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.
Panty Scorching: 5
Over All Rating: 5 Stars
Kindle eArc reviewed by Robin
Rhett feels like he’s been burnt by his family. He was taught to obey the law. Follow his family into law enforcement. Be the example. Except that’s not what his father and brother did. As much as he tries to escape and walk away, he is called back to New Orleans and his family. But now he has to deal with Ariel Sampson too, his best friend’s little sister. She’s always been off limits for him but being forced together, will the two be able to avoid the connection they’ve always felt?
“Figure out what you want and go after it.
That’s exactly what I was doing. My life was in ashes, so this was the time to rebuild. Something new. Something good. With Ari.
And right now, I needed some of that good.”
Omg! She did it again and I don’t ever want this series to end! You have no idea how much I wanted Rhett to find his happy. This story had my emotions flying all over the place with figuring out what was happening with Rhett’s Dad’s investigation and who all could be involved. Ariel seemed like such a smart and savvy woman with how she dealt with her business, the threats and even Rhett. He definitely met his match when he started pursuing Ari. The tying up of this series was perfectly executed with this story. All of the characters made a cameo and gave us a sneak peek into their lives. I can’t wait for the spin off with Lachlan Mount coming this Fall.
If you need some alpha bad boys in your romance books, look no further. Meghan March writes the BEST stories that will get you all hot and bothered. If you haven’t read this series or need to catch up, what are you waiting for? I love each and every one of these guys and can’t wait to see who’s next for me to fall in love with.
eKindle Review by: Jen
Ahhh I can’t even tell you how pumped I get when a Meghan March book appears on my kindle. I always know I am in for an amazing ride and probably a good book hangover that leaves me waiting to reread all her other books. I have been WAITING, not so patiently I should add, for the Beneath the Truth to come out. This was the first series of Meghan’s that I read and have been hooked by her and this series ever sense. Beneath the Truth finally gives us the story of Rhett Hennessy (gosh his name even just seeps sexiness). We have seen little bits of Rhett throughout the entire series but now we get an up close and personal encounter of who he is. To say I feel in love with him is a HUGE understatement. I had a feeling that this book would be amazing and I hate to admit it but I set some pretty big expectations of this book that I hoped Meghan would be able to reach. She not only reached these expectations but she straight up throat punched them and knocked this book out of the park!!!
Beneath the Truth picks right up with the intensity and sexiness that we expect in the Beneath Series. We are introduced to Ariel, the woman who has always been off limits to Rhett as it is his best friend’s little sister. She has brains, beauty, a bit of awkwardness that you just cant help but fall in love with her. There were times where I couldn’t help but crack up at what came out of her mouth. Ariel has always had a crush on Rhett but knew that nothing would ever come of it because Rhett never paid her any attention- or so she thought. Years later when they both find themselves back in New Orleans for reasons out of their control both of them realize that the crush has never disappeared and the invisibility that one felt was truly an act to try and stay away. As events unravel and puts both Rhett and Ariel in danger it is up to the both of them to figure out who close to them is not who they expect and if the feelings and chemistry they have for one another is fit for the long haul.
Gosh I am so sad to see these series end. I loved every single book of this series. Thankfully Meghan gives us the MOST EPIC EPILOGUE EVER!! I don’t want to go into to much detail about it but it leaves you with a huge smile on your face and an urge to start the entire series all over again (which I a currently doing an entire reread J ) Thank you Meghan for giving us Rhett’s story-the wait was so worth it and you crushed it! I am HIGHLY anticipating your new release and pretty much anything else you write!
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?
About the Author
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.