Welcome to the blog tour for beneath the truth by meghan march – an absolute brilliant book to end an amazing series!! ❤
Check out my review + a little excerpt on the blog today!!
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 have been in love with the Beneath Series by Meghan March ever since I got a chance to read Beneath The Scars (Read My Review) – alpha men, and the women who end up bringing them to their knees is my favourite trope and the way Meghan writes them? I can definitely look forward to some amazingly hot times!! 😀
This is the last book in the Beneath Series, and it is the story of Rhett Hennessey and Ariel Sampson – two people who have known each other from their childhood, and one has been in love with the other – one guess to figure out who is that lucky person! 😀
Rhett Hennessey has had his world rocked to it’s core – and it hasn’t even been to the worst part yet. No that part is yet to come.
Honestly, you can’t hep but fall in love with Rhett – he is actually good to the core; not t o mention, loyal, faithful and definitely all alpha male! I had wanted to see who would be a better match, or will he ever be able to trust himself to open up his heart to a life of happiness, especially not with the kind of betrayal he has been dealt with recently.
“I refuse to be anyone’s mistake. If anything, I’m a goddamned privilege.”
Ariel Sampson was the geeky nerdy girl who was in love with her brother’s best friend her whole life. She is geeky and nerdy still, but now she is a successful businesswoman; who now owns her geekiness. Coming back to town after so many years, she still didn’t expect that Rhett would be interested in her – but something’s changed and now they are in for the ride of their life!
I have to say, Ariel absolutely earned my respect and admiration when she did not go off – cocked ; she used the brain she was most known for – and the most logical thing – and that honestly had me down on my knees worshiping her – the fact that she used her brains and didn’t do something impulsively had me grinning throughout the book!
The plot as usual, was brilliant – not only was it fast – paced; it had my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest and I did not see that twist coming but mostly I loved it because I fell instantly in love with a character who is going to get his own TRILOGY! YAASSS!!!
But even then, I was enchanted with a glimpse we got into the rest of the Beneath Couples at the end of this book – perfect way to get a closure to a wonderful series.
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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.
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.
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.
What the hell just happened?
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 firstname.lastname@example.org.