Tuesday, September 13, 2016

Retrieval (The Retrieval Duet #1) by Aly Martinez: Release Blitz Review & Excerpt


Blurb:


One story. Two couples.

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 by Michelle:

Elated, enthralled, relieved, astonished, overwhelmed, and anxious. These are just a few of the emotions bombarding me as I finish Retrieval. Now I sit here rehashing it all with a silly grin as I relive the thrilling and turbulent ride this book has taken me on and lament over how I can possibly start another book with my head still spinning and my thoughts running rampant as to what will happen next and how I can possibly get through the coming weeks not knowing.

I've said it before and I'll say it again, and each time I could not mean it more, Aly Martinez just keeps getting better and better! This is one author that no matter how awed you are by the last book, she continues to outdo herself time and again. With each new story I fall so in love and think to myself, this is it, this is the pinnacle, it can't possibly get any better than this and yet I am stunned all over again. Retrieval is amazing. Aly Martinez is amazing. If there was ever a question as to why I am such a crazy fangirl willing to drop everything the moment I can get my hands on a new Aly Martinez story, Retrieval is the perfect example why.

Let's start with the prologue, the first in a long line of things that completely stunned me. Aly Martinez is the Queen of thoroughly captivating and powerfully emotional prologues and this one is no different. I was stunned not only by the onslaught of emotion, but also with myself. Did I really tear up during a prologue? Am I really that fragile? Not even ten pages into this book, reading about characters who are still virtual strangers to me and Retrieval is already so gripping, so raw and intensely evocative, that I couldn't stop my eyes from welling up? Yep, it's true!

So I went into this story completely unsuspecting. Being the author stalker that I am, I, of course, knew the inspiration for the story and I had an idea of what it would be about, but I never actually read an Aly Martinez blurb because frankly, I just don't have to. Honestly, who cares what the blurb says the book is about when I know I'm going to adore it anyway? And truthfully, when I went back and read the blurb after, I still didn't see this one coming! Needless to say, I had no idea where this story would lead and was actually expecting something very different. But then that moment comes when the completely unthinkable is revealed, that thing that bowled me over, made me gasp out loud, and sent chills down my spine, and it all made perfect sense, yet I hadn't even thought to put two and two together.

Heart wrenchingly emotional from the start, we follow a relationship in so much turmoil there seems to be no choice but to put an end to it and break both hearts that are still totally and completely in love with each other and longing for the strength and companionship of one another. Then that shocking twist comes along and bashes you over the head and takes the excitement, the drama, and the feels to a whole new level. On one hand you have a heartbreaking yet thrilling, fast paced story that will get your pulse racing, and on the other, you have an alpha second chance romance that will get your blood pumping in a whole different kind of way, if you catch my drift. Together, you have a cleverly masterminded and brilliantly pieced together work of art that melds the two worlds and keeps you utterly intoxicated and begging for the next installment.

I read this book in as close to one sitting as a mother of four young children can and when I did have to step away, for mere minutes at a time, I found my mind wandering back to Lis, to Clare, to the story, and quite often to Roman. Angsty, emotional, suspenseful, intense, and completely unexpected, Retrieval is everything you love about Aly Martinez and then some!

*complimentary copy provided by author in exchange for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

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 Chicago, 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. 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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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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