From the Embers
Publication Date: April 28, 2021
Genre/Tropes: Contemporary/Catastrophic Romance
Author: Aly Martinez
I am a big, blubbering mess from reading this book! It’s hard to know where to begin since my emotions are in turmoil, but this is one book that shouldn’t be missed. A MUST READ OF 2021!!
From the fire, to the loss, to how Eason and Bree pick up the pieces of their lives together, to how they raised their children in the aftermath of a horrible tragedy – just absolutely everything in this book squeezed every bit of my heart while the suspenseful plot also added that extra bit of drama that also raced my heart. Who needs to exercise while reading an Aly Martinez novel!?!
Eason and Bree were strong, supportive, and heartbreakingly perfect at the right time for each other. Destiny was in perfect alignment with these two even when heart break seemed imminent. How could love work when they’d just lost everything? It was truly the very last thought on either of their minds when they’d just lost their spouses and Eason had also lost his home. Trying to restart their lives while in mourning and raising young children is one of the most compelling stories I’ve ever read. It was certainly like nothing I’ve ever read and will not be forgotten anytime soon.
There are suspenseful elements weaved through this breathtaking book, which is like the sprinkles on an already tasty ice cream sundae. From The Embers is so brilliantly written and plotted to perfection, I could tout the wonderfulness of this book all day long. I highly suggest adding it to your TBR and must read list so you don’t miss it.
From USA Today Bestselling Author Aly Martinez comes a new heart-stopping standalone romance.
In the aftermath of tragedy, it’s strange the things you remember.
The deafening boom as the house exploded.
The paralyzing fear as I searched for my wife.
The blinding smoke burning my eyes as I carried her out.
But carved into my soul for the rest of my days would be the earth-shattering realization that the woman in my arms wasn’t my wife.
Bree and I were the only survivors—not that either of us were truly living after that night. As a single dad with nowhere else to go, I moved into her guest house. And somehow, through the guilt and grief, we forged an unlikely team.
It took years, but I watched the gradual return of her smile—slow and life-altering.
The two of us could sit outside for hours, talking about nothing, and it filled the massive hole in my chest with new life.
I may have carried her out of that fire, but the truth was, Bree saved me.
As we healed, the secrets and lies of the past smoldered in the ashes, threatening to ignite again.
Our love was born from the embers, and together we would go up in flames.