REVIEW & EXCERPT: Beneath The Truth by Meghan March

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.

From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes the final sexy standalone set in the Beneath world of New Orleans.

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Beneath the Truth is the last book in the Beneath Series and my first book in the Beneath Series.

I'm a huge Meghan March fan! I love her writing style, I love her Alpha Hero's and I especially love her snarky, confident, sarcastic Heriones! And Beneath the Truth had all of that and then some!

Not having read the rest of the series I wasn't sure what I was getting into but I liked Beneath The Truth. It had a suspense feel to it which is something that I can't get enough of with Meghan's writing. She has this knack of pulling you into a story instantly and keep you captivated until the last page. She keeps you guessing constantly and can write tension like no other!

Rhett Hennessy has returned home after a year away from his home town and family. He's spent a year away as a Private Investigator since having quit the Police Force after being betrayed in the worst possible way. Coming back to New Orleans he never thought he'd find everything and everyone completely different.

"Before my world fell apart, I was all about my brothers in blue. Nothing was more important to me than family, honor, and justice. And then betrayal ground those rose-colored glasses beneath its boot heel until my old way of life was nothing but dust."

Also returning home is Ariel Sampson, his best friends little sister and the girl who's been in love with him for as long as they can both remember. But will he return her feelings?

"Rhett didn’t just see me—he saw me clearly. He understood me in a way no one else had before. And that meant everything."

I loved Ariel! She's my spirit animal! <3 She is most definitely my favourite Meghan March Heroine. Intelligent, determined, confident and oh so sassy! She's everything I what to be! Ariel runs her own company and is so damn smart its crazy. One of the things I love about Meghan's writing is that every female character is strong and a great role model. She never writes weak damsel in distress heroines and I respect the hell out of Meghan for that!

"But I’d been working all day, and part of being the boss meant I got to wear whatever I wanted when I was in beast mode. Which was all the time. I might be a geek, but I’m always a beast-geek."

Beneath The Truth was swoon worthy, Rhett was a dirty talking sweet boy who I fell for instantly. He just wants the best for everyone around him and he believes in the truth more then anything.

While I really enjoyed reading Beneath The Truth I can't help but be disappointed in myself for not starting the series from the first book! Beneath The Truth mentions a lot of characters from the previous books and although it can be read as a standalone I think I would have loved it even more if I knew all the characters from the beginning.

And I CANNOT WAIT for Mount! 😍



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?

Meet The Author: Meghan March

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

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