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.


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My Review

You know I have very mixed feelings about Beneath the Truth… and it has nothing to do with the book itself.  I picked up the first book in this series Beneath This Mask, and gave this new author a shot.  Sometimes as a blogger you get a winner and sometimes not so much, when trying out an author that is new to the Indie publishing space.  With Meghan March I knew that I’d hit a gold mine!  I was so excited reading that first book in the series.  Meghan’s thoughts were tied together seamlessly and it’s very rare that a new author gets a five star out of the gates from me these days…. My first review brings back memories…

“I absolutely LOVED this book.. Hands down one of the best reads from a new author I’ve read this year. I was gripped from the beginning of the story right up until the end. It will keep you guessing and on your toes, as each chapter seems to bring more drama and intrigue to the story line. Charlie is one strong heroine, even though she doesn’t appear to be in the beginning, in the end she shows the bravery of a thousand soldiers marching into battle. I give this one my full 5 stars! I loved it beginning to end and I highly recommend it.” ~ Review from Beneath This Mask

So why the mixed feelings…. Simply put I DON’T WANT IT TO END!!!!!!!  I have loved these characters from the very beginning of this series.  I have followed them through the ups and downs and the crazy plots that Meghan weaved throughout this series.  It’s not often I feel such an attachment to a group of people that aren’t real, that I could never meet in person, yet feel that every one of them is real, and I could just fly to NOLA and meet them at Con’s tattoo parlor.  That’s how much this series pulls you in.  This last and final book in the series is bittersweet.  After Beneath these Lies, and Shadows, I had no idea what Meghan had left in store for us.  Both of those books had whopper’s of a storyline, but I knew that Rhett was something special through this series, and she did not disappoint in delivering on his book and the ending to this series.

What I didn’t expect was how much I would love the heroine in this story.  She’s completely awkward, her mouth runs away from her when she’s nervous and she’s had an unrequited love of Rhett since she was a little girl.  Ariel is a spunky business woman that has paved her way from awkward teenager to make a name for herself.  The problem is that when she has to return to her hometown and come face to face with the man she loved all her life, she isn’t as over the feelings as she tried to tell herself… Ariel is one hell of a heroine and she’s not afraid to tell it like it is, even if she’s not eloquent in her delivery, you love everything about her!

I always knew that I loved Rhett, but I loved him even more in this book.  He’s not afraid to go after what he wants even if he feels he doesn’t deserve it.  Based on the scandal that has once again rocked his family, he’s faced with some tough issues and decision to make.  When Ariel’s safety is threatened he will stop at nothing to get to the bottom of why she’s become a target in this ongoing scandal that has rocked his family… I wasn’t sure where Meghan was going to take this story or these characters and boy was I shocked when I realized the “Truth”! The bombshell was quite unexpected and what happened at the end was shocking to say the least, Meghan had stretched her wings with some pretty grave situations but this one really took me by surprise.  In a good way.

That is all I will say about the ending I don’t want to ruin it.  Overall this series is simply one of the best I’ve read, with the exception of one of the books they all ranked a 5 star rating from me, which is in its own right amazing, since series usually end up dwindling off for me after a few books.  Meghan keeps each book in this series engaging, intertwining the characters so they all have a place throughout the entire series of books.  Beneath this Truth couldn’t have been a more fitting end to this series.  Even if I don’t want it to be over!  If you have not read any of these books I highly encourage you to read them.  Meghan’s had many books in between and her hero’s and heroine’s are all amazing, but this series has a special place in my heart, since it’s where it all began for her!  Take the time and read these books.  I promise you won’t be sorry!


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An Excerpt from Beneath the Truth


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?









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.