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

“Yeah.” This voice came from behind us, and I could have sworn at myself for not being more alert. “Say goodbye.”


I tightened my grip on the handgun, but before I could turn and fire, a shot rang out. I bit back a moan and stared at my husband, waiting for him to crumple to the floor. He just stood there, though. Had I been shot? I didn’t feel any pain, and when I looked down at my torso, no exit wound pouring blood marred the white shirt I wore.


“Pandora!” Finchley howled. “No!”


She turned to stare at him. “I don’t under—” Blood dribbled from the corner of her mouth; it pumped out of the wound in her chest with each beat of her heart. She slumped back in her chair.


Finchley howled again and aimed Mark’s Glock at us, just as a second shot was fired. Gautier’s assistant spun from the force of the bullet to lay sprawled facedown on the floor. Mark’s Glock was just out of reach of his outstretched hand.


“I didn’t think we were expecting visitors. You okay, Butch?”


Chapter 131