From USA 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 form 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.
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.
“Something about her called to my most basic instincts. Protect. Defend. Claim.”
“You don’t have a fucking choice anymore, Eden. You’re mine. I don’t have much, but what’s mine I keep. I protect. I don’t ever let it go.”
Beneath These Shadows is the six book in the Beneath series, but can totally be read as a stand-alone novel. This story is told from dual points of view and follows the story of Bishop and Eden. From the moment I picked up this book, I not only fell in love with the characters, but also fell in love with the setting. New Orleans is a place that I’ve always wanted to go, so it was fun to experience it through Eden’s eyes.
Eden has always wanted her freedom. But, has always lived a life with someone watching her every move. When her father’s life catches up to her, she has no choice but to go on the run. However, picking a place that you want to disappear to is harder than it seems. Before she knows it, Eden finds herself in New Orleans. She should be having the time of her life and living it up, only New Orleans is nothing like she thought it would be. Running into Bishop was the best thing that could have ever happened to her….She just didn’t know it yet. Bishop is one of the most sought after tattoo artists. Not only is he sex on a stick, but he is good at his ink. Only Bishop is untouchable. He doesn’t mix business with pleasure and never gets involved…That is until he meets Eden. There is just something about Eden that calls to him. She invokes every primal instinct that Bishop has. Bishop tries to fight the attraction that he feels for Eden. But, you can only fight something so explosive for so long. Will Bishop and Eden take a chance on the fire that’s burning between them or will Eden’s past catch up to them and ruin everything???
Overall, I really enjoyed this book. I fell in love with the setting and the characters right away. I’m still a fairly new reader to this author, and I can tell you that after reading this book, I am dying to go back and discover the other characters stories. They have all captured my interest.
I loved the chemistry between Eden and Bishop. Their connection was unstoppable and I just couldn’t wait to see how things would play out with them. Bishop is 100% alpha male whether he wanted to be or not, so it was a lot of fun watching him fall. I absolutely adored Eden. Despite her naive appearance, there was more to this girl than meets the eye and she could definitely hold her own.
Beneath These Shadows was a fun and entertaining read. It is one of those stories that you can easily devour in one sitting. It was filled with danger, suspense, romance, angst and lots of sexy good times. I enjoyed every moment of this book and look forward to reading more from this author in the future.
*I was provided an ARC copy of this book, in exchange for an honest review*
“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.
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 Meghan March:
Meghan March has been known to wear came face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered books, 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.