A brilliant scientist out to save the world. A jaded agent looking to save the one he lost. And a conspiracy that spans oceans, reaching into the deepest parts of American national security. Lennon is a genius. He’s devoted his energy and his time to designing products to save lives. He’s gotten rich doing it, too. This time he’s created something to revolutionize war, crime, and policing -- a bullet that heals. He’s on top of the world and the one thing he needs is someone to share it with. The one he loved disappeared without a trace years ago, and until he gets closure he can’t commit. Ben is an agent with an agency so secretive for years people didn’t know it existed. He screwed up years ago and fell in love with the man he was supposed to be guarding. Now his lost love is in danger again. He’s developed a product bad actors all over the world will want to get their hands on. When Ben’s superiors order him back to Lennon’s side, he goes without hesitation. There’s only one catch -- Lennon can’t know he’s there. When one of those bad actors strikes, all the rules go out the window. Can Lennon overcome his mistrust once he knows the truth about Ben? When the enemy turns up the heat, will Ben manage to save Lennon from people who want him to kill?

Under His Skin

Except Greg couldn’t have been more bored by financial news and didn’t speak any more French than Rada did. Lennon hung his head for a second and sighed. Then he picked it up. He was a successful scientist and CEO. He wasn’t a lovesick teenager, for crying out loud.


Lennon found his phone and ordered a ride to the Boston hotel the French journalists were using as their studio. Apparently Jamal B would meet him in a black Jeep with tinted windows.


Lennon headed down to the building lobby to wait. It didn’t take Jamal B very long to arrive; he must have already been in the neighborhood. The black Jeep pulled up two minutes after Lennon got down to the lobby. He checked the license plate against what the ride share group had sent him. When they matched, he approached and knocked on the passenger side window. “Excuse me, are you Jamal?”


The driver lowered the window and gave Lennon an easy smile. “You bet, man. Hop in the back. Lennon P, right?”


Chapter 8