Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

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Lucas is one of the newest movers and shakers in New Orleans. He’s got the money but not the pedigree for High Society. He believes that if he can get into the New Orleans high society (which doesn’t like his new money). His plans have been to date and eventually marry a woman from the upper crust that would open all the doors that his money alone could not buy. As he continues to pursue his goals he comes face to face with Yve Santos and he wasn’t planning on her.

Yves is not interested in someone like Lucas Titian…been there done that. She wants her business and the simple relationships she has had. She has been through a lot and is content with what she has. Her goal is to take control of the store she is currently managing. It’s not easy for to ask for help but reluctantly agrees to it from Lucas. She was only wanting his help, she was planning on anything else. But LOVE always finds a way.

Lucas Freaking Titan…that truly sums up his name. Since I started reading the series I have been waiting patiently (not really) for Lucas’s book. He has always been a commanding presence in previous stories so I knew his book was going to be awesome! And it was! The best so far of the series.

Yes Lucas is an arrogant jerk. He is ruthless and will destroy anyone that gets in his way. BUT…this book finally shows you the other side of Lucas. Behind the tightly controlled persona there is a vulnerable man underneath. While he thinks he knows what he wants in a wife he comes to realize that Yve is the only woman he can see in that role. She is everything he never knew he wanted.

Yve herself is the perfect match for Lucas as she is as strong as him and won’t take any of his BS. She won’t let him get away with anything.  She has been hurt in the past and is content with the store and her friends. Lucas comes barging into her life and shows her that all guys are not like her ex. In him, she finds the one man she can believe in and he finds the woman he can truly love.

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About Meghan March:

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

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.

Website: http://www.meghanmarch.com/
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Excerpt:

Chapter 1

Lucas

SWEAT DRIPPED INTO MY EYES as I bounced on the balls of my feet. Someone had to be calling out how much time was left in this round soon. My pride was on the line, and there was no way I would hand it over to Con Leahy. He’d already gotten the girl, and I wasn’t about to let him humiliate me in the ring in this piece-of-shit New Orleans gym too.

My muscles burned, but that was nothing compared to the heat of victory—or the sting of defeat. What had started out as a boxing lesson had quickly transformed into an all-out brawl for dominance and respect.

Only you would pay a million dollars to get your ass kicked, Titan. The voice in my head mocked me as I bobbed and weaved. But I hadn’t paid a million to get my ass kicked. I’d done it because that night at the charity auction I’d been drunk, pissed off, and determined to prove a point—he might’ve gotten the girl, but I was still the one with the power. I got a sick sense of satisfaction that every time Con bought something for his gym and these kids, he had to think of me.

I swung with another right hook. The blow connected with Con’s jaw and snapped his head to the side.

Yeah. That’s right. But my mental cheer came a moment too soon, and pain exploded in my left side.

Shit, that’s going to hurt tomorrow.

I stumbled back but threw myself forward again, shooting out my fist with an uppercut that knocked Con back a step. This was how it had gone for the last several minutes—trading punches and circling each other.

There was no love lost in this ring, that was for damn sure, and I was ready for this to be over. I would walk out of here with every bit of the respect I was owed. Fuck anyone who thought otherwise.

Con moved toward me and the circling started again. The cheers and chants from the crowd surrounding the ring in the old warehouse gym seemed to grow every time I glanced beyond the ropes. A flash of blond hair caught my eye as I stepped left and Con shifted to the right.

Vanessa.

She threw her head back and laughed at something said by her redheaded friend, Elle. I turned my attention back to the man in front of me, but my focus wandered again when a huskier, sexier laugh echoed through the room.

My eyes strayed from Con for a second too long as I tried to track down the source of the laughter. Pain burst through my jaw, catching me by surprise, and I stumbled back into the ropes. Using their momentum, I shoved off to the side, my pride stinging from my momentary lapse in concentration. Embarrassed and now thoroughly pissed off, I surged forward and attacked.

One punch. That was all I landed before the bell rang, signaling the end of the round and my very expensive “lesson.”

I pushed off Con, and my knee might have slipped as I stepped back . . . and caught him directly in the balls. It was probably an accident. I huffed out a chuckle, but Con didn’t share my humor.

“Goddamn it!” he roared. “Are you fucking serious?”

It was like stabbing a bull with a matador’s sword, but I was ready for him. I jumped out of the way as Con charged, and shifted into a defensive stance when he swung.

“Should’ve expected a cheap shot from you, motherfucker.” Unrestrained anger flashed over his face as every shred of coaching mentality fled, along with that smug superiority he’d been giving me.

GoodYou aren’t better than me, Leahy. I could buy and sell you a hundred times over.

He might’ve gotten the girl, but I wasn’t going to let him get away with her clean. I wanted blood.

“Should’ve expected you to strut around this ring like a fucking cock of the walk,” I shot back.

Con feinted and swung again, but I’d been studying his movements. I bobbed and weaved, and got the hell out of the way.

I threw my own punch as soon as I had a clean shot. It landed just below Con’s left eye, splitting the skin over his cheekbone and sending blood spattering everywhere.

The taste of victory was sweet. “First blood,” I said under my breath.

Apparently my words weren’t quiet enough because Con’s head snapped up and he glared at me with disgust, as if I needed to be put down like a rabid animal. “This ain’t a fuckin’ duel, you piece of shit.”

“It sure isn’t a friendly competition either.”

“Paid a million to get that cheap shot in, didn’t you?”

My lips twisted into a mocking smile. “I sure didn’t pay a million to have you show me up.”

Con dropped his hands and shook his head. “Just when I thought you weren’t a complete fucking asshole.”

“You were wrong,” I replied, turning for the ropes.

Con’s fists lifted and before I could react, one connected with my cheekbone. The instantaneous gush of blood told me I’d have a scar to match his, but it didn’t matter. One more scar wouldn’t hurt my banged-up face.

I roared as I charged, but I didn’t get the chance to retaliate. Shouts filled the room, and beefy arms wrapped around my body, holding me back.

“You’re not half bad when you’re not being a shady rich prick,” Lord’s voice said in my ear.

I lunged toward Con, but Lord’s grip only tightened. “Get your goddamn hands off me,” I growled at him.

Leaning closer to my ear, he lowered his voice. “When you calm the hell down and realize you’re making an ass of yourself in front of a bunch of kids and women.”

I glanced out to the crowd and read disgust on so many faces, including Vanessa’s. Like it mattered what a single goddamn person in this gym thought of me. I could buy and sell them all.

Lord was still holding me back when Con came toward us. He yanked his gloves off and wiped at the blood still dripping from the gash on his face.

“You’re also not half bad when you’re paying attention—and when you’re not throwing a knee into my nuts. But I think you’ve overstayed your welcome.”

I jerked at the arms trapping me. “Call off your dog, and I’m gone.”

“You ever want another round, it’s gonna cost you two million next time,” Con said.

“For another chance to make you bleed? I’d pay even more.”

Con nodded to his brother, and Lord let me go. The crowd had already started to disperse. The only person in the building who probably didn’t want to run me down in the parking lot was my COO, and arguably my friend, Ryder Colson. And he was nowhere to be seen.

Instead of Colson, I saw a group of women moving toward the door—Vanessa Frost in her white cotton dress, Elle Snyder in her yellow retro number, and two others I didn’t know. One looked familiar with tanned skin the color of honey, her hair in dark waves, and a curvy body displayed by a funky teal dress with hot-pink polka dots. She hooked her hands on her hips, and that husky laugh echoed through the room again. Apparently she was the one who had distracted me in the ring. My eyes didn’t move from her to take in the fourth woman.

Colson came up beside me. “Who knew there’d be so many hot pieces of ass in this shit warehouse?”

I turned toward him. “Give any of them a shot, and you’ll probably find yourself bleeding on the floor.”

Ryder shrugged off my comment. “Go get your shit. I’ll wait.”

He was gone before I could tell him he didn’t need to wait around for me. But then again, he was my only ally in a building full of people who undoubtedly would have preferred to see me KO’d on the floor of the ring. Just one more place I’d never be welcome.

Good thing I didn’t give a fuck.

I’d showed up, gone toe-to-toe with Con, and had taken back a piece of my pride. That was enough.

For today.

I was already thinking of hiring a trainer as I went for my bag.

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Protect and Serve Collection

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From rookie cops to special ops, this collection celebrates all of those who Protect and Serve: This anthology includes never before published novellas from New York Times and USA Today and other bestselling authors.

J.M. Madden – Her Secret Wish

Former Marine pilot Rachel Searles is thrown off balance when handsome and seductive Denver Police officer Dean West comes to her aid in a crash. Will the warrior woman give Dean a chance with her heart?

Sharon Hamilton – True Navy Blue

After a hometown hero sacrifices his life, Zak Chambers is inspired to follow in the legendary SEAL’s footsteps. But his fast and furious high school fling Amy Dobson barges back into his life. Will their explosive reconnection be enough to save her from the terrorists and for a happily ever after?

Amity Cross – Rebel (A Men of The Underground Novella)

Kane “Rebel” Sturgess knows how to fight dirty, and he’s set to make his fortune in illegal cage fighting at The Underground. Undercover detective Charlotte “Charlie” Croft has immersed herself in the life, but she didn’t count on falling for one of the fighters. Her heart or her career. She can’t have both…or can she?

Stacy Green – Shots Fired – A Cage Foster/Delta Detectives novella

A domestic dispute turns into a hostage situation. Can criminal investigator Cage Foster save the victim…or will he become a victim himself?

Jamie Lee Scott – Uncertain Blue (an Uncertain Novella)

When Dane Briggs returns to Uncertain as a rookie cop, he’s reunited with his childhood crush Claire Hamilton after she’s arrested in a drug bust. He wants to save her, but can Dane save someone who isn’t ready to be saved?

Allie K. Adams – Brace for Contact (A TREX & Brace Blend)

When a matter of national security forces top SBI narcotics agent Nash Ashford and TREX cadet Michaela Starr to work together, they’ll have a lot more than their past romance to overcome. Can they track down a deadly drug before it falls into the wrong hands?

Hildie McQueen – Tea, Theft and Scones

Abbie Adams, owner of Sweet Magnolia Tea Shop, helps to investigate a slew of thefts in Whisper, Georgia. But everyone’s hiding something, and just as Abbie closes in on the thief, she becomes the prime suspect.

Cheryl Bradshaw – Dead of Night

After her mother-in-law is fatally stabbed, Wren Bancroft is seen fleeing the house with the bloody knife. Is Wren really the killer, or is a dark, scandalous family secret to blame?

Carra Copeland – Lilah By Midnight

A snowstorm threatens to destroy Lilah Canfield’s last chance to save her career as a country music performer. After her motor coach slides off the road and into a snow bank near her hometown of Mistletoe, Texas, Lilah is rescued by an old flame, Sheriff’s Deputy Jack McCommas. Will Jack help Lilah save her career, or will she give up everything for a second chance at love?

Jenna Bennett – Overcome

When Carmen Fuentes took the oath to serve and protect, she didn’t think she’d have to go undercover and face the very thing that terrifies her. Can she handle it? And can she trust Detective Will Murphy to have her back…and maybe her future?

Danielle Stewart – Running from Shadows

Roark Miller can’t forget the homicide cases he worked in Detroit. When he crosses path with a victim ten years later, he realizes her life is in danger and he needs to act fast. Demi can’t face the truth and Roark won’t stop hunting for answers. Will their love help them survive?

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UNDONE BY HIS KISS by Anabelle Bryant

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A most delicious challenge…

Experience has taught Emily Shaw that men are best avoided, so she’s determined to take her place in society alone and unrestrained by marriage. Renting a room in the heart of London, she establishes a Women’s League to promote equality between the sexes and teach women to be independent.

Jasper St. David isn’t looking for distractions, but he’s fascinated by beautiful, fiercely opinionated Emily when she moves into the office above his. And when he learns of her determination never to succumb to male charms, he can’t help but see it as a challenge! After all, Jasper’s always found nothing more tantalizing than the thrill of the chase…

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Excerpt 1

Undone By His Kiss

She was a beauty, no doubt. All fluster, indignation and tempting female. Her nose tipped up at the end and the fitting observation caused him to smile. Miss Shaw struck him as a female who turned her nose up on a great many things.

He was an easygoing sort. Why he’d become obsessed with a stranger who appeared as relaxed as a wasp’s nest proved baffling. He had more important subjects to consider and the distraction of a lovely female was the last thing he desired, never mind he’d had trouble chasing her memory from his thoughts all day. Still, she fascinated him for some illogical reason. He’d watched her mouth form every word, captivated by her lips, perfectly heart-shaped, plump and kissable, and instead of comprehending her message, he wondered of the taste of her kiss, the feel of tongue.

Terribly done of him, really. Miss Shaw appeared less than interested. Her back had been rigid, her shoulders squared, yet she really was all soft skin and feminine curves.