on January 1st 1970
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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.
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a new 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.
Someone hold me back!!!! From what? I don’t know. If you’ve read any of my previous reviews on any/all of Meghan’s books you should know by now that she is a favorite of mine. I will literally put down anything else that I’m reading to read her. That’s how much I love her writing, her stories and her. TBH, NOLA was never really on my radar to visit, uuuuunnnntttiiiilll Meghan. I devoured Beneath This Mask and it holds a very special place in my heart. Not just in Meghan’s books, but overall an all time favorite book, in general. I loved each and every single one of the Beneath books, but you guys, this one….it’s right up there with Mask. I loved EVERY. SINGLE. THING. Literally. And, again, you would think that because I’ve read every single one of Meghan’s books that I’d “know” her style by now, but nope. She has surprises in every book and she knows how to keep you on your proverbial toes as you read. I devoured this book in a day! That usually doesn’t happen around here because, adulting but I straight up ate this book up. It is a standalone but the other thing that I loved about this one is that everyone makes an appearance and that alone almost brought tears of joy to my eyes.
What I love about Meghan’s heroine’s is the fact that they are all bad asses in their own unique way. There’s sassiness, there’s sarcastic shenanigans, straight up stubborness but a vulnerability about them as well. Most importantly, they are strong willed and THAT’S what I love about them especially Eden. She seems like the poster child of “prim and proper” and she’s anything but. All she wants to do is spread her wings and fly and boy does Bishop do a really good effing job of that.
Bishop. Swoony, broody, Bishop. Meghan had me at man-bun. It’s as simple as that, really. Such a mystery man, a man that obviously keeps to himself and is set in his ways until Eden just turns that upside freaking down. I love how flustered he gets around Eden. Mr. Tough Guy turns to mush. LOVE IT. His attitude in the book, although trying NOT to be funny, I couldn’t help but laugh at certain moments that he’s trying to keep his composure when he’s with her. Everything about her is telling him that he needs to protect her. He knows something is up, she’s running from someone or something and the interactions between these two as they are trying to uncover things about each other was done with precision but it was so easy too.
The other thing that I love about Meghan’s books are the lessons. You may not see it for that but I do. There’s so much growth that each person goes through and on the relatable scale, I’m really high up there in connecting to each one in my own way. They’re overcoming obstacles and they each become a stronger version of themselves, all while finding true, unconditional love. On a lighter note, I was a highlighting fiend with this one. I mean for the love of all things naughty, one of the lines in this book is…
“Grab the headboard.”
Holy panty melting hell. How do you NOT want to read about that?!??! The characters, the storyline, everything about this book was pure gold and I never, ever want it to end. It was my absolute pleasure to dive back into the beautiful world that is NOLA. I can’t wait to see it in person one day and I cannot wait to see what more she has in store for us.
**An ARC was generously provided by the author 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.