Sound is an abstract concept for most people. We spend our lives blocking out the static in order to focus on what we believe is important. But what if, when the clarity fades into silence, it's the obscure background noise that you would give anything to hold on to?

I've always been a fighter. With parents who barely managed to stay out of jail and two little brothers who narrowly avoided foster care, I became skilled at dodging the punches life threw at me. Growing up, I didn’t have anything I could call my own, but from the moment I met Eliza Reynolds, she was always mine.  I became utterly addicted to her and the escape from reality we provided each other. Throughout the years, she had boyfriends and I had girlfriends, but there wasn't a single night that I didn’t hear her voice.

You see, meeting the love of my life at age thirteen was never part of my plan. However, neither was gradually going deaf at the age of twenty-one.

They both happened anyway.

Now, I'm on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.

Fighting for my career.

Fighting the impending silence.

Fighting for her.

Every night, just before falling asleep, she sighs as a final conscious breath leaves her.

I think that's the sound I'll miss the most.
Fighting Silence

My Review

I am a HUGE Aly Martinez fan. I have loved everything she has put out so far, so I knew Fighting Silence would be no different. What I didn’t know was, how much I would love this book. How deep it would touch my soul. Aly can WRITE people. She gives me a little of everything I need. She’s funny.. Like, reaalllllly funny. In a real way though. The kind where you highlight the one liners because you need to use them on someone one day. She always has an amazing storyline. every.single.time. All of her books are SEXY, the perfect kind. Not too much, not too little. But Fighting silence has something that none of her other books have given me. She took an everyday, low income lifestyle- and made me live it. More than live it- she made me WANT it if it meant being with Till Page. See, Till Page isn’t just any book boyfriend. He’s the kind that sets the bar for all others. It’s rare that a book boyfriend makes me “feel” anything but hot;) and Till touches your heart.
Eliza Reynolds met Till Page when she was 13 years old. Both in terrible situations, they bonded in a secret abandoned apartment to escape their reality. Basically raising his two younger brothers, Flint and Quentin, Till had a lot on his shoulders. Finally stumbling into a gym, he starts an after school program allowing him to train and work off the membership. Slate Andrews, the owner of the gym, sees something in Till. He knows he has what it takes to make it big. Till knows this is his ticket out of his horrible situation, so he puts everything he has into that gym.
Years pass, things change and it’s time for Eliza and Till to start their adult lives. The only problem is Till can’t let go of their past. He can’t move forward with Eliza because he’s so afraid of turning out like his parents. Knowing the best thing he can do for Eliza is let her go- he constantly pushes her away. Eliza won’t give up on him. She has loved him since she was 13 and she’s not going to stop.
But Till has a secret. One that changes everything. One that breaks your heart. One that could break them. End him. Ruin it all.
This book.. I can’t stress enough- READ IT. It’s not anything like you have ever read. If Will Cooper and Archer Hale had a love child- his name would be Till Page. He fought his way into my heart and I am never letting him go. Part of me didn’t want to tell anyone to read him, just so I could keep him to my greedy self.
TEN HUGE STARS FOR FIGHTING SILENCE. Any less would be a disgrace. “I was okay. She was okay. We were okay. Nothing else matters.”



Excerpt from Fighting Silence

“Hi.” I stood up off the bed as he started climbing through the window.

His eyes went wide when he saw me, causing him to momentarily lose his balance on the windowsill and go crashing to the floor. “God. Damn,” he cursed as he rose to his feet while taking in my new wardrobe. “You… I…um…” His hand went to his lip.

He was rooted in place only a few steps away, but his eyes traveled over every inch of my body and back again.

Till was speechless. I had never felt so empowered in my life.

“Are you okay?” I feigned concern as I slowly approached.

“Not even close,” he told my breasts, making me giggle.

After sliding a hand under the edge of his T-shirt, I raked a fingernail over each of his abs before dipping it into the waistband of his jeans.

“I’m sore today,” I announced, closing the distance between us. My breasts were pressed against him, but he still hadn’t even attempted to touch me yet. I had plans to remedy that. I smirked then stood up on my tiptoes, kissing the base of his neck. “Make me sore for tomorrow too.” At the last second, I darted my tongue out to the hollow dip at the base of his neck. It was meant to tease him, but as the taste of his skin hit my tongue, I was flooded with memories of taking more of him in my mouth. The moan escaped before I’d even felt it coming.

A loud rumble shook his chest, but that was the only warning I received. Suddenly, I was off my feet and sailing through the air. Just as I landed on the bed, Till crashed on top of me. His mouth roughly landed on mine.

“Tell me we can’t do this again,” he demanded as his hands found my breasts.

“We’re definitely doing this again.” I arched into him.

“It’s gonna get so messy, Eliza. Please.” He groaned as I reached into the front of his jeans.

“I’m okay with messy,” I breathed, guiding his hand from my breast and into my panties.

“Fuuuuuck” he cursed when he discovered just how thorough I’d been with the razor earlier. His finger pressed inside me as his body traveled down the bed and settled between my legs, stripping my panties off during his descent.

He added another finger in a less than gentle but overwhelmingly intoxicating, rhythm.

“Tell me to stop, Eliza. We can’t do this again.” He grazed his teeth on the inside of my thigh.

“We’re already doing it.”

“Tell me to stop.”


“It’s going to ruin us.”

“If you don’t stop talking, you’re going to ruin this.”

“I’m serious.” He kissed the inside of my other thigh, his fingers never faltering in their steady pace.

“So am I. Stop trying to talk yourself out of this while your fingers are buried inside me.” I threaded a hand into his hair and gave it a gentle tug.

“Goddammit. Tell me to stop!” he demanded one last time, but his fingers sped before twisting in the most delicious way.

I decided to give him what he wanted, but only because I knew he wouldn’t follow through.

“Stop.” I rolled my hips forcing him even deeper.

“Well, it’s too fucking late now.”

I would have laughed, but his mouth sealed over my clit and stole my breath, words, thoughts, and orgasm. My body shook as he pushed me higher even while I was falling. It shouldn’t have worked like that, but whatever voodoo magic Till Page was working with that night was all right with me. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue until I used his hair to pry his mouth away.

“Too much!” I cried.

He looked up with a wickedly proud grin. His hand disappeared, and seconds later, his cock replaced it.



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About 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.