Frohe Weihnachten! (That’s Merry Christmas in German)
It’s release day for The One You Can’t Keep: A Single Dad Holiday Romance.
It started as a holiday fling. Will it end in heartbreak?
Klara
After a heart-smashing divorce, a fresh start on an Army base in Germany is exactly what I need. No more whispers behind my back. No more pitying glances.
My new teaching job is my refuge, until…
Logan, a hunky single-soldier dad struggling to help his defiant son.
From that first meeting, our attraction sizzles.
But a forbidden fling with my student’s father could destroy my career and crush my heart.
Logan
Military life almost cost me my son.
After a bitter split, one yearly visit is all we’re allowed—until Cody lands on my far-flung doorstep.
I’m determined to give him the stability he’s never had, despite his belligerent teenage attitude.
My hunger for his hot, compassionate teacher is a secret I’ve got to keep undercover.
But I’m a soldier, not a saint.
And Cody’s not a fool.
The clock on our Christmas romance is ticking, and neither of us is ready for goodbye.
Come to Kittburg, Germany for a heart-warming love story with found family, second chances, and a Christmas to remember!
Get The One You Can’t KeepExcerpt:
Here’s Logan helping Klara chaperone her son’s class on a field trip to the outdoor Christmas market in Trier.
“So tell me, Klara, how did you come to teach German?”
“Ah.” She gestures with her spoon while she chews. “I grew up in a Wisconsin town where half the people have German names. We had Oktoberfest, Karneval Club, sang German Christmas carols in church, so of course I took German in college. Turns out I was pretty good at it, so I changed my major from PE to foreign language instruction, and here I am.”
“PE, huh?” She’s tall, long-limbed, and moves with surefooted grace. “Basketball?”
“Swimming, actually.” She brings her hands to her cheeks and flaps them like fish fins. “I’m a Pisces. I was born to swim.”
“And how do you say Pisces in German?”
“Fische, of course.” She looks me up and down. “Let me guess, you’re a…Taurus?”
“Are you calling me bullheaded?”
Laughing, she raises her hands, palms out. “Your words, not mine.”
“I’m a Capricorn.”
“Yeah, I can see that. Goat people are very disciplined and responsible. Good leaders.”
I rub the back of my neck. “Astrology, huh? I didn’t take you for the woo-woo type.”
“Pffsht.” She gives a dismissive wave. “I just like to read my horoscope in the Stars and Stripes. My best friend is a Capricorn, so I look at hers too.”
A dozen paces ahead of us, the kids check out a display of goofy hats, some with googly eyes, some with animal ears, others with tentacles. To my astonishment, Cody asks the vendor something in German.
I wipe sweet custard from my lips. “Huh. Looks like he’s learning more than he lets on. At home, he insists he can’t pronounce German.”
“Typical. Chalk it up to Christmas magic, eh? Even the glummest kid finds something to smile about at the Weihnachtsmarkt.”
“Sheesh, that’s a mouthful.”
Klara’s lips twitch as she watches me try to pronounce the word, but to her credit, she doesn’t laugh. “Good try. Watch my mouth.”
She articulates the word again, exaggerating each syllable, but my brain blanks out, hypnotized by those plush lips, the tip of her pink tongue moving behind her teeth…
I flush hot enough to melt the gray, slushy snow at our feet.
Just my luck, right? The first woman in ages who makes my heart rev and my knees wobble, and she’s my kid’s teacher. Off limits.
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