Fighting Solitude di Aly Martinez. Release Blitz

Buongiorno, mie care!!

In occasione dell'uscita di "Fighting Solitude", terzo capitolo della serie #On the Ropes di Aly Martinez, vi propongo un estratto tratto dal romanzo. Vi ricordo che i primi due libri sono “Fighting Silence” (leggi qui) e “Fighting Shadows” (leggi qui). Ciascun libro di questa serie può essere letto come standalone. Incrocio le dita sperando che qualche casa editrice italiana si decida a portare in Italia i romanzi di questa bravissima autrice. Ps. Vi anticipo che nei prossimi giorni partirà un magnifico giveaway di un romanzo di un'autrice italiana.

Trama | Sono nato combattente. Dopo essere stato abbandonato dai miei genitori, mi sono fatto strada da solo, guidato dai miei pugni in un cammino lastricato di dolore. Intoccabile sul ring, ho distrutto tutti coloro che mi hanno affrontato, ma è lì che le mie vittorie sono finite. Fuori dal ring, ho ripetutamente deluso le poche persone che mi amavano. Compresa la mia migliore amica, Liv James, la persona per cui sacrificherei la vita  per proteggere. Anche se io non la meritavo, Liv non ha mai smesso di credere in me. Non ha mai mollato. Non mi ha mai lasciato perdere. Dopo tutto, ha capito quello che avevo perso, perché anche lei aveva perso troppo. Liv era tutto per me, ma non era mai stata veramente mia. Quello sarebbe cambiato. Ho perso il mio primo amore, ma mi sono rifiutato di perdere la mia anima gemella. Ora, sono messo alle strette dalla battaglia più dura della mia vita. Combattere per essere l'uomo che lei si merita. Combattere la solitudine del nostro passato. 
Combattere per lei.

 Estratto

da Fighting Solitude

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.

“No, Liv. We’re getting a rematch.”

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.

✽✽ Qui trovate il romanzo al prezzo di lancio ✽✽