Blog Tour (Book Review, Excerpt & Giveaway): Fighting Shadows by Aly Martinez



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**Each book in the series can be read as a standalone**


Title: Fighting Shadows (On the Ropes #2)
Author: Aly Martinez
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Sports

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.

Grace Review

Flint.  Flint.  Flint.

I fell in love with all three of the Page boys in Fighting Silence.  I just want to hug them all and bake them a pie.  What?  You thought I loved them the other way?  Ok, maybe Till, but Flint and Quarry?  Despite their sizes and now being older, I still see them as kids.  Anyway, while I had immediate sympathies for what Flint had to endure following his moment of stupid heroism, it took a looooonnng time to warm up to him in this book.

Flint carries with him a lot of anger, self-pity, and jealousy.  The last emotion being the biggest surprise.  While I had a sense for it in book 1, it became all too clear in his hospital room what his feelings were for Eliza, Till’s wife.  At first it seemed funny, and then it just wasn’t.  It became quite sad.  His love for her supposedly ran so deep that he became to hate his brother, who had stepped up in the role as his father figure, since his true parents were deadbeats.

Even though Flint knew he was being ridiculous, he just couldn’t see past the jealously and deep seated love for Eliza.  So he leaves, without looking back, for six months.  A surprise visit from Slate, the owner of On the Ropes, where the boys trained/worked, snaps him out of his self-imposed solitude, as Quarry has become a meal ticket for their shitty ass Mom and her new husband.


This is where we meet Ash.  She brings light and humor to this sad and admittedly depressing beginning of the story.  While I had some immediate issues with Flint, Ash on the other hand, was a breadth of fresh air.  She’s one of the best heroine’s I’ve read in a while.  She’s seriously goofy, but she’s that kind of girl, you’d roll your eyes and laugh at, but always want you around.  Because they just plain make you happy.

“Also, I would like to formerly retract my earlier statement.  You can keep the beard.”  
His dim eyes perked the slightest bit and a tingle traveled over my skin.  
There he was.  
“How generous of you.”
“It really gives you a certain worldly, terrorist feel.”

And she does was she does best, to sort out Flint’s shit.

“I totally understand that you’re allergic to fun.  But you could always pop an antihistamine or something.”

I loved how she would approach Flint’s crankiness and always hid her sadness behind a smile.  She’s a girl who could take an insult and brush it off like it was nothing.  Until Flint took it too far.

My heart broke for Ash.  The poor girl who craved loved was kicked down repeatedly with Flint’s verbal spewing of hate.  Honestly, I wanted to punch him and tell to stop being such a self-centered dickhead.  Sure, he took a bullet, and lost a lot, but I absolutely hated how he treated those who loved him unconditionally, especially Ash.  She didn’t care about his physical state.  He was her hero.  The first one that did anything for her, and then he threw it away.

This is one of those stories where I was torn about how I wanted things to work out.  I’ll be honest, I wouldn’t have minded if Ash moved on.  She certainly deserved to be treated better.  Despite how harshly Ash judged her, she does right be him and his family, and hands out her own form of heartbreak.  The ultimate wake-up call for Flint.

“Don’t punish the man for the thoughts of a boy.”

Some distance and tough love finally moves Flint towards his long overdue recovery.  It was almost a little bit too late . . . almost.  But I finally warmed up to Flint and his persistence to make up for his wrongs.  Despite have a shitty upbringing, the Page family established a strong group of friends to help them and the support they show one another is heart-warming.

Ultimately, the love that was always there, just buried under the wall of guilt and anger, gets a chance to shine.  Flint proves to Ash that his heart was always with her.  I missed some of the old goofy Ash, that was lost over the years, but it was sweet to see that she didn’t have to fake smiles anymore.

One parting thought on this story and some ranting to the author.  I’m not sure if this author is a sadist, but really now.  Hasn’t this family been through enough?!  COME ON, cut them some slack.

I wanted to cry and then hug these boys captured in the words on my kindle.  Because there is one more brother, Quarry, and one more story.  Based on the ending to this book and the title of the next one, Fighting Solitude, I’m thinking tissues might be required.   So mad!  Grrrr. . . . yes, I need that book now!  Please and thank you.

– Grace

*An ARC was received for an honest review.



“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.

  1. 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.



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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