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

The man who’d hired him sat on a big boulder and waited, torso bent forward, forearms resting on his thighs. Then he walked to Johnny, crouched, and felt for a pulse in his neck. When he was sure it was permanently absent and his chest no longer moved with breathing, he retrieved the money and climbed back up to the road.


Damn you. You damaged my fender. It’ll have to be repaired. And my new, polished loafers are dusty and filled with dirt.


An old jingle replayed in his head as he scuffed out his tire tracks on the shoulder…


He drove the hairpin turns to the valley to have the dent in his fender straightened. From there he made a call on a throwaway cell.


“It’s done. Now stop whining,” and hung up fast to shut out the hysteria he knew would begin on the other end of the line. 9


Chapter 29