FOUR POINT FIVE STARS
YAY!! I’m so excited that Flint’s story has arrived. I’m going to start out with saying:
My two cents.
Read book one prior to reading this book. The story picks up where book one left off …only this time the main focus is on the middle brother. You won’t want to miss the arc of this story. Okay now onto the actual book.
Meet the Page brothers.
The Page brothers are one of my favorite literary brothers because of their bond. These brothers have been dealt a crap hand in the parent department. Till, the eldest, took it upon himself to raise his younger brothers. Well, if neglectful parents wasn’t bad enough these brothers have physical handicaps too.
Being a middle child, Flint, has lived in the shadow of his older brother. And in his new predicament of being wheelchair bound he’s become a broken, angry guy.
”When life robs you. Sometimes, you have to rob it back.” -The Book Thief
I love the heroine because she has a lot of spunk for a girl who was raised by parents who are crappy role models. I knew, I liked her right away but that first meeting with Flint sealed the deal for me. She really stole the show, for me. She’s a girl who called Flint on his bad attitude and made it her goal to make him laugh daily.If you like a girl who can turn a frown upside down … Ash is your girl!
Another great installment in the OFF THE ROPES series. These brothers are awesome and even though Ash stole the book for me… I still enjoyed Flint. I love the first half of the book even more than Fighting Silence…I know that’s blaspheme but it really grabbed my attention. Now, I’m ecstatic to read the next book because it’s the youngest brother, Quarry. I can’t wait to see what Ms. Martinez does with him.
RELEASE DATE: July 7, 2015
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Each book focuses on one of the three brothers.
Book 1 – Till | Book 2 – Flint | Book 3 – Quarry
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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.
Haven’t read this series yet? Meet Flint Quarry, Till & Eliza in Fighting Silence
About the Author: Aly Martinez
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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