FMR Book Grind: ACROSS THE HORIZON by Aly Martinez

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“Sometimes love happens when you least expect it.” That was what my husband’s mistress told me the day I found out about their affair.

I didn’t believe it until five minutes later when mouth-watering celebrity chef Tanner Reese walked up, tossed his arm around my shoulders, and told my cheating husband to take a hike. Tanner and I couldn’t have been more different. He spent his weekends at clubs, rubbing elbows with fellow A-listers. I spent mine in yoga pants with cheese boards and a glass of wine—or six. Our relationship shouldn’t have worked, but it did. That is until Tanner proved to me that even though love happens when you least expect it... So does heartbreak.

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Review by: Flavia

OMG I loved this book. I didn't even read the blurb, when I saw this I just said YES, I mean its Aly Martinez. Didn't know what to expect but this author really delivered.
Rita Hartley just found out the worst thing ever her husband has been having an affair. And instead of wanting to work it out or taking him back, she wanted out. She wanted a divorce (my kinda girl). But she still had to see the douchebag everyday as they worked together. At a work function she runs into Tanner Reese. The sexy hot celebrity chef.
Tanner is on a break from women. Reason being he always attracts the physcos. Every time so he is on a break, until he hears a women say no to some dude who wont let her go. From the second he meets and helps Rita he is lost. She is everything he needs a women, she is sassy, sexy and takes no nonsense and she treats him like a normal person, not the celebrity but like Tanner Reese.
This story was filled with laughter, emotion, disappointment, heartbreak, awesome chemistry and seriously so much more. You will fall in love with this book from the start and all you want to do is root for both of these characters to have their happily ever after.

“Sometimes fate brings you to a place in life for a reason. It’s not up to you to figure out what that reason is. It’s only up to you to decide what you’re going to make of it.”

5 Stars

Review by: Tatia

This is one of my favorite books of 2018! I can say that because it’s almost the end of the year. I’ll even go a step further and say this is one of my most favorite books EVER!! Ms. Martinez created a story that was not only sweet, semi-realistic, and funny, but incredibly addicting! I had this huge smile on my face the entire time I was reading! I couldn’t put it down. Tanner and Rita were the perfect match. They balanced each other out, calmed each other’s crazy, and obliterated all of their doubts about a relationship. They were real. They didn’t try to hide the insane lives they had or even downplay the insanity. They just relaxed each other and we’re nothing but true to themselves. That’s not to say that there wasn’t an insane amount of crazy that they each had to deal with, but it made this story PERFECT! I want more! I want this story to continue on into eternity. It was just that amazing!

5 Stars

EXCERPT:
I shifted the phone to my other ear and asked her, “Did you just get in bed?” “If, by bed, you mean carrying a glass of wine out back to swing in the hammock, maybe.” I bit my bottom lip, my head falling back against the headrest. For most men, this would have been an innocuous statement. But for a hammock connoisseur like myself, this was the normal guy equivalent of her saying that she liked to give blowjobs during halftime. “You have a hammock out back?” There was a delay in her response, which was followed by a subtle kiss of her lips on what I assumed was a wine glass. “Don’t knock it until you try it. It’s one of the most underrated luxuries in outdoor furniture.” “Oh, I’m not knocking anything. Rope or quilted?” “Mayan, actually.” “Oh, sweet heavenly baby Jesus, she’s beautiful and knows her hammocks. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.” She giggled, pausing for another sip. “You know, if you leaked this hammock fetish to the press, you could probably increase demand by five million percent and singlehandedly lower the country’s unemployment rate.” Okay, so at some point during the day, she’d figured out who I was. But! Even with this knowledge, she was trying to avoid a date with me and was not elbow-deep in planning our televised wedding. This was a definite plus in my book. “Yeah, but then, when I talked to beautiful women like yourself, I’d have no idea if the hammock was your idea or a ploy to impress me.” “Jeez, that’s sad, Tanner,” she said, her sweet Southern accent like a wave rolling over my name. I’d meant it as a joke, but it was the absolute truth when it came to dating. Early on in my career, I’d done a rapid-fire interview about my personal life. One of the questions had been: What would your ideal woman order on the first date? Truth be told, the only thing I hoped my ideal woman would order was something she wanted. I didn’t factor into that. But I’d been on my last question in my last interview of the last day of a month-long press tour. My face had hurt from fake smiling, I’d been in desperate need of a shower, a smoke, and sleep, and my mind had been mush, so I’d prattled off the first thing that had come to mind: shrimp and grits. That one little answer somehow made it onto my Wiki page, and after that, every woman I’d taken out ordered shrimp and grits. One of them even had a shellfish allergy and nearly ended up in the hospital. And this insanity was not limited to women outside of the spotlight. I’d once gone on a date with America’s princess of pop, Levee Williams. We’d hit it off at a charity event. For one of the most famous women in the world, she was a surprisingly nice girl, gorgeous, and funny as all get out. But the first time I took her out? One guess what she ordered. I was at the end of my rope with dating and lost my freaking mind before storming out like an asshole. That night, as I was reporting shrimp and fucking grits as an error to Wiki, I noticed that her page listed it as her favorite food. I’d never had the balls to contact her again, and I once hid behind a palm tree on Rodeo Drive when I heard the clamoring of paparazzi calling her name. But that’s neither here nor there. In short, while finding a woman was all too easy, dating was hard. But that wasn’t about to stop me from trying with Rita.

Originally from Savannah, Georgia, USA Today bestselling author Aly Martinez now lives in South Carolina with her four young children. Never one to take herself too seriously, she enjoys cheap wine, mystery leggings, and baked feta. 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.