Title: Tombstones
Publish Date: April 15, 2019
Book Blurb: 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.
Review: I am so glad I discovered KC Enders last year, when I started reading more romance again. I loved this book from the very start because the characters are so powerful and so real. It is impossible not to love these two.
Kate is a NYC school teacher. (She's the second teacher heroine I've read about in the last few weeks.) She's a southern transplant and super sassy, with a history of some bad dates. OK really bad dates.
Jack is home on leave for a month and really just looking for a Miss Right now.
Oh and then there's the matter of the little boy, who is Jack's bff's son. He is quite possibly the most precious child I've encountered in any book I've read.
I just don't know where to begin with this book. Its funny, its sad, its fabulous. It combines two tropes, unplanned pregnancy and military romance, two that I don't usually pick, but it was done so well here. This book is perfect!
There is one scene with a condom very early on in the book that had me laughing out loud. This type of scene isn't what I'd expect in any romance I've read, and it had me in absolute stitches.
Near the end your heart may be yanked out and tossed on the floor, because OMG the heartbreaking loss and feels. I was gutted for awhile there with all the emotions this story gave me.
KC Enders is up there with Andrea Johnston as one of my favorite authors now.
Rating: 5 flowers
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.
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?
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.
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.
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.
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.
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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