Dr. Bond Bergstrom fights to save the life of a man shot near the lakeside path where he jogs. Later, when the hospital where Bond works as chief of surgery learns the shooter attempted to kill him also, the board insists on assigning security protection to him 24/7 until the killer is caught.<br><br>Bond is furious with the decision. Former Navy SEALs, he argues, can protect themselves better than anyone in the world. Not so, counters former Delta Force operative Rory O’Shea. He’s the hot, sexy Irish-American who owns the agency providing the hospital’s routine security.<br><br>Bond grudgingly gives in, unaware that O’Shea has an ulterior motive in assigning himself to spend nights with the doctor as his personal bodyguard. Will O’Shea prove he has what it takes to satisfy Bond -- both in and out of the bedroom?

Amen to Love

As he drove home, he thought again about how much he enjoyed being a doctor. Had loved it, even in that tent in the desert, because his skills could mean the difference for a hostage or a warrior between being maimed for life or dying.


He’d thrived on being a SEAL, but viewed it as rather like being a professional athlete—it didn’t last and you prepared to move in new directions. Medicine full-time was his new direction. 3


He missed the Sunday morning fishing date.


As soon as he’d turned the Cherokee’s ignition over and started to back out of the garage to leave and meet the others, the brakes felt weak under his foot. Soon they’d be gone. Reflexes hammered in during Special Forces training took over. He killed the motor and yanked on the emergency brake as the car rolled backward and downhill toward the road


The brake issued a grinding sound but held.


Chapter 7