Blog Tour Review & Giveaway: Fighting Shadows by Aly Martinez

I have yet to read an Aly Martinez book that I don’t absolutely fall in love with, but FIGHTING SHADOWS was a book I was dying to read.  I wanted to know what happened to Flint after everything that happened in FIGHTING SILENCE.  Would he find his HEA.  Well, we get a side to Flint I wasn’t expecting, but his story was so worth it.

If you haven’t read FIGHTING SILENCE, Flint was shot in the back leaving him paralyzed.  And as FIGHTING SHADOWS open, we’re introduced to a sullen, broody Flynn.  Of course, who wouldn’t be after all that he’d been through.  But I wasn’t expecting a guy who would basically abandon his family in his attempt to gain control over his life.  For some odd reason, Flint needed to go back to some semblance of the life he and his brothers lived in order to find some semblance of life.  The other was the smart mouth daughter of his mother’s husband, who shook Flint up and showed him he was more than his injury.

I really liked Ash.  She somehow managed to make the most out of the crappy life she was forced to live.  She always had a smile.  She was instantly drawn to Flint.  Not because of his injury or his glowing personality.  She managed to see beneath his bluster and wheelchair to the guy he used to be.  And she wanted to do whatever she could to help him find that guy again.  She was pretty amazing for a seventeen year old girl, but as she grew up she become even more amazing.  She made something of herself, despite herself.  And it wasn’t very hard to understand why Flynn would do whatever he needed to do to make sure she was in his life.

I truly did like Flint and Ash together, but there were plenty of times when I had to wonder why Ash would waste time on a guy who didn’t treat her very well.  And later, why she would even contemplate being with someone who talked to her the way he did as he professed his feelings for her.  But I understood that Ash really did see something in Flint that wasn’t immediately apparent to others.  Even when he spoke harshly to her, deep down she knew he spoke like that out of fear, mostly the fear of losing her.

Aly Martinez knocked this one out of the gym.  She managed to take a character I loved, make me question everything about him, only to fall for him again when he finally got his act together.  This was another great entry into the “On the Ropes” series.  If you haven’t pick this series up, it’s a must read.

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I dropped to my hands and knees, following the noise. “Got it!” I shouted, stretching my arm under the bed and barely catching the alarm clock with the tips of my fingers.

I quickly turned it off, and he had apparently found the second alarm, because the room fell blessedly silent. Well, that was until I heard Flint breathe, “Fuck,” from behind me.

It was then that I remembered I was naked and kneeling with my chest to the carpeted floor and my ass sticking straight up in the air. I glanced over my shoulder to find him standing, staring down at me, his already large cock thickening between his legs—a sight that had me returning his curse.

“Don’t move,” he commanded when I started to sit up.

As Flint’s heated eyes leveled me, there was a part of me that felt as though I should have covered up. But I didn’t feel insecure at all. Under his gaze, I felt more secure and wanted than I had in my entire life, and for that alone, I pressed my ass even higher into the air.

“I lied. Get on the bed, but right back in that position.”

First, I had other plans. I sat up but didn’t push to my feet. Instead, I spun on my knees and slowly crawled over to him.

“Don’t do that,” he warned, but his eyes said otherwise.

“I have a few apologies to make.” I licked my lips.

“On the bed, Ash.”

“No,” I responded.

He arched an admonishing eyebrow, which I ignored.

“You did a lot of things to me last night—things I loved. But there was something I wanted to do.” I wrapped my hand around his hard-on, steadily gliding to the tip and back again. “I’m going to suggest you sit down.”

And for once, Flint didn’t have a retort. He backed up to the edge of the bed and dropped his crutches to the floor. I smiled in victory as I followed him forward, running my hands up his thighs until I reached the base of his cock. Then I lowered my head to kiss the tip.

“Wait,” he urged.

But I was done taking his orders. I slid his length as deep as possible into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hissed.

“Wait,” he repeated as I glided back up his shaft. He pulled me upright before bending forward to kiss my shoulder. Using my chin to tip my head, he forced my eyes to his. “I said wait.” He chastely kissed my mouth and teased his hands down my sides to rest on my hips.

Then the ground below my knees disappeared and the entire world turned upside down.

Literally.

A loud laugh escaped my throat as Flint flipped me onto the bed to join him. He juggled me like a rag doll until he until he found a position that suited him—kneeling over his face.

I stopped laughing immediately when his mouth sealed over my clit.

Then I cried out as his long finger found my opening. His other hand darted between us and lifted his cock toward my mouth.

With a swirl of his tongue, he dropped his head to the bed long enough to say, “Now, apologize all you like while I have breakfast.”

I gasped as his fingers began a rhythm inside me that left me unable to focus on anything else.

“Are you sore?”

“A little.” I managed to pull myself together long enough to find his cock again. But I instantly regretted my answer when he removed his finger.

“Then you come on my mouth, but you better get busy.” He swatted my ass deliciously hard before using each cheek to pull me down to hover only a centimeter from his mouth. “Because I’m coming in yours too.” He pulled me down until I completely covered his face, licking and sucking in a deep and greedy way I should have been embarrassed by.

But embarrassment would have required thoughts, and right then, every single brain cell I possessed had abandoned me in the hunt for climax.

I came on his mouth, all right. Then, when I finally got my act together, he came in mine as well. And Flint being Flint, well, he was such an overachiever that he insisted on showing me exactly how much he accepted my sexual apologies. So, before I fell asleep on his chest, I came one last time with his hand between my legs.

I decided I could live with two alarm clocks if that was the wake-up call they provided.

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