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

“Unfortunately, Lennon, we don’t all have that luxury.” Kaden pressed his lips together. “Your country needs you.”


“To do what, exactly?” Lennon held his glass up to his lips but didn’t even pretend to drink. “Here’s the thing, Kaden. You can’t force me to create something. It doesn’t work like that. The kind of person who simply declares a human being to be an ‘asset’ of an empire isn’t looking to design medical bots that will save lives. They’re looking to hurt people, and that’s not something I’m willing to do.”


“What, you think that Polzin died easy?” Kaden sneered and leaned across the table. “You think that he just closed his eyes and went to sleep? You hanged a man, Lennon. You made that choice. And he died horribly. You think you’ve got some kind of moral superiority over the rest of us, you think you’re too good to make weapons that would keep your fellow citizens safe—”


Ben banged on the table. “That’s enough of that, Townsend, or help me God.”


Chapter 53