Small Town Mountain Daddy

"Three babies?? This has got to be a mistake."

NOW AN AMAZON TOP 90 BESTSELLER!!

How did this happen?
Ezra is the last guy I should be creating a human with.
Never mind THREE.
Sure he's sinfully hot...
But he's also a cocky Neanderthal.
And the man who bullied me since I can remember.

One major lapse in judgement leads to three heartbeats in my sonogram visit.
I'm in a real predicament, but I know one thing is certain: these babies won't pay for my mistake.

Now, I need to work up the courage to tell their father - and my heart is beating a million miles a minute!!!



K.C. Crowne is an Amazon US Top 8 Bestselling Author.

Reader note: This is a FULLY standalone novel from my Mountain Men of Liberty Series, and a small town mountain man's babies, rivals to lovers romance. This is Ezra and Rebecca's story. Each book can be read on it's own. Transport yourself into the charming and magical town of Liberty, Utah as we follow several rugged mountain men in their quests to find lasting love on the mountains. Enjoy. I know I did!

“As your valedictorian, I just want to say that it’s been a pleasure attending Liberty High School with each and every one of you. We’re lucky that we went to a school that’s small enough to know everyone in our class, and I can say, without a doubt, that I’ve made memories with everyone sitting here today - memories I won’t soon forget. Like the time Bex-- err, Rebecca Holland and I competed against each other in the first grade spelling bee.”
My ears perked up at hearing my name. Ezra Carpenter was talking about me, during his speech? I wiped the tears from my eyes and sat up straight in my seat as people glanced at me as Ezra continued his story.
He chuckled as his hazel eyes turned toward me. I averted my gaze as I wiped at my eyes. “She wiped the floor with me that day, and I’ll always remember it because I made a promise to myself that I would never let her beat me again. And wouldn’t you know, in second grade, it was her against me again, in the finals, and I won that year, and the next year as well. You see, my rivalry with Rebecca pushed me to be a better student, and I credit her with helping me get where I am today. Hats off to a formidable rival.”
Those words, while sounding a lot like a compliment, stung more than they should have. Yes, he was talking about elementary school, but our rivalry lived on from that day forward, and while he might have positive memories of beating me at the spelling bee for years after that, I had different memories - ones that made tears well up in my eyes again.
Ezra Carpenter had managed to beat me again. First in our class. First in basically everything we ever did. Yet again, I was second.
Ezra had moved on to talk about memories with another student, one of his football buddies and some practical jokes that apparently helped him learn about respect.
I knew, deep down, that the problem wasn’t Ezra Carpenter - the problem was me. I was the one who missed a question on my Calculus final. One question. That was all it took because we were neck and neck in regard to our GPA. Ezra edged me out for the top spot in our class.
Little did anyone know, the reason I missed the question wasn’t for lack of studying or even that I just didn’t know. That was why I was crying.
A week prior to the final, my mother had a cancer scare, a suspicious mass in her ovaries. It ended up being benign but hearing the words “Your mom might have cancer” was enough to rattle me. I hadn’t been sleeping well, I couldn’t focus on anything, because all I could think about was my mom and what she was dealing with, how she’d probably lose her job, how we might not be able to afford cancer treatment, how I could lose her… I totally blanked on a question I should have known the answer to and messed up.
I’d been shaken ever since, and while losing the top spot in my class shouldn’t have bothered me that much, it did. It was yet another opportunity I had lost, including a scholarship I had hoped would pay for my tuition at my dream school, Acadia University in Salt Lake City, a private college far too expensive for me to afford.