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

The injured knee made Marshall unstable, but he brought his other knee up into Bond’s balls. Bond fought to ignore the nausea and pain sweeping through him. Any moment now, Marshall would shoot him.


With all his strength, he raised both arms. His left grabbed Marshall’s wrist and bent it back. As Marshall screamed in pain and let go, the gun clattered to the hardwood floor. Bond kicked it away. At the same time, he slammed the fist wrapped around the cell phone into Marshall’s nose. He felt the crunch as he drove cartilage and bone right up into Weatherton’s brain.


Blood and brain fluid poured from Marshall’s nostrils and mouth. He reached a palm out in a cry for help as he slumped to his knees and fell onto the ground. Bond turned his back on him.


Chapter 45