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Series: Beneath #7
Published by: Red Dress Press
on August 8, 2017
Genres: Romantic Suspense
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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.
What I’ve come to realize about Meghan March’s writing, is that she always writes with her whole heart and soul and it just SHINES through with every turn of the page! Yes, this is the first book that I’ve read in this series, but I’m no stranger to the BRILLIANCE that is Meghan March. Her brand of storytelling transports me to another world, where all of my worries and all of my problems disappear, if only for a little while. Her writing skills are impeccable. Her characters are magnificent. Her prose is both captivating and beautiful. She brings ALL THE FEELS and ALL THE EMOTIONS with Rhett and Ariel’s story. It’s EPIC! It’s BEAUTIFUL! It’s HEART WRENCHING! It’s pretty damn SENSATIONAL!
“I refuse to be anyone’s mistake. if anything, I’m a goddamned privilege.”
I wanted to start off with a quote from our heroine, Ariel, because she is by far, one of my FAVORITE female characters that Ms. March has ever created. I like her style. I love her sass. I was complete infatuated with this woman from the very beginning. Since this is the first book I’ve read in the Beneath Series, and I only got a little taste of Rhett Hennessy, I still knew that Ariel, was going to be one hell of a match for our hero. Because this is what Meghan March does. She gives us a gorgeous, alpha male hero and pairs him with the only woman who can bring him to his knees. Ariel shows us a vulnerability about her, but at the same time she is independent and confident. I absolutely adored her and I saw right away that she was going to be perfect for our beloved hero.
“I’m going to touch every inch of you. Memorize you. Drive every other thought from your head except how perfect you are. How much you matter to me.”
Cue all of the SWOON! I mean, can this man be any more PERFECT! Typical of all of Ms. March’s men, I fell and I fell HARD for Mr. Rhett Hennessy. This man was EVERYTHING! I’m sure fans of this series will say that the author saved THE BEST FOR LAST! I can see all of the reviews now. The think I loved most about Rhett was that he kept reassuring Ariel of her worth and of her beauty. It was so incredibly beautiful. It made my heart want to burst right out of my chest. Trust me when I say that Rhett Hennessy will make you feel ALL THE THINGS!
“Tell me you want this as fucking bad as I do, Ari.”
“I want it all.”
This was a happily ever after that I wanted to devour over and over again! I can’t tell you how hard I fell for every single character…how excited I got for every single sex scene…and how my chest hurt with every single emotion that was displayed between these amazing lead characters. Although, this is the end of the Beneath Series, I’m even more excited at what’s to come from this incredible author. I’m not only certain that she gives the readers EXACTLY what they want with Rhett’s story, but I’m EXTREMELY CERTAIN that she did this series and these amazing characters, justice. I can only hope that I did this review justice with how much I absolutely ENJOYED this story and this author’s work.
Meghan March is a force to be reckoned with in the romance genre. She gets better and better with every new release, and I’ve quickly depended on her to be a GO TO author for me. I can assure you that you will not only love Rhett and Ariel’s story, but you will become addicted to the storytelling that Meghan March so eloquently represents. I’m kicking myself for not finding this author and this series sooner. Even though BENEATH THE TRUTH is the final book in the series, you can be rest assured that I plan on inhaling EVERY SINGLE BOOK in this series. I’m just so grateful that this can be read as a standalone, because I wouldn’t want to miss out on the initial excitement that this book will most definitely bring!
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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?