#ReleaseBlitz!!!! Retrieval By Aly Martinez

 

ONE STORY. TWO COUPLES.
The Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez is a two part series.
 RETRIEVAL is NOW
LIVE  and will bring readers the first
part of this emotional second chance romance.
TRANSFER (Part Two) will release on September 27th!
NOW AVAILABLE on the
following retailers:
Retrieval (Part One):
Blurb
I proposed on our first date.
She laughed and told me I was insane. Less than a day later,
she said yes.
It was a whirlwind, but we were happy…
Until we got greedy and wanted a family.
It was a life I couldn’t give her, not for lack of trying.
Fertility just wasn’t on our side. We sought out doctors and treatments. Spent
money we didn’t have. Lied to our families. Smiled for our friends. Put on a
brave face for a world that didn’t understand.
Finally, we were successful…
Until we were forced to bury our
son.
We were left broken, battered, and destroyed.
They say love is in the details, but it was the details that
ruined us.
This is the story of how I took back what had always been
mine.
The retrieval of my wife and our family.


This was my first read of Aly Martinez and OMG I was totally blown away!!!
Right from the first page I was hooked by Elisabeth and Roman’s story, it is an emotional story that touches on real life problems and the emotions that this couple go through. It is very gripping and suspenseful that you won’t want to put it down, you will want to read until the very end!!! The author asked for a spoiler free review and I don’t want to give it away only that Clare’s story is book #2, and believe me you will definitely want to read Retrieval before Transfer
EXCERPT
“Where’d you get beer?” Elisabeth asked as she scrambled
from the couch.
“Seth,” I replied, hanging my head and rubbing my eyes.
Jesus, I’d wanted to kiss her. She was being a bitch,
spouting shit she didn’t mean just because she was too scared to let me in.
But, even through it, those plump lips were calling to me.
I’d never been able to resist that woman. Despite that we’d
fallen apart, it hadn’t changed. The hum for her was still in my veins. It never
went away, but for two years, it had been dormant. I’d packed it down so
tightly that I’d hoped it had died. But, with one look, my body began thrumming
like a live wire.
“Seth?” she asked as she bent over to straighten her tight,
black pencil skirt.
It was a rare occasion to catch Elisabeth in something other
than a perfectly pressed skirt and a pair of heels. But she’d been sleeping all
day. It was wrinkled all to hell and back. The only thing her efforts succeeded
in was drawing my attention down to her legs.
Legs that had spent many nights wrapped around my hips as
she came while crying my name.
Shit. I should go.
But, after the way she’d latched on to me that morning, I
wasn’t going anywhere.
“My assistant,” I answered. “I had him pick you up a bottle
of wine, too.”
She blinked. “You have an assistant? Who delivers you beer?
And your ex-wife wine?”
“No, I have an assistant who does whatever the fuck I need
him to do. And, luckily for us, beer and wine happen to fall into the
whatever-the-fuck-I-need-him-to-do category tonight.” She fought back a smile
as I finished, “So do gyros.”
“Damn. I need to get one of those,” she mumbled to herself.
I smirked. “Cash my checks and you could afford one.”
It was a dick move, bringing up the money right then. But,
despite her expert hand in decorating, that little starter house we’d bought
with rose-colored glasses now needed a shit-ton of work.
Her back shot ramrod straight, fury crinkling the corners of
her eyes as she snarled, “I’m not
cashing your checks.”
I shrugged. “Guess you’ll have to figure out how to get your
own wine and dinner after tonight.”
“I think I can manage,” she fired back.
“Suit yourself.” I pushed off the couch and meandered to the
kitchen.
I went to the fridge and leaned in, searching for anything I
could snack on. With the exception of at least a dozen Tupperware containers,
she didn’t have much in the way of a quick bite.
Snagging a handful of grapes from the drawer, I made a mental
note to send Seth to the grocery store after he’d delivered dinner.
Popping the grapes in my mouth one by one, I felt her
watching me in what could only be defined as silent awe. I decided my best move
would be to ignore it. “You know, I should have invented Tupperware. You alone
could keep me in business,” I told her, retrieving a beer and then shutting the
door.
She scoffed then muttered, “At least then I would have
benefitted from you abandoning our marriage.”
Lava fresh off the volcanoes in Hell boiled in my veins.
I cocked my head to the side and questioned, “I’m sorry.
Come again?”
“You should go,” she snapped.
Think a-fucking-gain.
“Nah, I’m good. Got any movies?”
I tipped the bottle to my lips, doing my best to calm the
storm brewing within me, all while still fighting the desire to take her to the
floor, plant myself between her legs, and remind her how that fucking attitude
affected me.
Clearly, she had forgotten.
My cock had not.
“Roman, it’s been a crazy day. Please don’t do this tonight.”
“Do what?” I asked, leaning back against the huge, granite
island.
She threw her hands out to the sides in frustration. “What
you always do.”
“What do I always do, Lissy?”
“This!” she yelled.
I frowned and took another pull from my beer. “Haven’t been
in our kitchen, drinking beer, in a long time. I hardly think it’s fair to say
I always do it.”
Her eyes nearly bulged from her head. “My kitchen, Roman. This is my
kitchen. Not ours. And you know good and damn well that is not what I’m talking about.”
My lips twitched as I pointed the neck of my bottle at her.
“No. What I know good and damn well is that I have no idea what the fuck you
are talking about. Or why you’re slinging unnecessary and, might I add,
undeserved attitude at me like a short-order cook at the bitch house.”
“He did not say that to me,” she whispered to herself.
When I lifted a shoulder in a half shrug, she swung a
pointed finger toward the door and yelled, “Get out!”
I grinned, crossing my legs at the ankle. “You always were
cranky when you were hungry.”
And that was the exact moment her head exploded.

 

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Releasing September 27th
Meet 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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