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

“That’s not really like him.” Ben put a hand on Lennon’s, and the fear subsided. “He’s a mercenary. He comes from Alabama. He enlisted to get out of extreme poverty; we’re still not sure he didn’t falsify his age somehow. Anyway, he didn’t find it as lucrative as he’d hoped.”


“That’s the last dumb mistake he ever made.” Townsend shook his head and pulled his food back over to himself. “He went to work for a defense contractor as soon as he could, and then he went into business for himself. He’s ruthless, and extremely competent. We’re pretty sure he lives up in Canada now.”


Lennon shuddered. Jamal wouldn’t have failed to drown him. It wouldn’t have mattered how hard Lennon fought; he’d just have prolonged the inevitable.


“Well, he’s a couple million dollars poorer now.” Rada sat back with a self-satisfied smirk. “A pile of completely fictional people made anonymous donations to the food bank. So there’s that.”


Chapter 47