Tombstones, the final standalone
novel in the Beekman Hills series by KC Enders is ready to set your heart on
fire. Fans of military and secret baby romance will love this angsty yet
humorous read. It was supposed to be just a month of fun, but neither of them
thought they’d find forever between tragedy and tombstones.
Tombstones by KC Enders
Release: April 15, 2019
Publisher: Self-published
Series: Beekman Hills #3
Genres: Contemporary Romance
No strings. No mess. No complications.
It was supposed to be just a month of fun.
But two blue lines have them both
considering a future that neither of them knew they wanted.
KATE BEARD
Kindergarten teacher.
Tequila connoisseur.
Expert in finding Mr. WRONG.
Ever since Kate discovered the man she
thought she’d marry macking on his boyfriend, she has had nothing but bad luck
in love.
What she needs is a fresh start.
When MURPHY and his damn LAW drop the
perfect man right in front of her, it’s just her luck that he’s only there
temporarily.
WYATT JACKSON
Captain, Special Forces.
Confirmed bachelor.
In the running for uncle of the year.
One month stateside to enjoy top-shelf
tequila, lose himself in a gorgeous woman, an to try and forget the desert.
What he needed was a reset. What he got,
was a sassy southern woman hellbent on bringing him to his knees.
Neither thought they’d find forever
between tragedy and tombstones.
Excerpt
Copyright @ 2019 KC Enders
I startle Martha laying a hand on her back as
she’s gunning for my class table. “Little Mr. Triplett needs a write-up to the
office, Miss Beard. In fact, I was just about to take him down there and get
things back in order here,” she huffs at me. Martha is the elementary school
equivalent of the SWAT. She runs a tight ship, and nobody messes with that.
“Yeah, Jake’s had a rough morning, but let’s
give him a hot minute and just see if he can pull himself out of whatever this
is. What’s he been doing?” I ask glancing over my shoulder toward the table
reserved for my students.
Hot damn.
That is most definitely not one of my
kindergartners.
Making a show of fanning myself, I tease,
“Miss Martha, you sure you don’t just want to go over there and flirt with that
fine specimen of man sitting next to Jake?” Because holy fuck is he ever?
Martha pauses and looks at the tall man folded
awkwardly into the bench and table combo that perfectly fits our smallest
students. “Miss Beard,” she says exasperatedly. “I’m old enough to be his
mother.” She flutters her hand at her throat, clutching at the neck of the
candy cane printed turtleneck that complements her black sweater vest, presents
and bows appliqued festively down the front.
“Doesn’t mean you can’t look.” I hit her with
a wink and lean in conspiratorially. “You calling dibs on him? Or can I go see
what has Jake all riled up?”
“Dear Lord, you’re just terrible,” she
mutters.
The man sitting smack dab in the middle of the
bench is obviously a source of great interest to my kids. Jake alternates
between sitting so close to the man a piece of tissue paper would feel
squished, and standing, holding court with his tall, muscly friend. Probably
his dad. He did mention that his father was home earlier. He’s got all the
tell-tale patience of a father visiting his excited kiddo at school. Helping
each child open whatever container or snack bag they hand him. Chatting with
each of them in turn.
Chloe Triplett is a very lucky woman if that man
is warming her bed at night—when he’s in town, anyway. His broad shoulders test
the tensile strength of the fabric of his plaid shirt, molding almost
poetically around a muscular back, tapering in that perfect V to a well-formed
ass. God forgive me for lusting after my student’s father-please and thank you.
I pray silently.
Closely cropped dark brown hair fades into
maybe two-day scruff that peppers a strong jawline. Plump lips hitch up when
the question of the moment is interrupted by Amelia telling him he’s got pretty
eyes. His shoulders shake ever so slightly as he rumbles out a “thank you, and
so do you.” Be still my heart.
Author KC Enders
Karin is a New York
Girl living in a Midwest world. A connoisseur of great words, fine bourbon, and
strong coffee, she’s married to the love of her life who is also her best
friend. The mother of two grown men, she is proud to say that they can cook and
clean up after themselves, and always open doors for the ladies (you’re
welcome, world). Even though her boys no longer live at home, the big dogs
she’s rescued have taken up their empty space.
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