Beneath the Truth
Meghan March
Release Day – August 8th
Meghan March
Release Day – August 8th
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March
comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans.
I used to believe there were lines in life you don't cross.
Don't lie. Don't cheat. Don't steal.
Until I learned people don't always practice what they preach.
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything.
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans.
What I don't expect is for her to be here too.
Another line you don’t cross?
Don't touch your best friend’s little sister.
She's always been off-limits.
Too bad I don't follow the rules anymore.
I used to believe there were lines in life you don't cross.
Don't lie. Don't cheat. Don't steal.
Until I learned people don't always practice what they preach.
I turned in my badge and gun and walked away from everything.
Then I got the call no one wants, and I’m back in New Orleans.
What I don't expect is for her to be here too.
Another line you don’t cross?
Don't touch your best friend’s little sister.
She's always been off-limits.
Too bad I don't follow the rules anymore.
Wham. My heart
slammed against my ribs as it sped up about twenty beats per minute.
The heat and delicious woodsy citrus scent radiating from his body did
good things to me. Things that made me want to do very bad things to him. I
wasn’t a seventeen-year-old virgin anymore. I knew my way around a man, but I
had to admit, the hipsters in Cali had nothing on a homegrown Louisiana man
like Rhett.
When he spoke, he leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my
ear. “You missed that shot on purpose.”
My gaze jumped from the sexy five o’clock shadow shading his jaw to his
piercing green eyes.
“Wha-what are you talking about?” I smacked myself mentally when my old
stammer kicked in. Of course he would
cause it.
“That shot. You missed on purpose. I saw you adjust at the last minute.
Why?”
I swallowed the saliva pooling in my mouth and decided to take the safest
exit from this situation. Lying.
“Cue slipped.”
His eyes narrowed on me. “You’re lying and you’re terrible at it, just
like you’ve always been.” He reached up and pressed his thumb to my left
eyebrow. “You get a twitch right here.”
Oh my God. Rhett
Hennessy is touching me. And what’s more . . . he knows my tell. He
noticed me!
The fifteen-year-old inside me did a terrible cartwheel at the
realization. Okay, more of a round-off. With a tumble in the grass to finish.
Whatever.
But outwardly, I was trapped in that green gaze until he decided to let
me go—or until I came to my senses.
I cleared my throat and sidestepped him. “Whatever you say, hotshot. I need
another drink.”
Focusing on putting one four-inch heel in front of the other without
biting it, I escaped to the table and reached for the whiskey glass I’d left
behind, interrupting my brother and the waitress. They both stared at me as I
chugged the contents.
I’d always wondered what it would feel like to have Rhett’s attention,
and now I knew. In a word, it was . . . unnerving.
“How’s the game going?” my brother asked.
“Fine.” Keeping my answer short meant he couldn’t tell that I was lying.
Heath wasn’t nearly as observant as Rhett.
“You winning?”
Thanking the Lord that Heath obviously hadn’t been watching, I shrugged. “I
guess.”
He glanced toward Rhett and then back to me. “The sister I know and love
doesn’t lose at pool. Ever. Even to Rhett Hennessy.”
I lowered the glass to the table and straightened my shoulders. “Like
they say, things change.”
He nodded slowly. “That may be true about most things, Flounder. But you’re
a pool shark and we both know it.”
Before I could respond, Heath’s attention jumped back to the waitress. I
took another ten seconds to gather myself, also known as drinking offensively in my mind, before I crossed the floor to face
off against my former obsession.
“You all right, Red?” Rhett asked.
“Don’t call me that. And I’ve never been better.”
His gaze dipped to my feet and dragged up my body. “I can agree with that
statement.”
Whoa. Who is this
guy with the innuendo? A glance at his empty whiskey glass told me he was
drinking heavily as well. Was this the booze talking? Or was Rhett Hennessy not
just noticing me, but noticing me?
Either way, I had to play it cool. Or at least pretend to play it cool,
since it seemed I might fall short.
“Your turn, hotshot. Better not miss, because I’ll clear the table next
time,” I said, but my cocky attitude backfired.
Rhett didn’t miss. He sank his balls and then the eight, ending the game
almost as quickly as it started. He returned his cue to the rack and turned to
face me, all traces of the earlier heat banked, his expression shuttered.
“Game over.”
What the hell
just happened?
Rhett and Ariel have pretty intense chemistry, but they also have plenty of genuine feelings for each other. I loved that they were both infatuated with one another when they were younger, but she was clueless about his feelings. They mystery/suspense portion of the story kept me intrigued and it added an element of danger. There were definitely some unexpected discoveries about supporting characters. I understand that this is a final and standalone book of the series, but I hope the rest of the Hennessy brothers get their own books because I am dying to know what happens to them!
I voluntarily reviewed an advanced reader copy of this book. I was not compensated for this review, all conclusions are my own.
Meghan March has been known to wear
camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while
sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and
absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut.
Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom
jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha
males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the
most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.
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