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Series: On the Ropes #2
Genres: Erotica, Fiction, New Adult, Romance
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I come from a family of fighters. I always thought I’d follow in their shadows, becoming unstoppable in the ring. That changed the day I saved the life of a woman I loved, but could never have.
My brother hailed me as a hero, and my reward was a wheelchair.
Paralyzed, my life became an inescapable nightmare.
Until I met her.
Ash Mabie had a heart-stopping smile and a laugh that numbed the rage and resentment brewing inside of me. She showed me that even the darkest night still had stars, and it didn’t matter one bit that you had to lie in the weeds to see them.
I was a jaded asshole who fell for a girl with a knack for running away. I couldn’t even walk but I would have spent a lifetime chasing her.
Now, I’m on the ropes during the toughest battles of my life.
Fighting the shadows of our past.
Fighting to reclaim my future.
Fighting for her.
ARC provided by Author/Publisher for honest review.
I just finished Fighting Shadows and I really enjoyed it. This is apart of the On the Ropes series which is all about the Page brothers. The first book is Fighting Silence which was about Till and he ended up with Eliza. You know that this is Flint’s story and in the end of Fighting Silence you find out he is in love with Eliza and he ended up getting shot to protect her. You don’t know the depth of his feelings until you read Fighting Shadows.
“Only a year earlier, my older brother had suddenly lost his hearing – something that would have easily sent a lesser woman running for the hilss. But not Eliza. She gave him unconditional love, and it stung so fu**ing much to watch her give it to him.”
She is a strong woman and they have only really ever known her as a mother figure so I get Flint’s obsession. They had crappy parents, especially his mother so I knew in my heart that with Flint being 19 years old that he really didn’t know what love was. I mean he did but not to the depth that he really thought. He leaves bitter and angry and paralyzed but needing to get away from them. He shuts them all out until he meets Ash.
“Her typical wide grin replaced, and even though she was still gorgeous, nothing could top that single second where she showed me something truly indescribable. She showed me the real Ash Mabie. And she was beautiful.”
Here is the thing. Ash’s dad is with Flints mom, and they are trying to set up a scam to get Till and them to pay. Ash knows what is going on with living that life but she doesn’t want to be a criminal anymore. She really likes Flint.
“I was absolutely going to pursue Flint Page. I’d made that decision about two-point-one seconds after he dove out of his van in an attempt to protect me. Me. A girl he barely knew, yet a girl he was willing to do anything for just to ensure my safety. He could be broody all he wanted, but I knew deep down an amazing man existed.”
Things happen and she runs. There are reason and I don’t blame her. What I loved most about the story was how much I got caught up into the story. I made me feel and my heart hurt for the vulnerability you witness in both Flint and Ash. Hell, the whole family. I love where Aly is taking this series and she has really made me fall in love with all of them.
Quarry is next. I cant even imagine what will happen but all I can say is that I cannot wait!!
I dropped to my hands and knees, following the noise. “Got it!” I shouted, stretching my arm under the bed and barely catching the alarm clock with the tips of my fingers.
I quickly turned it off, and he had apparently found the second alarm, because the room fell blessedly silent. Well, that was until I heard Flint breathe, “Fuck,” from behind me.
It was then that I remembered I was naked and kneeling with my chest to the carpeted floor and my ass sticking straight up in the air. I glanced over my shoulder to find him standing, staring down at me, his already large cock thickening between his legs—a sight that had me returning his curse.
“Don’t move,” he commanded when I started to sit up.
As Flint’s heated eyes leveled me, there was a part of me that felt as though I should have covered up. But I didn’t feel insecure at all. Under his gaze, I felt more secure and wanted than I had in my entire life, and for that alone, I pressed my ass even higher into the air.
“I lied. Get on the bed, but right back in that position.”
First, I had other plans. I sat up but didn’t push to my feet. Instead, I spun on my knees and slowly crawled over to him.
“Don’t do that,” he warned, but his eyes said otherwise.
“I have a few apologies to make.” I licked my lips.
“On the bed, Ash.”
“No,” I responded.
He arched an admonishing eyebrow, which I ignored.
“You did a lot of things to me last night—things I loved. But there was something I wanted to do.” I wrapped my hand around his hard-on, steadily gliding to the tip and back again. “I’m going to suggest you sit down.”
And for once, Flint didn’t have a retort. He backed up to the edge of the bed and dropped his crutches to the floor. I smiled in victory as I followed him forward, running my hands up his thighs until I reached the base of his cock. Then I lowered my head to kiss the tip.
“Wait,” he urged.
But I was done taking his orders. I slid his length as deep as possible into my mouth. “Fuck,” he hissed.
“Wait,” he repeated as I glided back up his shaft. He pulled me upright before bending forward to kiss my shoulder. Using my chin to tip my head, he forced my eyes to his. “I said wait.” He chastely kissed my mouth and teased his hands down my sides to rest on my hips.
Then the ground below my knees disappeared and the entire world turned upside down.
A loud laugh escaped my throat as Flint flipped me onto the bed to join him. He juggled me like a rag doll until he until he found a position that suited him—kneeling over his face.
I stopped laughing immediately when his mouth sealed over my clit.
Then I cried out as his long finger found my opening. His other hand darted between us and lifted his cock toward my mouth.
With a swirl of his tongue, he dropped his head to the bed long enough to say, “Now, apologize all you like while I have breakfast.”
I gasped as his fingers began a rhythm inside me that left me unable to focus on anything else.
“Are you sore?”
“A little.” I managed to pull myself together long enough to find his cock again. But I instantly regretted my answer when he removed his finger.
“Then you come on my mouth, but you better get busy.” He swatted my ass deliciously hard before using each cheek to pull me down to hover only a centimeter from his mouth. “Because I’m coming in yours too.” He pulled me down until I completely covered his face, licking and sucking in a deep and greedy way I should have been embarrassed by.
But embarrassment would have required thoughts, and right then, every single brain cell I possessed had abandoned me in the hunt for climax.
I came on his mouth, all right. Then, when I finally got my act together, he came in mine as well. And Flint being Flint, well, he was such an overachiever that he insisted on showing me exactly how much he accepted my sexual apologies. So, before I fell asleep on his chest, I came one last time with his hand between my legs.
I decided I could live with two alarm clocks if that was the wake-up call they provided.