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

Mike opened the back door, and Bond slid in first as Rory’s eyes roved the surrounding trees and street. Then he joined him, hip against hip, thigh rubbing thigh. Their shoulders touching as well.


Bond closed his eyes as Rory’s heat filtered through his kilt and Bond’s trouser leg to sear his thigh. Before his cock became a big boner and revealed his feelings for Rory, he shifted and broke the touch.


Rory said, “Sorry if I crowded ya,” and shifted farther away.


Bond could’ve kicked himself for losing that closeness, but it was for the best.


They rode in silence as the town car took the hairpin turns smoothly through the forest. The sun shed a softening golden glow as it headed toward sunset.


There was something familiar about this remarkable man that once again nibbled at Bond’s brain, but he couldn’t call it up. Something else surfaced instead.


Chapter 31