Subject: Navy SEAL Lieutenant Phillip Banks
Mission: Resist one saucy redheads attempts to de-Scrooge himand seduce him!
Silversmith Frankie Silvera has lost her creative mojo. And she knows how to get it backby getting her sexy on with a certain hot sailor. Just the thought of Phillips hard, Navy-trained body against her, and everything goes molten. Hes the inspiration Frankie needs for the holidays!
Navy SEAL Phillip Banks is the prince of protocol. But after his last mission went horribly off-course, all of that control has dissipated. Now hes at the mercy of one very determined female who is pulling out all the stops on Operation Christmasincluding red-hot lingerie and the promise of oh-so-wicked delights But does giving in mean giving up everything hes worked for?
Its time for action now
Oh, boy.
Would you like a drink? Phillip asked. He tucked his fingers under the bodice of Frankies dress, just there where the neckline angled from her shoulder to her breasts.
Im not very thirsty, she whispered.
Frankies breath caught, her stomach tightening as heat coiled, hot and needy. She didnt know her moves here. Before, shed just gone with the fantasy. But tonight?
This wasnt a fantasy, this was real.
Phillip hooked a finger in her dress, his knuckle sinking into her cleavage. His eyes locked on hers as he used it to pull her closer.
His lips were so close.
Then he brushed those lips over hers. Soft. So soft.
His tongue slid along the seam of her mouth, teasing one corner and then the other.
Delicious. So delicious.
His hands were warm on her back, his body hard against hers.
He leaned back, enough to look into her eyes. He must have liked what he saw there, because he nodded.
Upstairs.
His quiet words werent a question. She wasnt even sure they were a suggestion. To her body, they were a command.
One she couldnt refuse.
Dear Reader,
Dont you love the holidays? I do! Im a total glutton for the season, everything from decorating to crafts to food Oh, the food! To me, there is something magical about the season and Im always excited to dive right in.
But Lieutenant Phillip Banks, my hero in Christmas with a SEAL, doesnt have that same love of the holidays. Its not that he hates themhes simply indifferent. Enter Frankie Silvera, who is bound and determined to show Phillip the joy of the season and fill his heart with Merry. It made for a very interesting holiday for both of them, I think.
I hope you have a fun time with Christmas with a SEAL. Dont forget to check out my other Uniformly Hot! SEAL stories. You can see them all at www.tawnyweber.com/sexy-seals. I hope, too, that you have a fabulous holiday, filled with warm wishes, joyful memories and lots of great food!
Hugs,
Tawny Weber
Christmas with a SEAL
Tawny Weber
www.millsandboon.co.uk
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
A New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author of over thirty hot books, TAWNY WEBER has been writing sassy, sexy romances since her first Mills & Boon Blaze book was published in 2007. A fan of Johnny Depp, cupcakes and color coordination, she spends a lot of her time shopping for cute shoes, scrapbooking and hanging out on Facebook.
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Contents
Cover
Back Cover Text
Introduction
Dear Reader
Title Page
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dedication
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IF SHE HAD a fairy godmother, Frankie Silvera would be sending her a big ol thank-you bouquet for giving her the perfect opportunity to make some of her naughtiest dreams come true.
Or maybe it was her creative muse.
This was the kind of place that definitely inspired creativity. The Las Vegas penthouse was a kaleidoscope of sensations. Neon lights glinted off sparkling chandeliers, sending colorful sparkles over the crowd of partyers. Dressed in everything from sequins to plastic, denim to silk, bodies filled the room, covering the leather couches, perched on chrome stools around the horseshoe bar and flowing onto the dance floor.
Accentuating it all were intense music, free-flowing booze and men. So, so many men.
And, oh, baby, they were gorgeous.
It wasnt just knowing that most of these muscular, sexy men were Navy SEALs that made Frankies insides dance. It was knowing that somewhere among them was her dream hottie and the answer to all of her problems.
She just had to find him.
Frankie!
Frankie had barely turned around before a pair of arms engulfed her.
Lara, this is so fabulous. Frankie leaned back to take a good look at the other woman. Not as fabulous as you, though. Wow, you look great.
Not a lie. Lara Banks had always been gorgeous. Tall and exotic with big green eyes and a body that made men drool. But today, she actually glowed. Her white satin dress was short and sassy, her auburn hair cut at a wicked angle and her Jimmy Choos put her a couple inches over six foot.
You look good, too. Thank you for being here, Lara said, as if she really meant it.
Not that Frankie would blame her for just being polite. Despite having practically grown up in Laras backyard, it wasnt as if the two women had been close. Laras parents had been high-society snobs with very specific ideas of whom their children could associate with, and the granddaughter of their housekeeper wasnt on their list. Not that that would have mattered to Lara. But Lara had been totally absorbed in dance, running away at seventeen to dance on Broadway.
It wasnt until a few months back, when Lara paid her first visit to her familys estate in eight years, that the two women had gotten past that awkward I know you but dont remember much more stage.
Thanks for inviting me to the wedding, Frankie said. I have to say, when you do things, you definitely do them your way. This is amazing.
I wouldnt be here if it wasnt for you, Lara murmured, pulling Frankie close for another hug.
Sure, you would. I just got you drunk and let you talk, Frankie said with a laugh. All itd taken was a bottle of Patron and a tray of Nanas brownies to finally break through Laras defensive shell.
Frankie envied the woman, blown away by how much in love she was with her SEAL. She liked to think shed be able to pull that off someday. True love, happily ever after, lifelong sex. Maybe in a few years, after shed reestablished her business, rebuilt her credit and lost five pounds.
Maybe.
You were wonderful. A friend when I needed one. Lara squeezed Frankies arms before stepping back and fingering her necklace. And thank you for the early gift. Its my something new, but Ill be wearing it all the time.
Frankie tilted her head and tried to smile. A couple of years ago, shed been celebrated in various circles, written up in magazines and on her way to building a stellar reputation as a gifted silversmith who specialized in quirky elegance. People had been lining up for her jewelry, and shed been doing great. Shed had a fat contract from two national jewelers and more orders than she could handle. Shed invested in new equipment and leased a studio so she wasnt working out of her apartment. Shed even treated herself to a hot-off-the-showroom-floor Mini Cooper S convertible.
Shed had the dream. Then shed blown it.
Nine months ago, shed gotten the dreaded block.
All of her creative juices had dried up. Everything she made turned out hideous. Shed lost clients, shed lost contracts, shed lost her lease.
Six months ago shed moved in with her grandmother.
Now she was making quirky customized Christmas ornaments to pay the bills. Shed told everyone she was exploring a new phase of art, when in reality all she wanted was what shed had before.
She eyed the necklace, seriously proud of how it had turned out. With its edgy geometric shapes of copper, silver and bronze, it was perfect for Lara. Apparently she could only create great jewelry if she wasnt getting paid for it.
Three of my dancer friends asked me if youd be here, Lara said with a grin. They all want you to design special pieces for them, too.
Im not doing jewelry anymore, Frankie demurred, trying not to sound bitter. For a while shed hoped that her creativity would be like a feral cat, and if she pretended she wasnt interested itd sneak up behind her.
It hadnt worked.
But Frankie was sure her plan tonight would.
I told the girls youd say that, but theyre stubborn. Be prepared to fend off requests. Lara glanced around, then gave Frankie a wicked grin. And not just for jewelry. Youre catching a lot of looks, girly.
Frankie offered her trademark mischievous smile and twisted one red curl around her finger. She didnt need to look around to confirm that. A girl always knew when guys were checking out her ass.
See anything you like? Lara asked.
A room full of sexy guys with smoking-hot bodies?
What wasnt to like?
They were enticing as hell, but if she was going to get wild, she only wanted one guy.
Im here to celebrate, Frankie said dismissively. Not to hook up.
Youre in Las Vegas, Frankie. Go wild. Have fun. Lara laughed. Dont forget, what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.
Tempting, but Im not the wild Vegas type, Frankie told her, keeping her secret dream just thatsecret. After all, she and Lara might have practically grown up together, but they werent close enough for Frankie to share her hope of finding a guy shed only seen a handful of times over the past ten years and seducing him.
Especially not when the guy was Laras brother.
You are so the wild type, Lara claimed, grabbing two glasses of champagne off a passing waiters tray.
Me? Wild? Frankie pressed her hand to her chest and laughed before taking one of the glasses with a nod of thanks.
Wasnt it you who was caught skinny-dipping in the high school swimming pool? Lara sipped her bubbly and arched her brow. You used to have blue hair and go to raves, right?
I just went for the dancing. And the blue seriously clashed with my freckles. Frankie grimaced. But thats not wild. It just proves that I had questionable taste in hairstyles.
Okay, Lara murmured. So it wasnt you who constructed a metal elephant in the principals office your senior year, led a protest against school lunches in sixth grade and had a childhood reputation for streaking.
Frankie pressed her lips together to hold back her giggle.
Well, that streaking does show a wild side, she acknowledged. Of course, I was three at the time.
She looked around the room, wondering if she could still pull it off. Granted, she wasnt three anymore, but she still had dimples on her butt. That had to be worth something.