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

Bond bit back a laugh at her characterization of the wealthy, charming, and evidently privileged physician. His granddaddy had built this hospital, and the rumor mill said the arrogant Marshall often used that legacy to strong arm the board into changes he wanted. One of them being that he could bump another doctor’s scheduled surgery for his own.


It hadn’t happened to Bond yet, but he’d seen pediatric surgeon Ollie Nordstrom tear into Marshall one morning.


“What the hell, Marshall. Your patient can have the bags under her eyes done any time.” He pounded his patient’s name on the scheduling board with an index finger. “This is a sick little girl, who has chronic bouts of tonsillitis. We can’t continue pumping her full of antibiotics, and I can only remove her tonsils and adenoids when she’s infection free, which is rare. This was one of the rare times, and you’ve bumped her for someone who can wait.”


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