Review: WRITTEN WITH REGRET by Aly Martinez

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Written with Regret by Aly Martinez
Series: The Regret Duet, book 1
Genre: contemporary romance
Publisher: self published
Publication Date: May 23, 2019
Rating: ★★★★★

No one write heartache like Aly Martinez!!

I won’t go into details about this book because I feel going in blind is the best way to experience the brilliance that is this book. I was hooked in from the first sentence and I did not get up till I was entirely finished with the story. That is the power of Aly’s writing. It grabs you instantly and you never want to let it go.

You can actually feel the heartache and angst coming off of the book while reading, it’s that powerful. I always crave the amount of hurt that comes with Aly’s books and man oh man did she deliver it in spades with this one.

I laughed, I cried and at one point I even screamed because that’s my normal with Aly books. I cannot stop thinking about that damn plot twist. It has kept me up all night because oh my god what even happened?????

I just know that the next part of this story is going to peak my anxiety and probably give me permanent health problems. But God I cannot wait for it. I NEEDS MORE!!

5 Stars!


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written with regret

Every little girl dreams of the fairytale. The one where the white knight rushes in to save her from the clutches of evil. They fall in love, have babies, and live happily ever after.

By that definition, my life should have been a fairytale too.

When I was eight years old, Caven Hunt saved me from the worst kind of evil to walk the Earth. It didn’t matter that I was a kid. I fell in love with him all the same.

But that was where my fairytale ended.

Years later, a one-night stand during the darkest time imaginable gave us a little girl. It was nothing compared to the pitch black that consumed me when I was forced to leave her with Caven for good.

At the end of every fairytale, the happily-ever-after is the one thing that remains consistent. It wasn’t going to be mine, but there hadn’t been a night that passed where I hadn’t prayed that it would be hers.

I owed Caven my life.

However, I owed that innocent child more.

And that included ripping the heart from my chest and facing her father again.

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