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’d almost fallen asleep, but he complied. Again, Rory began at his head, kneading tight muscles between his ears and down onto the neck. It followed that his ministrations would glide down his shoulders, out his arms and then down his back.


When the magic fingers had finished legs and feet to slide, at last, down the curve of his spine to knead his butt cheeks, he hadn’t the energy to respond. He just enjoyed it. He had neither the inclination for nor interest in sex at this point, only in the wonderful relaxation occurring in his body.


He drifted for a time, rousing when he heard the soft sound of cotton hitting the floor and of Rory kneeling on the bed. He swung a foot over Bond’s feet and then spread his warm, virile body prostrate over Bond’s. Bond felt the smooth skin of his cheek as it rested on his, felt Rory’s arms slide over the length of his, felt his heat as his hands covered Bond’s.


Chapter 40