Quinton Mann, a highly ranked CIA officer, is used to being called the Ice Man. He’s astounded to discover himself in a relationship with Mark Vincent, not because Vincent is a man, but because he’s a top-rated WBIS agent. There they are though, for a total of five glorious days. But when Mark uses the excuse of going to Massachusetts for his mother’s funeral to end their relationship, Quinn’s not buying it.<br><br>No one screws with Mark Vincent. Even Mark doesn't screw with himself. Once he realizes how close he's allowed Quinton Mann to get to him, he does what any self-respecting spy would do -- he makes tracks out of there. But Quinn does something no one else ever has -- he comes after Mark. Maybe this relationship thing with a spook isn’t such a bad idea.<br><br>Meanwhile, something strange is going on in the intelligence community worldwide. It takes Quinn’s disappearance while investigating a rogue antiterrorism organization that results in Mark making up his mind. Quinn may be a spook, but he’s Mark’s spook, dammit -- and once he gets Quinn home, he intends to keep him. He knows without a doubt he’ll find Quinn. The question is, will he find Quinn in time?

Not My Spook

“Of course, that is always an imperative. So I help you. I betray my country for…how much will this earn me?” I blotted my cheek again. “What’s a conscience worth these days?” I stared at Martyn.


“I’m sure I can make it worth your while.” The Administrator was totally oblivious to the currents running between Martyn and me.


“Mr. Mann doesn’t need money; he’s wealthy!” The younger man now looked sick, and he blurted, “He’s not going to do it! I can tell! I can tell! He’s going to turn me…us in! I can’t survive in prison! They’ll do unspeakable things to me! Richard, please, you can’t let him…!”


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