ONE STORY. TWO COUPLES.

The Retrieval Duet by Aly Martinez is a two part series releasing September 2016.

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!

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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.

 

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Review

“One story. Two couples.”

Just… wow. 5 captivating stars

OMG, I don’t even know where to begin with this book! I love Aly Martinez’s writing and she just keeps getting better! This time she has delivered a deliciously intense second-chance-romance, while at the same time weaving in a secondary story that ties in perfectly with the first, creating a complex but mesmerising read and setting up the second book in the series perfectly – with two couples’ stories tied together in a way that is unique and absolutely captivating. Intense, emotional, romantic, sexy, dramatic, heartbreaking and suspenseful, I felt everything, and I absolutely adored it!

Roman and Elisabeth fell in love on their first date, he proposed that very night, she accepted, and they were married the following day. Their romance was a whirlwind but they were soulmates and were blissfully happy together – until the struggle to conceive and the heartbreaking loss of their son tore them apart. Two years later and neither of them have moved on, but they are about to be thrown back together in a way that neither of them saw coming – and it’s a chance that Roman fully intends to use.

It had been a God’s-honest miracle I’d been able to breathe a single breath in the two years I’d lived without her.
… those days were done.

OMG, the romance in this book had my heart pounding! It’s intense and super swoony, but the battle of wills between these two stubborn characters is fantastic, with epic banter and sizzling sexual tension. We are shown brief glimpses of their past together, and the connection between them is evident from the very beginning, and the anticipation waiting for them to find their way back to each other builds wonderfully. Their reunion is passionate and intense, led by one determined alpha, and I revelled in every moment of it!

“I will fix us, Elisabeth,” he vowed. “Mark my words. I will not spend my life without you.”

While this is happening, we also get the story of Clare. Her life is a living hell but her strength and resilience absolutely shine, and I thought the way her story was woven into the book was really cleverly done. Her story is a powerful one, and will be the focus of the next book and I cannot wait for that!

This book is full of twists and turns, and though I predicted some parts of it, I’m still desperate to see how it’s all going to play out. It’s one of those books that captivates you from the first moment and has you frantic to flick pages to see what is going to happen, but at the same time you want to take it slow so that you can appreciate the story, the writing, and the feels that this book evokes. It’s reading bliss, and I loved it! It sucked me in from the very beginning and didn’t let me go. It still hasn’t, and I am desperate to get my hands on book 2, Transfer, to see where the story is going to go from here.

Absolutely amazing, I loved it. 5 stars.

An Advanced Review Copy was generously provided by the author in exchange for an honest review.

 

 

The Retrieval Duet

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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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About the Author

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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