Beneath These Lies
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Authors: Meghan March
Copyright © 2016 by Meghan March LLC
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Editor: Pam Berehulke, Bulletproof Editing
Cover design: @ Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations
Photo: @ Sara Eirew
Interior Design: Stacey Blake, Champagne Formats
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Look, but don’t touch . . . she might as well wear a neon sign that says it. It just makes me want her more.
She might be above me in every way, but I still want her under me.
I’ve got no business touching her rich-girl skin, but that won’t stop me from stealing a taste. Because rules were meant to be broken—especially when the prize is so fine.
In a world where nothing is as it seems, what’s buried beneath these lies?
Beneath These Lies
is the fifth book in the Beneath series, but may be read as a standalone. However, if you prefer, it may be best enjoyed after reading
Beneath This Mask
(Beneath #1),
Beneath This Ink
(Beneath #2),
Beneath These Chains
(Beneath #3), and
Beneath These Scars
(Beneath #4).
Book number nine! How did this happen? Many long days and late nights, crazy ideas that ran wild, and an amazing team.
Special thanks go out to:
The Meghan March Runaway Readers Facebook group, for being the most fabulous collection of ladies I’ve had the pleasure of (virtually) meeting. Your support and dedication blows me away every day. I’m so thankful for you.
My readers—I’m infinitely grateful that you’ve picked up this book. Without you, I wouldn’t be living my dream. I will always work my hardest to bring you books I think you’ll love.
All the book bloggers who take the time to read and review this and any of my other books. Your time and dedication are truly appreciated.
Angela Smith of Grey Ghost Author Services, LLC, my amazing PA and best friend. Can you believe we’ve come so far already? I wouldn’t know what to do without you in my life. I never want to find out.
Angela Marshall Smith and Pam Berehulke, editors extraordinaire, for once again helping me deliver the best story I’m capable of writing.
Danielle Sanchez and the Inkslinger PR team, best-in-class publicists, for handling this release with professionalism and style.
Natasha Gentile and Jamie Lynn, my fabulous beta readers, for not asking any questions when I sent you this book to read. Wasn’t it better that way?
Sarah Hansen of Okay Creations, for another stunning cover design.
Stacey Blake of Champagne Formats, for the gorgeous interior design and amazingly quick turnaround.
My family, for their constant support of big dreams. I love you all.
“I
’M IN LOVE. IT’S OFFICIAL.”
My head jerked up from the invoice I was scanning at the sighed words. Lowering my pen to the blotter, I stared at one of my gallery employees as she wiped down the front glass door, letting the bright sun of the French Quarter glitter through without tourists’ fingerprints marring the surface.
Trinity had been wiping down that door for two years as an employee, and before that, from time to time when I’d bring her to the gallery as my “Little” in the Big Brothers/Big Sisters program.
“Excuse me?” I said.
Trinity was all of eighteen years and three days old, and I was pretty sure she didn’t know any more about love than I did. At thirty-two, I’d given up on the concept. Well, I’d given up on men in general, and since I wasn’t into the ladies, that ruled love out of the picture.