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

I grinned in satisfaction, increased my speed, and pressed the button on the dash to activate the car’s phone system.


“Speak a command, please.” It was a warm, pleasant voice, the closest I could find that sounded like Portia Mann.


“No, that’s Mother.” I glanced at the kid.


“Like the computer from Alien?” He was staring at the dash in something like awe.


“You’re familiar with that movie?” It didn’t surprise me how fast he seemed to bounce back from a devastating incident. At his age, I’d done the same thing. Maybe it was a kid thing. Maybe it was a Vincent trait.


“Yeah! When we were in Savannah, the guys didn’t realize I was in the room. Ma had a fit when she found out I’d seen it. I mean Jeanette…I mean…” His voice hitched, and just as quickly he looked miserable.


I found myself patting his shoulder. I didn’t know what to say. Quinn would know how to handle a situation like this.


Chapter 67