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):
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2aMnW74
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2aW07Yb
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.
✯✯5 Emotional Stars!!!✯✯
Oh Aly I see you still love making me cry. I don't know what I did to you to deserve this. Not that I'm complaining too much being you're in my top favorite authors! Retrieval is the next one of Aly's books on my favorite read books. If I were you I wouldn't read any reviews. You'll ruin it for yourself.
This is the story or Roman and Elisabeth Leblanc. He proposed on their first date and it wasn't until the next day that she actually said yes. That's how these two were. They fell fast and hard for each other. Everything was perfect for them until they wanted to start a family. When doing it the old fashioned way wasn't possible, they had to go for IVF treatments. Trying to come up with the money for it wasn't the hard part. It was the multiple losses they had. Then, when they do finally have their son, he passes away shorty after birth. Both Roman and Elisabeth weren't the same after.
They dealt with it differently and separately. Which it caused for them to end up divorcing. Two years later and they're both still nowhere near healed and moved on. Roman had got his business up and running and making millions. He's still trying to make it up to Lissy for not being able to give her a family. But, she doesn't want his money. All she's ever wanted was him. She wanted Roman to be there, to talk to her and not throw himself into that business. They both still love each other as they did on their first date. After being divorced for two years now a whole new situation has come up. When they got called into the police station that morning their entire world crumbled more then they thought could ever happen.
There is also 2 other POV's in this story. Clare and Walter Noir. Clare is a prisoner in her own home. Her husband the one of the most evil, sadistic, cruel and abusive man around. His back pockets are filled with the right people where he's invincible. Clare is not allowed outside her house unless it's to the gym. Where she's allowed out a certain timeframe and nothing more. Or else. The only good thing in her life is her daughter. Tessa. Everyday she prays Walter won't touch Tessa and keep the abuse on her. She does everything possible to keep him away from Tessa. Clare would do 2 things to keep Tessa safe. Give her up or give her last breathe.
This book was absolutely heartbreaking and beautiful at the same time. I loved how Aly went from present time to flashbacks of Roman and Elisabeth's journey. It was written beautifully. Let me see just how beautifully and heartbreaking their life together was. More of Clare's story is next as well as Roman and Elisabeth. After that ending I'm dying to get my hands on Transfer. It just can't come fast enough.
“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.
“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.