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

“No! I just wanted you to go away. Didn’t want to kill anyone! But the girl’s body was found.”


“She went and got herself pregnant having sex with you.” It was a statement. He bit his tongue to stop from commenting it took two to make a baby.


“Said she was on the pill. Wanted me to marry her and have the kid.”


And you never wore condoms with her, did you? It was better for you commando style, you selfish, brutal bastard.You left the birth control youwanted up to her.She gets pregnant and she’s to blame.


Bond fought back the bile rising in his throat and loaded his voice with all the sympathy he could drag up. “Let me guess. You didn’t want to be married again. Especially didn’t want a sniveling little brat around.”


“You didn’t want to make her go away by supporting her and the kid without marrying her.”


Chapter 44