why having kids can be such a big deal for a family. Alas, this story isn't as emotional as I thought it would be. For me, is a good news. I can't deal with a downer read.

First of all, the story start at present time which is after Roman and Elisabeth been divorced for two years. So I get to skip the torturous part of how their marriage fail, although I did get a little recap from their first meeting to their eventual heartache. Present time, they never communicate for two years, but something major came up and their were thrown back together again to deal with the possible consequences.

Roman is such a sexy, insufferable ass. It works really well here because I like his take charge attitude and going all caveman to get back his ex-wife albeit much to Elisabeth chagrined. Imagine your ex-husband just waltz back in and saying he is here to stay? I'm torn between wanting to bash his head or kiss him all over. Maybe both.

About the other couple, one of the character is Clare, who suffered at the hand of an abusive husband. How is her story intertwined with Roman and Clare? Don't worry, it isn't anything kinky or a triangle.

I don't want to give away the main plot here. Is better to just jump in and experience it for yourself. I love the suspense here because Aly never gave away much in her blurb, which make the whole experience much more intriguing. There are some humor, a great suspense and emotional moments when Roman and Elisabeth finally come to terms with their marriage.

At the end of Retrieval, I guess Roman and Elisabeth's story is pretty much settled. The next book will mainly be Clare and her mysterious hero and a little catching up with Roman and Elisabeth. 




“Where’d you get beer?” Elisabeth asked as she scrambled from the couch.
“Seth,” I replied, hanging my head and rubbing my eyes. 
Jesus, I’d wanted to kiss her. She was being a bitch, spouting shit she didn’t mean just because she was too scared to let me in. 
But, even through it, those plump lips were calling to me.
I’d never been able to resist that woman. Despite that we’d fallen apart, it hadn’t changed. The hum for her was still in my veins. It never went away, but for two years, it had been dormant. I’d packed it down so tightly that I’d hoped it had died. But, with one look, my body began thrumming like a live wire.
“Seth?” she asked as she bent over to straighten her tight, black pencil skirt. 
It was a rare occasion to catch Elisabeth in something other than a perfectly pressed skirt and a pair of heels. But she’d been sleeping all day. It was wrinkled all to hell and back. The only thing her efforts succeeded in was drawing my attention down to her legs. 
Legs that had spent many nights wrapped around my hips as she came while crying my name.
Shit. I should go. 
But, after the way she’d latched on to me that morning, I wasn’t going anywhere. 
“My assistant,” I answered. “I had him pick you up a bottle of wine, too.” 
She blinked. “You have an assistant? Who delivers you beer? And your ex-wife wine?”
“No, I have an assistant who does whatever the fuck I need him to do. And, luckily for us, beer and wine happen to fall into the whatever-the-fuck-I-need-him-to-do category tonight.” She fought back a smile as I finished, “So do gyros.”
“Damn. I need to get one of those,” she mumbled to herself.
I smirked. “Cash my checks and you could afford one.” 
It was a dick move, bringing up the money right then. But, despite her expert hand in decorating, that little starter house we’d bought with rose-colored glasses now needed a shit-ton of work. 
Her back shot ramrod straight, fury crinkling the corners of her eyes as she snarled, “I’m not cashing your checks.” 
I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure out how to get your own wine and dinner after tonight.”
“I think I can manage,” she fired back. 
“Suit yourself.” I pushed off the couch and meandered to the kitchen. 
I went to the fridge and leaned in, searching for anything I could snack on. With the exception of at least a dozen Tupperware containers, she didn’t have much in the way of a quick bite. 
Snagging a handful of grapes from the drawer, I made a mental note to send Seth to the grocery store after he’d delivered dinner. 
Popping the grapes in my mouth one by one, I felt her watching me in what could only be defined as silent awe. I decided my best move would be to ignore it. “You know, I should have invented Tupperware. You alone could keep me in business,” I told her, retrieving a beer and then shutting the door.
She scoffed then muttered, “At least then I would have benefitted from you abandoning our marriage.”
Lava fresh off the volcanoes in Hell boiled in my veins.
I cocked my head to the side and questioned, “I’m sorry. Come again?” 
“You should go,” she snapped.
Think a-fucking-gain.
“Nah, I’m good. Got any movies?” 
I tipped the bottle to my lips, doing my best to calm the storm brewing within me, all while still fighting the desire to take her to the floor, plant myself between her legs, and remind her how that fucking attitude affected me. 
Clearly, she had forgotten. 
My cock had not.
“Roman, it’s been a crazy day. Please don’t do this tonight.” 
“Do what?” I asked, leaning back against the huge, granite island.
She threw her hands out to the sides in frustration. “What you always do.”
“What do I always do, Lissy?”
“This!” she yelled.
I frowned and took another pull from my beer. “Haven’t been in our kitchen, drinking beer, in a long time. I hardly think it’s fair to say I always do it.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from her head. “My kitchen, Roman. This is my kitchen. Not ours. And you know good and damn well that is not what I’m talking about.”
My lips twitched as I pointed the neck of my bottle at her. “No. What I know good and damn well is that I have no idea what the fuck you are talking about. Or why you’re slinging unnecessary and, might I add, undeserved attitude at me like a short-order cook at the bitch house.”
“He did not say that to me,” she whispered to herself. 
When I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug, she swung a pointed finger toward the door and yelled, “Get out!” 
I grinned, crossing my legs at the ankle. “You always were cranky when you were hungry.” 
And that was the exact moment her head exploded. 

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Pre-order Transfer (Part Two) 
Releasing September 27th
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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.

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