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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
sassy southern woman hellbent on bringing him to
his knees.
Neither thought they’d find forever between tragedy
and tombstones.
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.
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.
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, 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.
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?”
“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.
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.
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.
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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