#BlogTour “Beneath the Truth” by Meghan March

Beneath the Truth by Meghan March

Beneath Series, Book 7 (standalone)


 My musings…

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I can’t imagine the pressure a writer must feel when completing a series, especially one with a huge fan following. The need to see the characters again, to wrap-up all the stories together, to honor the tone and world created in the other books, and to give one last ride to the readers of the series has to be such a huge undertaking, and Meghan March did it all. Lovers of this series will be nothing but astonished with the final story of the Beneath series.

Hennessey, what a hero and certainly worth the wait. With every book, readers have leaned more and more about this man. They have seen the honor and loyalty he has. They have seen his quest and desire to find love. They have seen him fall at some of his weakest moments, and, yet, he still maintains everything that is good about him. Even in this story, his core qualities shine through and readers love this man for all the reasons they have loved him throughout all the books. As with the rest of her heroes, Meghan March has hit the right balance of alpha male and loving man. These men, every single one, knows how to “claim” their women while also giving them freedom to be who they are and chasing what they want, and Hennessey, more than the others, has hit this dead on. March has certainly done his character justice, and he will go down as one of my favorite characters from this series.

Ari is more than I could have hoped for in the heroine for this book. I have personally praised Meghan in the past for creating independent and fierce heroines who know how to reign in their alpha men and make demands for their needs, and Ari does all this and more. She is smart and driven, brave and fearless, and dedicated to those she loves. Although, there are many moments where she shows how naive she can be, the author has balanced it with this sexy and sassy side that makes her character endearing and the perfect match for Hennessey.

As with the rest of the series, Beneath the Truth takes readers on a ride that will have them biting their nails, trying to figure out the all the twists and turns, and turning the pages as quickly as they can. Meghan entices readers with the romance of Hennessey and Ari, drawing them into this “second chance-esque” romance with all wooing and steaminess. She keeps readers enthralled by the mystery, leaving readers to piece together all the parts of the story to figure out the how it is going to end. The inevitable action that has readers biting their nails in anticipation of a conclusion they know will be epic only serves to keep those eyes running across the pages. And the particular ending of this one is not only perfect for the main couple, but perfect for the whole series. She really nails it, making this reader deliriously happy and satisfied with how she brought the whole series full circle.

This series will always have a special place in my heart. Not only have I enjoyed every single character and story written in it, but it introduced me to the world of Meghan March. It saddens me to see it end, but the best things about books is that I can always go back and a return trip to Nola will be at the top of the list.

***Can be read as a standalone.

ARC received in exchange for an honest review.


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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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?

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 meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.


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