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

“I don’t want to build what they want me to build. They want me to hurt people. The US government wants me to hurt people. All I’ve ever wanted to do was help people. I’d rather not build a damn thing than sit there helping corrupt governments hurt even more people than they already do.”


Bannerman curled his lip. “You think the US government is any better?”


“I used to. I don’t anymore.” Here, Lennon wasn’t lying. He wiggled his arms, loosening his ropes even more. Could he get the same kind of leverage in his legs? “Not the point. I didn’t want to make war materiel for the US government either.”


“What the hell do you care? As long as you get paid, it’s all the same.” Bannerman plopped down in front of Lennon and took a giant swig from the vodka bottle.


It was unprofessional of him. Lennon wondered how long he’d been drinking on the job. Kuznetsova wouldn’t have hired him if she’d known. Then again, a job like this would drive anyone to drink.


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