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

Later, it occurred to him he might have dropped his voice low and in a husky voice said, “And just exactly what else would you love to do with me, O’Shea?”


But he did not. Instead, he said, “Can I get you a beer? Wine?”


Rory released his hand. “Wine sounds nice. Have ya got a good red?”


The magical moment faded out like a wisp of smoke ‘round midnight. Bond thought maybe it was just as well. He couldn’t suppress his feelings much longer, especially knowing he was naked in his bed and a beautiful Irishman prowled his house.


That night he dreamed of riding a kneeling Irishman in a black whaling sweater, his hard, unsheathed cock pounding into his hot, sexy ass.


Chapter 30