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

He didn’t have to explain what he meant. “Ay, I have a few times, but me máthair mhóris recently gone and me da lives here now.”


“In a way, she was my anchor. Da was away so much, then Mum remarried a man who beat me and broke me limbs because he couldna control me, then he shipped me to a school for pre-delinquent teens.


“Later, I realized those beatings had toughened me for the unbelievable rigors of Delta training. But I do no’ know how I’d have survived my teens if the pure heart of me da’s mum had no’ believed in the good in me; her arms held me in some of the bad times.”


Bond turned and reached for him, pulling him close and tight. Rory wrapped his arms around him, and they clung to each other for a long time.


Rory murmured what Bond assumed were Irish Gaelic endearments and then said, “I would’ve died if ya had been hurt. I have waited for ya for years.”


Chapter 35