What’s more cliché than
falling for a guy in a band or pinning for the one who got away? Find
out in TUNES by KC Enders, a Beekman Hills novel where a no-strings
spring break fling turns into something more for Gracyn George and
rocker Gavin Keller. Fans of A.L. Jackson’s STAY, DRUMLINE by Stacy
Kestwick, and authors Jiffy Kate & Winter Renshaw will love this
spicy and angsty second-chance romance.
Title:
Tunes
Author: KC
Enders
Release
Date: October 1,
2018
Publisher:
Self-published
Series:
Beekman Hills #2
Genres:
New Adult
Romance
Word Count: 73K
Format:
Paperback & digital
Synopsis:
What’s
more cliché than falling for a guy in a band?
A
no-strings fling is all it was meant to be for Gracyn George. Sun,
sand, sex, and then move on. That was before he strummed his way into
her life. Each note leaving a tingle in her spine, their lasting
melodies burned into her memory.
What’s
more cliché than pining for the one who got away?
Gavin
Keller has sacrificed far too much to chase after the girl who snuck
out in the middle of the night and left him wondering, What if …
No
matter how high his star rises or how many sold-out shows he plays,
he ends each concert scanning the audience for her.
What
was supposed to be temporary becomes a longing neither is willing to
let go. After months of trying to move on, can they sync the tunes in
their hearts?
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TUNES
Excerpt
Copyright
© 2018 KC Enders
Gavin
Gracyn’s
gone. She fucking left me in the middle of the night, buck-ass naked
and in her bed.
I
waited more than an hour for her to come back from wherever she’d
scampered off to, almost certain that she’d just gone out to grab
us some breakfast. Took a shower and threw on my clothes from last
night. Well, my board shorts because my favorite fucking shirt was
gone, too.
No
Gracyn.
No
note.
No
shirt.
Nothing.
The
sun blazes down on my bare shoulders as I walk back to my shitty
motel. It’s petty and stupid, but I’m too pissed off to put on a
different T-shirt. It’s the principle.
My
fist connects with Ian’s door with three solid thumps. The last
thing I want to do is walk in on him getting ass when my chick had
taken her fill and bailed on me. No fucking way I feel like dealing
with his shit over this. I don’t want to hear it.
“Dude,
you good?” I call as I hit the door again.
“S’open,”
Nate yells. “Hey, didn’t think we’d see you today. She leaves
tomorrow, right? That chick you’ve been hanging with all week,”
he asks, looking away from the movie he’s watching, head propped up
against the headboard of his bed.
“Fuck,
man. Forgot we swapped rooms. I’ll—”
Ian
looks up from his laptop and leans back, the colorful tats shifting
as he folds his arms across his chest. “Jesus, what did she do?
Steal your clothes and skip town?” The disgusted look on his face
probably mirrors my own.
The
door closes behind me as I cross the room and sit my ass down on the
edge of the empty bed. I dig through Ian’s pack for a T-shirt. I
pull on the first one I find, not caring if it’s clean, and flop
back, staring at the water stains blooming across the ceiling by the
bathroom. Hopefully, it’s the shower leaking in the room above us
and not the shitter.
What
the fuck happened? Why did she leave like that?
“Gavin?
Seriously, man, what happened?” Nate’s sitting on the edge of his
bed, features twisted in concern.
“I
don’t know. I woke up, and she was gone.”
“Gone?
Or out for a minute?”
“Gone.
Left. Bags packed, including my fucking shirt. Just gone.” No
matter how many times I go over it in my mind, it doesn’t congeal
into anything that makes sense.
“Shit,
man. That sucks balls,” Ian mumbles as he goes back to tapping at
his keyboard. “What’re you gonna do? You text her yet?”
If
only.
I
run my hands through my hair, gathering it in my fists, and blow out
a frustrated breath. “I don’t have her number.”
“Wait,
what? You spent all fucking week with her. How do you not have her
number?”
I
roll my head to the side, so he can see just how fucking miserable I
am. “I spent all fucking week with her. I didn’t really need it …
until now.” Jesus,
this is the worst. “What
time are we playing tonight?”
“Ten,
down on the beach. So … nothing? You got nothing? No way to find
her?” Nate asks.
“Fuck.
No, not really. Just a general idea of where she goes to school, and
… no, I don’t even have a last name. I mean, I’m sure I could
try to stalk the shit out of her, but she bolted, man.”
“Yeah
… I guess she just wasn’t that into you, man. Fucked the rocker
on spring break and went back to her Ivy League boyfriend.” As soon
as the words leave his mouth, Ian cringes, gritting his teeth and
sucking a breath through them. “Sorry, shit. I didn’t mean …”
“Whatever.”
I pull out my phone, hoping there’s a message, but this day is
nothing but all kinds of disappointments. I pop my earbuds in and
pull up my post-show playlist. I crank some old school ’70s disco
to clear my mind. And hopefully drift off to sleep.
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About
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, open car doors for the
ladies, and clean up after themselves (you’re welcome, world). Even
though her boys no longer live at home, the three dogs she’s
rescued have taken up their empty space.
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