TITLE: Fighting Silence
AUTHOR: Aly Martinez
RELEASE DATE: February 23rd, 2015
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.
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RELEASE DATE: February 23rd, 2015
Fighting
Silence
*WARNING: Sexy
Excerpt*
“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.”
“No.”
“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.
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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