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

“He was a sadistic son of a bitch who deserved to die harder than he did.” Deuce was obviously annoyed by that, which I could understand. There were people Mark felt needed to pay heavily for what they’d done—for a second I thought of Senator Wexler, whose actions had led to the “accident” that resulted in Mother being hospitalized—and I’d come to accept that. While I hadn’t seen the postmortem photographs of Jeanette Van Orden, I’d known from Mark’s reaction that they hadn’t been pretty.


“Sorry, boss, but he had his gun out and planned to shoot me.” Trip shrugged, and I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d taken lessons from Mark in appearing innocuous. “I didn’t think you’d like that.”


“I didn’t say I blamed you. I just wish I’d had a chance to work him over first.” Deuce looked put out.


Mark glanced at him. “I feel the same way about Gautier, so suck it up, buttercup.”


“You weren’t there,” Trip reminded Deuce. “Ridley bragged about what he did to the woman.”


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