Codename: Mistletoe: A Military Bad-Boy Christmas Romance... With Explosions!

But, in my defense, this 'Sexy Santa' was a hunky stripper at a fancy, corporate Christmas party in New York; and nobody will ever find out, right?

Not that I should have anything to feel ashamed about. I'm single, alone for the holidays - and this sexy hunk of burly British beefcake is exactly what I need to come down my chimney tonight.

Or he would have been - if our Christmas kisses hadn't been interrupted by a terrorist takeover.

Now this Sexy Santa and I are under fire, on the run, and stuck on the top floor of a towering skyscraper fighting for our lives.

And the truly scary part?

The way this Santa is snapping necks, shooting guns and keeping me safe... I'm starting to suspect he's not really a stripper at all!

Surely there's no worse time to meet the girl of your dreams than the middle of a hostage situation.

But these ruthless terrorists don't know the truth. I'm only humiliating myself, working as a Santa-themed stripper, because I haven't got my green card yet. It's the only job that'll pay cash-in-hand, no questions asked.

But before I'd come to New York, I'd been Codename: Mistletoe - a sergeant in B Squadron, 22 Regiment, Special Air Service.

I'd traveled all around the world, met interesting people - and killed them.

I'd been honorably discharged and come to America to find a new life.

Instead, I found Holly - and I think she's the most amazing girl I've ever met.

So, I'll do anything to keep her safe - and as these terrorists are fast discovering, I've got the skills and training to do exactly that.