Friday, September 16, 2016

REVIEW: Retrieval by Aly Martinez


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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):


Shel: I absolutely loved this book!! It was heartbreaking, funny, heartwarming, and kept me on my toes from the beginning to the end. How is it that this is the first Aly Martinez book I've read? Duuude, I should've jumped on her bandwagon a long time ago. If you're in the same situation, BUY THIS BOOK. You will not be able to put it down and then you'll want to read all of her other books. Court: BUY THIS BOOK! Because holy calzone. I haven't been this jazzed up about a book in a long time. In fact, I'm mostly in a funk about everything lately because sometimes adulting is hard, and these adults I think also agree that adulting is hard and I just loved every stinking minute of their story. I related to it on so many levels, and there was just so much excitement. I thought I had some of Aly's work (and I was right, I had bought Fighting Silence a while ago, and regret not having been able to read it yet!) 

Shel: Why this book? Why now? Court: I don't even care, I just know I'm glad you said "read this immediately" and I did, and I am just wowed over by this story because the writing is phenomenal. 

Shel: For me it was the mysterious synopsis--I had so many questions and was intrigued. I'd seen Martinez's name a lot on many blogs and the feedback about her books was always great so I jumped in with both feet and I'm so glad I did. The characters are easy to love--they have emotional stories and I mean that in every meaning of the word. And one of the couples has the best banter and their history is so swoony; you find yourself laughing and sighing and rooting for them the entire time. Even the secondary characters are engaging and just add so much to the already great read. Court: Yes. Isn't it a beautiful thing when a story has amazing main characters AND secondary characters to get to know and root for. The plot is full and divine, and the way it was written with a little sugar and spice and a few tid bits from the past...I just could not get enough of it. I can't even tell you why. We're just over here with the vaguest thing going on, and I still can't even care. You can message me later when you love it too, but you have to read it first! 

Shel: Then you have this plot/subplot thing going on and it's intense and had me glued to my Kindle to see what was going to happen next. These two couples and their stories...gah! By the time I got to the end, I was scrambling for the next book as I'm sure all readers are doing. Court: Thank the Lord in Heaven that it comes out soon, because we're dying to get the next part of the duet. It is so very intrigueing and thought out, and just how did she make this so so so good! I am having major author envy and author love, and can I mention again how fast I read this story but was also trying to savor every minute because I didn't want it to ever end. The best ones do end so very quickly. Sigh. 

Shel: I can already tell I'm going to hate to finish this duet when it's over because I like the characters so much. I'm smiling just thinking about them all--and hoping that everything ends as it should in Transfer. Court: And can I just say that Kristen is also a very interesting character. I want more about her, and I feel like it is safe to say that. Haha. Nothing else, however is safe, and I think you should pick this up STAT so you can help me take care of these palpitations I have been having the entire way.


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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“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
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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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