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DATE: July 7th
Blurb
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.
Fighting
Shadows Excerpt
Fighting Shadows
Prologue
Ash
“Where the fuck have you
been?” a man’s voice growled as soon as I entered the conference
room.
My eyes flashed to his for
only a single second before I recognized them. The door had barely
clicked behind me but I already wanted nothing more than to bolt. My
heart raced and my mouth dried.
I had to get out of there.
“Um…” I stalled,
giving myself time to formulate a plan.
“Sit. Down,” he
ordered, pushing out the chair next to him, but there was no way I
was getting that close.
“I’m good,” I said,
taking a step backwards toward the door.
“Don’t even think
about it,” he snapped. “I swear to God, if you so much as open
that door…” His words may have trailed off, but the threat was
clearly stated.
I swallowed hard, and
slowly walked to the chair farthest away from him, perching on the
very edge—waiting for just the right moment to escape.
He looked down at the name
badge around my neck and quirked an eyebrow.
“Victoria?”
“You can call me Tori if
it’s easier.” I tried to fake a smile, but it only seemed to
infuriate him. He took several calming breaths, which did nothing to
dampen the blaze brewing in his angry eyes.
“I’ve been looking for
you, Ash.” He snarled my name.
“Oh, yeah? Well, mystery
solved. Here I am.” I pushed back to my feet, but was halted when
his fist pounded against the table. I jumped as my whole body
flinched from the surprise.
When the room fell silent,
I slowly looked back up to find him staring at me with a murderous
glare. Even sitting down I could tell he was huge, and as he held my
gaze, the tense muscles in his neck and shoulders strained against
the cotton of his grey Henley. He blinked at me for several seconds
before finding his voice again.
“You live in a homeless
shelter,” he stated definitively, as if the words told a story all
of their own.
And maybe they did.
“I work at a homeless
shelter,” I quickly corrected.
Only he corrected me just
as fast. “In exchange for a permanent place to live…In. A.
Homeless. Shelter.” He enunciated every single syllable.
I looked away, because it
was the truth.
A truth that I hated.
But the God’s honest
truth nonetheless.
Tears welled in my eyes
and I battled to keep them at bay.
My life was hard, but him
being there made it infinitely harder. If I could just escape that
room, I could disappear again. It wasn’t ideal, but neither was him
showing up.
“I want you to leave.”
I lied with all the false courage I could muster.
“I can’t do that. You
stole something of mine.”
“Look, I don’t have
your book anymore.”
A knowing smirk lifted one
side of his mouth. “Liar,” he whispered, reaching into the chair
beside him, revealing the tattered book and ceremoniously dropping it
on the table.
My eyes went wide, and
without a conscious thought, I dove across the table after it.
That was mine.
Not even he could have it.
Just as quickly as the
book appeared, he snatched it away and grabbed my wrist.
I slid off the table and
tried to pull my arm from his grasp. It was a worthless attempt
though because even if he had suddenly released me, his blue eyes
held me frozen in place.
“Three fucking years,”
he seethed.
“I had to,” I squeaked
out as the tears streamed down my cheeks.
“Three. Fucking. Years,
Ash. You took something that belonged to me.” He released my arm
and pushed to his feet.
My mouth fell open and a
loud gasp escaped as he took two impossible steps forward.
Pinning me against the
wall with his hard body, he lifted a hand to my throat and glided it
up until his thumb stroked over my bottom lip. Using my chin, he
turned my head, and dragged his nose up my neck, stopping at my ear.
Sucking in a deep breath,
he released it on a gravelly demand. “And I want her back.”
My breath hitched.
I’d waited years to hear
those words.
If only I could have
trusted them.
“Flint, please.”
About
the Author:
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.
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