Release, an all-new “mesmerizing” and “captivating” standalone romance from
USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez, is available now!
Growing up, Ramsey Stewart
branded my soul in ways time could never heal.
At twelve, he asked me to be his
girlfriend.
At thirteen, he gave me my first
kiss.
By sixteen, we’d fallen in love,
planned a future together, and had our eyes set on the horizon.
Love never fails, right?
But for Ramsey, it did.
Love failed him.
I failed him.
The entire world failed him.
At seventeen, Ramsey was
convicted of killing the boy who assaulted me.
Move on,he wrote in his first and
only letter from prison.
Start a new life, he urged.
I don’t love you anymore, he lied.
There was no such thing as giving
up on Ramsey. Love may have been our curse, but he was mine—then, now, and forever.
So here I am, twelve long years
later, waiting for a man I don't even know to emerge from between the chain link
gates.
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Excerpt
It was funny. I’d spent almost half my life surrounded by the
biggest, baddest criminals the state of Georgia had been able to capture. Yet, I was terrified of a
five-foot-five woman who for some asinine reason was still in love with me.
I couldn’t be around her. Not if I wanted to keep my head
straight and my eye on the prize. I had three years before I got off parole. I needed to get a job,
tuck away some cash, and, the second I was allowed to leave Georgia, get the hell out of there.
Maybe, if I was lucky, I’d be able to convince my sister to come with me. We didn’t have to go
far. We could stay in the south if she wanted. South Carolina, North Carolina, Alabama,
Tennessee—there were schools everywhere. Nora wouldn’t have trouble finding a job. The
hardest part would be convincing her to leave Thea.
However, maybe if she did, Thea would finally move on with
her life and stop obsessing about me.
I’d known they lived together for a while. I didn’t want anything
to do with Thea while I was locked up, but I was happy as hell Nora had someone to lean on. I
had been under the impression that Nora had gotten her own place when she found out about
my release. I had been under that impression because Nora had straight-up told me she was getting
her own place after I’d declared there was no way I was living with Thea.
Now, I was hiding in my room, waiting for Nora to wake up,
open my door, and escort me to breakfast like a damn bodyguard so I could avoid confrontation.
Next up in my efforts to kill time was a workout. Sit ups, pushups, planks, running in place. This was when I realized Nora hadn’t bought me any
deodorant.
Another shower.
Another naked lap around the bedroom, and this time, I
managed to keep my hands off my cock.
Finally, I got dressed. This required me to pick through a bunch
of preppy shit Nora had bought for me to find tattered jeans and a fitted green tee that clung to
my chest like a damn glove. In my closet, I found a belt and a pair of distressed brown lace-up
boots that maybe could have doubled as combat boots if the war was taking place on a runway.
But what the hell did I know about style? I’d been wearing orange or puke beige for almost half
my life.
When I was done with all of that and there was still no sign of
Nora, I sat on the edge of the bed and decided to give the phone thing a try. I wasn’t totally out
of the technology loop. We had computers at the library and we were allowed to use them if we
earned the privileges. But they might as well have been dinosaurs compared to the phone she’d
bought me. I couldn’t even get it to read my face with the fancy secret laser thing. I gave up
trying pretty quickly.
So there I was, bored out of my mind, starving, and poking at
my newfound wrinkles in the bathroom mirror, when I heard a knock at my door.
“Ramsey?”
I froze, my eyes locked on the mirror, panic staring back at me.
Thea.
Jesus. I needed to find somewhere else to live.
Leaning out of the bathroom, I stared at the door. If I was super
quiet, maybe she’d think I was still asleep and go the hell away.
When I didn’t reply, she knocked again. Her voice was timid
and sweet, not at all like the fearless girl I’d grown up with. I hated it.
“Ramsey? You hungry? I’m making breakfast? I was wondering
if you wanted something?” Everything from my name to the fact that she was making breakfast
was a question, as if maybe she was asking permission to cook in her own house.
My stomach was currently feasting on my backbone. Still, I said
nothing.
She sighed. “Okay. Well, if you change your—” There were
several seconds of silence.
I quirked my eyebrow at the door, trying to figure out why she’d
abruptly stopped talking, and then cursed my inability to develop x-ray vision.
I held my breath, hoping to hear her footsteps as she walked
away.
No. Such. Fucking. Luck.
The door swung open and she came walking inside with her
hands stacked over her eyes. “Look, I know you’re awake. I heard you running earlier. I also
heard you take at least three showers. Sorry, but the house isn’t that big. Neither is the hot
water heater. Are you at least dressed so I can open my eyes?”
Brave. Unapologetic. And completely oblivious to boundaries.
Now that was the Thea I knew.
“Get out,” I barked.
“Dressed? Not dressed? Help me out here?”
“Get. Out.”
She kept her eyes closed. “You gotta eat, Ramsey. You can’t
stay locked up in this room forever.”
I wanted to tell her to get the hell out again. Honestly, it was on
the tip of my tongue. But it never made it past my lips because my traitorous eyes stole a headto-toe of her lithe body. She was barefoot, wearing jeans—tight ones that tapered at her ankle.
They looked like mine in the sense that they had a rip in the knee. They didn’t look like mine in
the sense that they hugged the curve of her hips and more than likely her ass too. A pink tank
top stretched across her chest, and I swear on my life, fuck x-ray vision because I could see the
pebble of her nipples beneath the fabric.
It wasn’t a ridiculous dress.
It wasn’t stupid fucking heels.
She wasn’t wearing a face full of clown makeup.
She was just Thea.
The nostalgia pumped through my veins like acid even as my
cock stirred. Fuck, I should have jerked off again in the shower.
“I’m dressed,” I bit out, desperate for her to put her damn hands
down and maybe use them to cover her tits instead.
Her long, brown lashes fluttered as she opened her eyes.
Those fucking eyes had once owned me. As a huge smile lit her face, I felt the claim all over
again.
“Oh, look, you chose one of the outfits I picked out for you.”
Of course I had. Of fucking course. As soon as I got her out of
my room, I was going to take the outfit off and light it on fire.
Review:
3 stars
***
Release was a pretty good book, with the potential to me great, but it didn't quite get there for me. This standalone book is Thea and Ramsey's story. The two met as children, both having hard family lives, and became best friends who leaned on each other for everything. They fell in love at a young age before tragedy struck them and tore them apart. Ramsey has been in prison for many years for his part in this tragedy. During that time, he pushed Thea away and told her he hated her. When Ramsey is released, he wants nothing to do with Thea. But she is hell bent on getting answers and working things out with him. The two have a lot of heartbreak and trauma to work through if they want to have any kind of peace and a happy future.
This book is full of high drama and angst. There are so many dramatic moments and very few happy moments. The story was interesting and had potential, but I needed more healing in the book to get over the past and less continuous, one-tone drama. I found it a little frustrating. I liked Ramsey and Thea and I wanted the best for them. These two were so broken and had hurt each other so much. They fought each other through much book, before finally finding a way to resolve their problems. Ramsey hurt Thea badly and was cruel to her in an effort to push her away. But she would not give up on him, and kept coming back for more hurt, making her seem like a doormat at times. I had a few moments where I wanted her to give up on him, because of the way he treated her, and I didn't feel like he made up for that behavior enough. It was a little hard to imagine them having a happy future when the book was so tumultuous. But it seems like they do get the healing they need afterwards; I would love to have seen that first hand on the page. Still, this fast paced story kept my attention and I wanted to see this couple work things out. They deserved a happy future and I was glad it worked out for them.
Overall, while I didn't totally love the way things played out in this book, Ms. Martinez is great at angsty stories that pull you in and this book was no different. If you love the drama, you will love this book. I just personally like the drama in the books I read balanced with more resolution of the drama. I still enjoyed the book and was entertained. Thea and Ramsey deserved their well-fought-for happiness. I look forward to more from Ms. Martinez in the future!
About Aly
Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling
author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her husband and four young
children.
Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine,
mystery leggings, and olives. It should be known, however, that she hates pizza and ice cream,
almost as much as writing her bio in the third person.
She passes what little free time she has reading anything and
everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a super-sized tumbler of wine by her
side.
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