Thursday, April 18, 2019

SPOTLIGHT TOUR: TOMBSTONES (BEEKMAN HILLS) BY KC ENDERS

 

 


Review & Excerpt Tour for TOMBSTONES by KC Enders

 


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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.

 









 


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, and 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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