Excerpt
Her eyes grew wide. “They scheduled
a rematch?” she breathed.
I’d spent the night lusting over her
as she’d pranced around the ballroom. Thoughts of taking her on every
horizontal surface had filled my mind for the majority of the evening. But
right then, as she stared up at me with a mixture of surprise and elation, all
because I was going to get something I truly wanted in life, a warmth I hadn’t
felt in years washed over me.
Her eyes flashed between mine as she
silently held my gaze. Pride and affirmation filled my chest from her unspoken
praise.
God.
This woman.
She was so fucking beautiful.
Guiding her injured hand to my
chest, I fought the urge to kiss her.
She was close. It wouldn’t have
taken much.
I could have gripped her neck and
tilted her head back. Leaning down, I could have brushed my lips against hers.
She would have gasped, unsure of what to make of it. But, even in her
confusion, her nipples would have swelled. Her breathing would have sped in
what she would claim was nerves, but we’d both know that it was pure and erotic
desire. Her feet would shuffle forward until those round breasts were
compressed against my abs. Her hands would immediately snake around my waist
for balance just before her eyes fluttered shut in invitation.
I wouldn’t kiss her yet. No. I’d
simply watch her face soften and her lips part in anticipation. Sliding my free
hand up her side, I’d whisper my breath across her mouth, denying us both the
contact we so desperately needed. Goose bumps would pebble her otherwise smooth
skin as I made my way up to cup her jaw. Then I’d graze my thumb over her plump
bottom lip until her tongue peeked out to dampen it. With a deep breath, I’d
fill my lungs with the intoxicating mixture of champagne and Liv James—holding
it impossibly long for no other reason than it had once been hers. I’d continue to ghost my lips over
hers, torturing us both, until her eyes finally opened, dark with need. She
would whisper my name as a question, and then and only then, when I was
positive she was drenched, primed, and ablaze, would I crush my mouth over hers
for the first time.
Deep.
Languid.
Hard.
Reverent.
Liv.
“Oh my God!” she yelled, snapping me
back to reality. Throwing her arms around my neck, she pulled me in for a tight
celebratory hug.
Meanwhile, the warmth in my chest
disappeared as I mourned the loss of a moment that had never truly been mine to
claim.
I had to get over this bullshit with
her.
Or...figure out a way to get her on
the same page as me.
Both seemed equally as impossible.
Fighting
Solitude is Book Three in the On The Ropes Series by Aly Martinez and is
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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.
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About the Author
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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