Veronica Sullivan’s seemingly idyllic life gets turned on its head when she confronts her husband about his infidelity. Desperate to maintain his image as the State’s District Attorney and salvage their marriage, he proposes a shocking solution—Veronica can indulge in her own affair, but only under his supervision.
As she embarks on this unconventional journey, Veronica meets Ronan, an enigmatic hitman haunted by his past who has a shared interest. They have an unmistakable, unquenchable connection, yet Veronica guards her own secrets closely, especially as a series of unsettling disappearances and murders grip the city. No matter how hard Veronica tries to deny it, there’s something about Ronan that keeps making her go back for more…
Veronica and Ronan’s passionate affair unfolds into a riveting tale of suspense and dark truths, proving some secrets can never stay buried no matter how hard you try.
Veronica Sullivan’s seemingly idyllic life gets turned on its head when she confronts her husband about his infidelity. Desperate to maintain his image as the State’s District Attorney and salvage their marriage, he proposes a shocking solution—Veronica can indulge in her own affair, but only under his supervision.
As she embarks on this unconventional journey, Veronica meets Ronan, an enigmatic hitman haunted by his past who has a shared interest. They have an unmistakable, unquenchable connection, yet Veronica guards her own secrets closely, especially as a series of unsettling disappearances and murders grip the city. No matter how hard Veronica tries to deny it, there’s something about Ronan that keeps making her go back for more…
Veronica and Ronan’s passionate affair unfolds into a riveting tale of suspense and dark truths, proving some secrets can never stay buried no matter how hard you try.
I don’t remember the sound, just the silence after. It felt thick and wrong, like the world had forgotten to breathe.
Steam rises as I press my fingertips to my throbbing forehead just beneath the hairline. Loose strands of my pulled-back hair dance in the slight breeze moving toward me. The silence is unsettling, interrupted only by the ringing in my ears and a lingering hiss like a venomous snake.
My movements are slow, and my mouth hangs open. Pain surges through my skull as the pads of my fingers dig deeper into my flesh. Peeling my hand away, I see a thick, red liquid dripping down.
Blood.
But is it mine?
I blink rapidly, straining to focus as I survey the scene before me. Sweat trickles down my brows and the burning sensation makes it unbearable to keep my eyelids open.
I pick up my phone and dial without thinking as panic builds in my chest. I take a few steps forward; my legs functioning solely on muscle memory. I’m only feet away from the chaos that erupted mere moments ago—close enough to crouch down and touch the body sprawled across the concrete. Bloodied and mangled, a once-attractive face is now unrecognizable. The body’s limbs curve and bend at unnatural angles.
I did this.
This is my fault.
The chime of an outgoing call abruptly stops, and I strain for the familiar voice.
“Sorry I missed your call…”
Voicemail.
Anxiety fills my lungs. If I can’t get hold of him, there is no one else I can call. No one else can help me.
I end the call and immediately tap the number to redial.
My breaths come in heavy rasps. A tidal wave of impatience cascades over me. I’m so fucked. So absolutely fucked.
A groggy, muffled voice answers after the fourth ring. For a fleeting second, relief washes through me, but then I remember why I’m calling. The reason I’m standing here, covered in blood.
The familiar voice is thick with sleep and lined with irritation. “Why are you calling so late—”
I don’t let him finish before blurting out what I hope are coherent words.
“I need your help,” I whisper, my voice breaking as I choke back sobs. “I think I killed him.”
Nicole J. Owens’ Beneath Your Lies is a gripping and provocative blend of romantic suspense, psychological intrigue, and feminine fury. From the first page, this story captures attention and refuses to let go, drawing readers into a high-stakes game of secrets, power, and passion.
At the center is Veronica Sullivan, the poised wife of the State’s District Attorney, whose polished world fractures when she confronts her husband about his infidelity. In a shocking twist, he offers her the freedom to pursue her own affair—under his control. What begins as a toxic power play quickly spirals into something far more dangerous when Veronica meets Ronan, a haunted hitman with his own buried past.
Told through dual points of view, the story explores the depths of each character’s trauma and desire. Veronica’s arc, in particular, stands out as a searing portrait of feminine rage—measured, contained, and then devastatingly unleashed. Owens paints her not as a passive participant in her life’s unraveling, but as a woman slowly reclaiming power on her own terms. Ronan, meanwhile, is more than just the archetypal bad boy; his vulnerability and emotional scars add dimension to a character who could easily have been one-note.
What sets Beneath Your Lies apart is its ability to balance high-heat romance with a compelling undercurrent of suspense. The chemistry between Veronica and Ronan is electric, their scenes containing all the tension and desire you want in a romance. As a series of disturbing disappearances grips the city, the novel evolves into a thriller, culminating in a twisty, satisfying finale that both rewards and leaves room for more.
Razor-sharp pacing makes this a story that begs to be read in one sitting. Seamlessly moving between slow-burning character moments and explosive plot turns; the result is a novel that feels bold, cinematic, and unapologetically dark.
Beneath Your Lies is a standout in the spicy romantic suspense genre—intelligent, emotionally charged, and brimming with intensity. Fans of morally complex characters and thrillers with a seductive edge will find plenty to devour.