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

“There are two issues with the premise in this situation.” Lennon held up one finger. “One, you didn’t come busting down the door with me. I saved myself. Stop trying to shift the narrative. I saved myself, so you don’t have a heroic leg to stand on. I’m not some shrinking violet that you can play hero for.


“Two, you should both know better than to think I’m just going to swallow whatever schlock someone else is peddling. We—both of us—are scientists. We don’t take anything at face value. For crying out loud, you can’t even publish a paper about the color of the sky without peer review, okay? So no. You don’t get to just jump in and wave your phallic compensations around and say, ‘I’m here to rescue you, now do as you’re told!’ There was no rescue, we think for ourselves. If you want our cooperation, you’ll work collaboratively or you’ll fuck off back to Washington.” Lennon’s body all but vibrated with anger.


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