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      A BABY FOR CHRISTMAS?

      Tiffany Lawson promised herself that she would never, ever give her heart to a man again. Now she’s a pregnant former rodeo queen and ex-debutante struggling to support her mother and grandmother. She’s already picked out the perfect adoptive parents, but cowboy Navy SEAL Rowdy Jones isn’t letting anyone take his child.

      Rowdy loves the rush that comes from being a Navy SEAL, but finding out he’s about to become a dad? That trumps everything. While he and Tiffany shared only one night, Rowdy’s determined to do right by her and their baby. His next mission—to win Tiffany and keep his son—might be his toughest yet…

      How many times had he proposed?

      Funny, but accepting Rowdy’s offer of marriage struck Tiffany as a cop-out. They were virtual strangers. Aside from their lone hot night, they had nothing in common. Sure, the baby was half his responsibility, but the last thing she wanted was for him to feel trapped.

      Most important, Tiffany deserved more than what would essentially be a marriage of convenience. If she ever married again, it would be forever. Rowdy was sweet, but not exactly a forever kind of guy.

      “Need help?”

      She looked up to find him kneeling alongside her.

      His face was close enough to hers that with minimum effort, she could have leaned forward to press her lips to his. She could have. And it was an undeniable fact that kissing him would feel beyond amazing. Sublime. But what would that solve? There was no denying their physical chemistry.

      But that had nothing to do with the kind of love it took to sustain a forever kind of marriage…

      The Cowboy Seal’s Jingle Bell Baby

      Laura Marie Altom

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       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      LAURA MARIE ALTOM is a bestselling and award-winning author who has penned nearly fifty books. After college (go, Hogs!), Laura Marie did a brief stint as an interior designer before becoming a stay-at-home mom to boy-girl twins and a bonus son. Always an avid romance reader, she knew it was time to try her hand at writing when she found herself replotting the afternoon soaps.

      When not immersed in her next story, Laura plays video games, tackles Mount Laundry and, of course, reads romance!

      Laura loves hearing from readers at either PO Box 2074, Tulsa, OK 74101, or by email, [email protected].

      Love winning fun stuff? Check out lauramariealtom.com.

      When I asked my daughter who this book should be

      dedicated to, she smiled and said, “Duh—me and Yeti.”

      Yeti’s her big, doofus black Lab who’s so naughty

      that he actually takes time away from my writing.

      He doesn’t in any way deserve a book dedication,

      but since he’s so cute, I’ll cave… :-)

      For Hannah & Yeti

      Contents

       Cover

       Back Cover Text

       Introduction

       Title Page

       About the Author

       Dedication

       Prologue

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Extract

       Copyright

       Prologue

      ’Twas the night before Easter...

      “How about letting a cowboy buy you a drink?” Navy SEAL Rowdy Jones slurred his words, but the evening’s libations bolstered his courage. As such, he’d moseyed over to the gorgeous little hottie who’d stolen his last rational thought.

      She appraised him as if he were a stud sire up for auction.

      “Want me to spin around so you get the full force of my magnetic attraction?” he asked with a grin.

      In a dive bar filled with boot-wearing, beer-guzzling cowboys, she sipped a martini. Her white dress clung tight enough to have been painted on. She had the face of an angel, with cherry-red lips and a sleek wave of blond hair his fingertips knew would feel silky.

      Instead of speaking, she downed more of her drink, then raised her hand, motioning for him to twirl.

      More than a little turned on by her silent take-charge

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