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A soft laugh came from the open door. “From what I’ve seen, I highly doubt it.” Bree opened her mouth to spew something else, but I shut her down. “Get gone. I don’t ever want to see you near my shop again.” Bree’s flinty eyes narrowed as she shouldered her purse. “Fuck you, Lord. You think you’re better than me? Not a chance. You’re just thievin’ street scum. Fuck you.” “And now she’s getting repetitious,” the husky female voice commented from behind me. Lip curling in disgust, Bree turned and marched toward the street corner, never looking back. “Her exit could totally use some work, but all-in-all, that was one hell of a welcome.” I turned to survey the woman standing in the doorway of Chains. Even without a photographic memory, I didn’t think I’d ever forget this particular pose: One arm braced on the doorframe and the other propped on her hip, a green dress huggin curves that had my entire body sitting up and taking notice. Matched with the long, curling red hair, she was a goddamn knockout. “You lost, sweet thing?” She stepped out of the doorway onto the sidewalk and tore the help wanted sign off the bottom corner of the front window. Holding it between two fingers, she smiled. “Nope. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m your newest employee.”    
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/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MeghanMarchAuthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/Meghan_March Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8184875.Meghan_March   Catch Up on the Beneath Series: Beneath This Mask (Beneath #1) He loves me, and he doesn’t even know my real name. The limelight that follows him could expose everything I’m hiding. But even knowing the risks, I can’t force myself to stay away. I’m going to break his heart, but mine will shatter right along with it. Will we lose it all when I reveal what’s beneath this mask? Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22458416-beneath-this-mask Buy Links: Kindle: http://amzn.to/1csyHrZ Nook: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beneath-this-mask-meghan-march/1120411933?ean=9780990404828 iTunes/iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/beneath-this-mask/id923805936?mt=11&uo=4 Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Meghan_March_Beneath_This_Mask?id=SAijBAAAQBAJ Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/beneath-this-mask     Beneath This Ink (Beneath #2) 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?   Buy links: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1d8pGVL BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/beneath-this-ink-meghan-march/1121197860?ean=9780990404835 Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/beneath-this-ink iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id963601398?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D6%2522%2520target%253D%2522itunes_store Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details/Meghan_March_Beneath_This_Ink?id=YaCTBgAAQBAJ&hl=en   Special Contest Alert! From now until June 15^th, enter to win a $100 gift card with the rafflecopter below. And stay tuned – Meghan will be posting an exclusive interview with Con and Lord shortly after release!   a Rafflecopter giveaway

 

“You get all self-righteous with me about a little cash while you basically steal from people? Giving ‘em twenty dollars for their shit? Like you’re one to judge.”

A little cash? She’d skimmed enough to buy a nice used car, and I’d been too trusting to even realize it until the numbers hadn’t added up in a big way.

She slowed near the guitars at the front of the store and malicious glee lit her eyes.

She wouldn’t.

Oh, but she did.

Bree grabbed a guitar and swung it toward the rack as the chimes above the front door jangled. Wood crashed against wood, and two female screeches erupted.

Shit … if she injured a customer…

I charged Bree and ripped the guitar from her hands before she could swing again. A swirl of red hair caught my attention as the other woman dodged out of the strike zone.

Bree struggled against my hold, and I wondered if I was going to end up with a face full of the acrylic claws tearing at my arms. “Let go of me, you asshole!”

 “Whoa, boss. Getting the door for ya.” Mathieu bolted across the shop and yanked the door open again. I hustled Bree out and set her free on the sidewalk.

She spun to face Mathieu and me. “You’re gonna regret this,” she hissed. “I swear, you will.”

A soft laugh came from the open door. “From what I’ve seen, I highly doubt it.”

Bree opened her mouth to spew something else, but I shut her down. “Get gone. I don’t ever wanna see you near my shop again.”

Bree’s flinty eyes narrowed as she shouldered her purse. “Fuck you, Lord. You think you’re better than me? Not a chance. You’re just thievin’ street scum. Fuck you.”

“And now she’s getting repetitious,” the husky female voice commented from behind me.

Lip curling in disgust, Bree turned and marched toward the corner, never looking back.

“Her exit could totally use some work, but all-in-all, that was one hell of a welcome.”

I turned to survey the woman standing in the doorway of Chains. Even without a photographic memory, I didn’t think I’d ever forget this particular pose: one arm braced on the doorframe and the other propped on her hip, a green dress hugging curves that had my entire body sitting up and taking notice. Matched with her long, curling red hair, she was a goddamn knockout. What the hell is she doing here?

“You lost, sweet thing?”

She stepped onto the sidewalk and tore the HELP WANTED sign off the bottom corner of the front window. Holding it between two fingers, she smiled. “Nope. I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be. I’m your newest employee.”