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Today bestselling author Meghan March comes another dangerously sexy alpha
hero…
The only permanent thing in my life is the
ink I put on my clients.
I drift from city to city, in and out of
beds, from one tattoo shop to the next.
Every time I start to put down roots, I rip
them up.
Until New
Orleans.
Until her.
She’s everything I’m not.
Full of fire and life. An innocent where
I’m a sinner.
I want to consume her. Protect her. Keep
her.
But first, I have to escape from beneath
these shadows.
Beneath These Shadows is a
STANDALONE romance set in the world of the Beneath series. You DO NOT have to
read any other books in the series to enjoy it.
Excerpt
“You ever broken the law before this,
Eden?”
I expected a quick and unequivocal
no, but it didn’t come as fast as I thought it would.
“I don’t think so. I mean, I’m sure I
have by accident sometime. I’ve jaywalked. But I’m not some kind of criminal.”
Well, that makes one of us, I
thought.
My anger from earlier started to fade
and be replaced by the heat of the knowledge that Eden’s naked tits were only
inches from my chest, separated by water I could see right through. Last time
I’d seen them under her pink bra, she’d been too fucked up for me to take
advantage . . . but tonight she was completely sober.
I raised my gaze from her chest,
expecting her cheeks to be red when she realized I was staring at her nipples,
but she wasn’t watching my face. She was staring down at my body.
“Like what you see?”
That got her attention.
Eden jerked her head up to meet my
eyes, and the blush colored her skin like I’d timed it.
“You’re . . . big.”
A booming laugh broke free from my
throat at her unexpected response, and her cheeks flamed even brighter.
“No, that’s not what I meant. I mean
. . . everywhere. Not just, in the . . .” She looked down, then jerked her gaze
back to mine. “I’m going to shut up now.”
That kind of awkward and fumbling
response couldn’t be faked, and protectiveness rose in me again. Eden was no
con artist. She was a girl who couldn’t even say the word cock without turning
red.
“Ain’t no shame in my game.”
She reached out a hand and covered my
lips with her fingers. “Stop. You’re just making it worse. I wasn’t checking
out your . . . package. I mean, I did before you got in the pool, but that’s
only because I thought you’d have underwear on because who doesn’t wear
underwear?” The babbling continued, and so did my laughter.
Hell, I hadn’t laughed this much
since Delilah had given in to a customer’s request and tattooed a flexing
veined eggplant cartoon on a client so he could send pictures of it instead of
dick pics.
Eden pulled her hand back and covered
her face. “I’m going to stop talking now. I seriously can’t be trusted to say
anything that’s not completely humiliating when you’re standing this close to
me naked.”
“I disagree, and since I’m not ready
to get out and put my clothes on, you’re going to have to deal with it.”
She mumbled something under her
breath.
“Come again?”
Eden pressed her lips together for a
beat before saying, “I don’t know how to deal with it. This isn’t something
I’ve ever dealt with before.”
A crazy thought popped into my brain.
“Are you a virgin?”
If there was a red brighter than fire
engine, that was the color of Eden’s cheeks. “No! Of course not. Really. I’ve
touched a dick before. I mean, just the one, but it still counts. Well, I
didn’t really touch it. Except, you know, inside me. Oh my God, I’m just going
to shut up now.”
Realization dawned on me as her
babbled protest silenced. “You’ve had sex with one guy? Once? How old are you?”
Eden turned to bolt, but instead
smashed her tits into my arm. I stepped close enough so that only an inch of
water separated us.
Her gaze went skyward. “This is so
humiliating.”
That’s where she and I had differing
opinions. “Why? Because you haven’t fucked every guy you’ve ever met? What’s
wrong with that?”
Eden’s gaze snapped down to mine and
her brows drew into slashes. “Hey, whoa now. You can toss that double-standard
crap right in the trash. What if I had screwed every guy I ever met? Would that
make me less of a person? I mean, it’s not like you probably haven’t been with
dozens and dozens of women. I’m not judging you. Except for maybe that Kitty
girl. I mean, really? You’ve got to have some standards.”
My laughter boomed out again across
the courtyard. “Cupcake, just because I can get most any pussy I want, doesn’t
mean I do it.”
“Still, double standards are—”
When she started on another tirade, I
decided to silence her the best way I knew how.
I leaned down and covered her lips
with mine.
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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