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Christmas with a SEAL
Tawny Weber
Subject: Navy SEAL Lieutenant Phillip BanksMission: Resist one saucy redhead's attempts to de-Scrooge him…and seduce him!Silversmith Frankie Silvera has lost her creative mojo. And she knows how to get it back–by getting her sexy on with a certain hot sailor. Just the thought of Phillip's hard, Navy-trained body against her, and everything goes molten. He's 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 he's at the mercy of one very determined female who is pulling out all the stops on Operation Christmas–including red-hot lingerie and the promise of oh-so-wicked delights… But does giving in mean giving up everything he's worked for?
Subject: Navy SEAL Lieutenant Phillip Banks
Mission: Resist one saucy redhead’s attempts to de-Scrooge him…and seduce him!
Silversmith Frankie Silvera has lost her creative mojo. And she knows how to get it back—by getting her sexy on with a certain hot sailor. Just the thought of Phillip’s hard, Navy-trained body against her, and everything goes molten. He’s 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 he’s at the mercy of one very determined female who is pulling out all the stops on Operation Christmas—including red-hot lingerie and the promise of oh-so-wicked delights… But does giving in mean giving up everything he’s worked for?
“It’s time for action now…”
Oh, boy.
“Would you like a drink?” Phillip asked. He tucked his fingers under the bodice of Frankie’s dress, just there where the neckline angled from her shoulder to her breasts.
“I’m not very thirsty,” she whispered.
Frankie’s breath caught, her stomach tightening as heat coiled, hot and needy. She didn’t know her moves here. Before, she’d just gone with the fantasy. But tonight?
This wasn’t 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 weren’t a question. She wasn’t even sure they were a suggestion. To her body, they were a command.
One she couldn’t refuse.…
Dear Reader (#ulink_744a49f4-908d-5221-8b6a-6a730d0ab81a),
Don’t you love the holidays? I do! I’m 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 I’m always excited to dive right in.
But Lieutenant Phillip Banks, my hero in Christmas with a SEAL, doesn’t have that same love of the holidays. It’s not that he hates them—he’s 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. Don’t forget to check out my other Uniformly Hot! SEAL stories. You can see them all at www.tawnyweber.com/sexy-seals (http://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 (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR (#ulink_7fc07faa-d763-5284-bc54-c59a8619b813)
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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Big hugs to Helen Sibbrit and Kristin Betthauser
for a great title!
Thanks, sweethearts.
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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 wasn’t just knowing that most of these muscular, sexy men were Navy SEALs that made Frankie’s 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 Lara’s backyard, it wasn’t as if the two women had been close. Lara’s parents had been high-society snobs with very specific ideas of whom their children could associate with, and the granddaughter of their housekeeper wasn’t 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 wasn’t until a few months back, when Lara paid her first visit to her family’s estate in eight years, that the two women had gotten past that awkward “I know you but don’t 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 wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t 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 it’d taken was a bottle of Patron and a tray of Nana’s brownies to finally break through Lara’s defensive shell.
Frankie envied the woman, blown away by how much in love she was with her SEAL. She liked to think she’d be able to pull that off someday. True love, happily ever after, lifelong sex. Maybe in a few years, after she’d reestablished her business, rebuilt her credit and lost five pounds.
Maybe.
“You were wonderful. A friend when I needed one.” Lara squeezed Frankie’s arms before stepping back and fingering her necklace. “And thank you for the early gift. It’s my something new, but I’ll be wearing it all the time.”
Frankie tilted her head and tried to smile. A couple of years ago, she’d 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 she’d been doing great. She’d had a fat contract from two national jewelers and more orders than she could handle. She’d invested in new equipment and leased a studio so she wasn’t working out of her apartment. She’d even treated herself to a hot-off-the-showroom-floor Mini Cooper S convertible.
She’d had the dream. Then she’d blown it.
Nine months ago, she’d gotten the dreaded block.
All of her creative juices had dried up. Everything she made turned out hideous. She’d lost clients, she’d lost contracts, she’d lost her lease.
Six months ago she’d moved in with her grandmother.
Now she was making quirky customized Christmas ornaments to pay the bills. She’d told everyone she was exploring a new phase of art, when in reality all she wanted was what she’d 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 wasn’t getting paid for it.
“Three of my dancer friends asked me if you’d be here,” Lara said with a grin. “They all want you to design special pieces for them, too.”
“I’m not doing jewelry anymore,” Frankie demurred, trying not to sound bitter. For a while she’d hoped that her creativity would be like a feral cat, and if she pretended she wasn’t interested it’d sneak up behind her.
It hadn’t worked.
But Frankie was sure her plan tonight would.
“I told the girls you’d say that, but they’re stubborn. Be prepared to fend off requests.” Lara glanced around, then gave Frankie a wicked grin. “And not just for jewelry. You’re catching a lot of looks, girly.”
Frankie offered her trademark mischievous smile and twisted one red curl around her finger. She didn’t 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 wasn’t to like?
They were enticing as hell, but if she was going to get wild, she only wanted one guy.
“I’m here to celebrate,” Frankie said dismissively. “Not to hook up.”
