In 2002, Mark Vincent, onetime senior special agent, ran into John, a troubled little boy, at a local McDonald’s. Concerned, although it wasn’t his business, he gave the kid his business card and left. Three years later, Mark is director of his department at the WBIS and married to Quinton Mann, the former CIA spook who now writes spy novels. They’ve settled into a life of quiet domesticity and are even considering adopting a cat. All this changes when John, now using another name, barrels into Mark’s life with a secret no one expects and on the run from an organization that wants him despite the collateral damage. What will Mark, the man known as “the best” in the intelligence community, do when he learns what this secret is? Will it affect his relationship with Quinn? And how complicated are things going to get when Mark decides to get involved?

Mann of My Dreams Book 5: Complications

“Shut up, Jan,” Becca snapped. January curled her lip and returned to the house, not even waiting to hear what happened. Well, that would have to wait.


Babe pulled her boy closer to her side. He was shivering, and she wanted to spit. She really didn’t need all this drama. “The paramedics said that’s where they were taking him. He was shot too. I don’t know how bad—I didn’t see what happened…”


“We’ll go to the hospital. Miz Babe, will you and Denny be all right here?”


“We’ll be fine, but make sure you have your house keys. I’m buttoning this place up tight.”


She and Denny waited at home while everyone rushed to St. Mark’s. As it turned out, Mr. Jackson hadn’t made it. He was dead on arrival.


And of course January blamed the whole incident on Babe.


Babe felt even guiltier, because in this instance, January was right—Mopp was in the hospital and Mr. Jackson was in the morgue because they’d stood between Babe and Denny and the man who wanted them. Or who wanted Denny.


Chapter 27