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

Other authors joined us, and we chatted about spies and aliens, cowboys and paranormal creatures. Fortunately, when Schutt and Ballard arrived, there was no room at our table, and they had to sit elsewhere. I happened to notice Ballard take the glass of champagne from the server who’d offered it to me, simply because I’d continued observing her. Once a spook, always a spook.


The server hurried out of the room. It would have made more sense for her to get another tray from the bar.


The musicians began playing “The String Quartet No. 2,” and I dismissed her actions.


“Doesn’t anyone care to dance?” I asked Ms. Conroy. The dance floor was surprisingly empty.


I grinned at her. “In that case, fair lady…” I pushed back my chair, stood, and offered her my arm. “May I?”


She rose gracefully, placed her hand on my arm, and we strolled to the dance floor.


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