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

Rory shook his head and pulled a mug from the cupboard and set it under the dispenser spout. As it filled, he noticed Bond rubbing his temples and forehead. “Headache?”


“Yes. Most of the day. Courtesy of a head wound in Kandahar.”


“Have you taken anything for it?” Rory figured a good romp in bed and a blinding orgasm would clear that pain right up, but the timing wasn’t right to suggest it. He picked up the filled mug and sat next to Bond, his feet on the coffee table in front of the couch.


Bond glanced at his watch and stood. “Thanks for the reminder. I can take another dose now.” He disappeared into the kitchen and returned. He plunked down on the couch again and sighed. “I had no idea civilian life would be this rough. This isn’t anything like an op.”


Chapter 24