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Beneath This Ink by Meghan March

February 10, 2015 Author Bio, Blog Tour, Excerpt, Review 1 ★★★★½

This book may be unsuitable for people under 17 years of age due to its use of sexual content, drug and alcohol use, and/or violence.
Blog Tour Review || Excerpt|| Giveaway Beneath This Ink by Meghan MarchBeneath This Ink by Meghan March
Series: Beneath Series #2
Published by Self-Published on 12th February 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense
Format: eARC
Source: Author
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I’ve always known she was too good for me, but that never stopped me from wanting her.

And then I finally had her for one night.

A night I don’t remember.

I figured I’d blown my shot.

But now she’s walked back into my life, and this time, I have the upper hand. I want my second chance.

Will she be able to see the man beneath this ink?

reviewReviewed by Shannon

*An E-ARC was supplied to me in exchange for review*

Beneath This Ink starts off with Con, the hot, tattoo artist from Beneath This Mask reuniting with Vanessa, a woman he slept with two years ago but can’t remember doing so. Vanessa is a high society woman who needs Con’s help and in return Vanessa agrees to give Con a chance. What happens from there is lots of awesome banter, tons of chemistry, and feelings neither expected.

This book actually overlapped with Beneath This Mask which I thought was interesting. You get to see the scene on the boat from Vanessa’s perspective and I really enjoyed that. I kind of wish I could have seen a little more of Charlie but her absence wasn’t too noticeable with everything else that went on during the book. What I did love was seeing more sides to Con and how he became the person he is. I also enjoyed being introduced to Vanessa and seeing her interact with Con. Seeing them in each other’s worlds was great. I wasn’t a big fan of the manipulative people in Vanessa’s world but that wasn’t a big surprise. Though some did surprise me in the end but I won’t go into that ;).

At about the 70% mark, the book kicked it up a notch and completely made me read as fast as possible. I just refused to put it down until it was done. So much awesome and exciting stuff was happening that I just didn’t want to stop reading till everything was revealed and out in the open. It had that awesome splash of mystery and suspense that I just love in books. Earlier in the book you got a taste of some intrigue but I wasn’t quite sure how that would play out until it did. The middle portion of the book had some excitement as well but there was also a lot of sexiness that distracted me from the other going ons haha. But man, the end was great! I enjoyed all the excitement. The mix of mystery, suspense, and romance was just like Beneath This Mask with a different scenario and I enjoyed that. Helps keep the tone of the series but at the same time give readers new characters to fall in love with.

The one thing that I was slightly disappointed by was that something happened around the middle of the book that caused a little bit of excitement but then was kind of dismissed. It definitely was a major event that happened up to that point. I was thinking that the resolution to it would have been more slowly revealed but was just told to us at a certain point and that took me by surprise. I thought it was a little bigger deal than to just be told to us. I guess I was just hoping that storyline would have been more significant. It wasn’t a major thing. Just something that took me by surprise. The rest of the book was completely great and enjoyable. Most of the secondary characters that were introduced were great as well, like Trey and Ella.

Definitely a great book. I really enjoy this series. Meghan really knows how to bring the sexy with the suspense. I love it and can’t wait for the next book! And if you read till the end you can find out how to help determine who the next book should be about so that’s awesome as well. Another must read from Meghan March!


“Con, can you take this walk-in?” Delilah called from the front of the shop.

I pushed back from the desk and shoved my hair away from my face. It was too damn long. I needed to get it cut, but the girl I’d been going to for the last year had basically fallen onto my cock last week, and I wasn’t going to be letting her near my jugular with scissors any time soon. She wasn’t enamored of my, ‘I don’t go there twice unless there’s something worth going back for’ mentality. I probably could have phrased it a little nicer, but why give the girl false hope when I’d all but forgotten her as soon as I’d slid the condom off my dick? I didn’t have time for bullshit, and I didn’t like to be misunderstood when I spoke. So I was firmly in the ‘tell it how it is’ camp. Women didn’t seem to appreciate my particular brand of honesty. Mostly because it didn’t line up with what they wanted to hear. Not my problem.

I stood and headed for the door of the break room. Time to meet my newest walk-in.

If I had to tattoo one more “YOLO” on some idiot kid, I might hang up my tattoo gun and call it a day. Thoughts like that made me feel older than thirty-one.

I scanned the shop, looking for my next client. If I hadn’t learned a hell of a long time ago how to lock down my reactions, I might’ve missed a step.

It was no kid.

And if she wanted YOLO tattooed on that body, it’d be a crime against nature. Anger flared within me at the sight of her. I might not remember the night we’d spent together, but I sure as hell remembered the morning after when I’d interrupted her escape from my bedroom. We’d thrown words like grenades, and it was a miracle we’d both walked away without bloodshed. Even with that memory vividly replaying in my head, I still had to tell my dick to calm the fuck down.

Vanessa Fucking Frost was still out of my league. Hell, out of my fucking universe. She’d been too good for me in high school, she’d been too good for me two years ago, and as sure as she was standing in my shop today, she was still too damn good for me. And I bet she’d be the first person to say it. I still couldn’t figure out how she’d ended up in my bed that night. Not because my bed didn’t see action with rich chicks—it saw plenty—but not like her. Classic elegance like Grace Kelly. Joy Leahy used to make me watch To Catch a Thief with her, and that’s exactly who Vanessa reminded me of.

Her platinum blond hair was twisted up into some fancy ass bun, and her tan skirt suit clung to her curves in all the right places. One perfectly manicured hand toyed with the gold bracelet on her wrist. My jeans tightened uncomfortably at the peek of a lacy pink bra from beneath her pink silk blouse.

My reaction to her pissed me off.

Do you know what it’s like to finally get something you’ve always wanted, but not remember a single fucking detail?

It ate away it me. The not knowing. Part of me wanted to tell her to get the hell out of my shop, but the other part of me wanted to drag her upstairs, strip her naked, and tie her to my bed so this time she couldn’t leave until I was damn good and ready. Which might be never. And that thought—that weakness—infuriated me.

“Never thought I’d see you darken my doorway again. What can I do for you, princess?” A mocking edge colored my words.

Her nervous twirling of her bracelet halted, and her blue eyes, several shades lighter and more vibrant than my own, met mine. Her pink tongue darted out over her perfectly plump bottom lip slicked with gloss. This nervous, off-balance look of hers raised all my red flags. I was used to the quiet, sexy-as-all-hell confidence that had always drawn me in. At least until she’d opened her mouth that infamous morning and told me what she’d really thought of me.

“I need a few moments of your time.”

I raised an eyebrow. Now that was a new development. She’d never sought me out.

“Is that so?”

“Yes, if you could spare me five minutes.”

Some of her words from that morning, which I might as well have tattooed on my skin, came back to me: Do this again? Are you crazy? I must have been insane to do this the first time. This can never happen again. And no one can ever know. No one.

And now she wanted a favor?

“In this shop, the only way a woman gets my time is if she’s getting a tattoo, or is on her knees or her back.” I knew my answer was crude, but that was what she undoubtedly expected from me. And I hated to disappoint.

A flush of color hit her cheekbones, and I wondered for a brief second whether she was remembering what it had been like to be on her knees in front of me. Fuck. I wish I remembered. Then I could just fucking move on.

I waited for the clipped go to hell and an abrupt exit. But instead of turning and walking out, she surprised me.

“A tattoo it is, then.”

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About 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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