Product Description
by Tinnean (Author)
Mark Vincent and Quinton Mann have finally kind of, sort of, exchanged promises. Mark has returned from an assignment on the West Coast, and he's looking forward to spending some quality time with his lover. After all, it's the St. Patrick's Day weekend. What could be better than a little beer, a little corned beef on rye, and Quinn in his bed? However, on Monday it's back to the grind-this time to an almost empty department: Matheson is away on assignment and Ms. Parker, Mark's secretary, is taking sick time, something she never does. But these aren't the only signs of something unusual, well, more unusual than normal, going on. Gradually, Mark uncovers a series of events going back to the previous spring and involving not only his senior special agent but Theo Bascopolis, a former rent boy who is Mark's friend. While Mark unravels the threads of the Gordian knot the WBIS has become, he realizes how deep his feelings for Quinn have grown. But can a spy like Mark ever hope to be "the one" for a spook like Quinn?
Author Biography
I've been writing since the 3rd grade. I was on the staff of my high school magazine, and then... I got married. There was a long interval when raising my kids took preference, although I would scribble sci fi, contemporary, or paranormal stories with very strong heroines. (This was before I discovered m/m. Don't laugh, I led a very sheltered childhood.) It was with the advent of the family's second computer - the first intimidated everyone - that my writing took off. I discovered 1. Fanfiction; 2. m/m (yes, I know. Finally!); 3. the wonder that is copy and paste. Does anyone remember what typing up a manuscript on a manual typewriter was like? Okay then, nuff said. I've been published by Nazca Plains, JMS Books, and Dreamspinner, and now I'm taking the leap into the self-pubbing pool. My novel, Two Lips, Indifferent Red received honorable mention in the 2013 Rainbow Awards. Now I reside in SW Florida with my husband and two computers, but I'll always be a Noo Yawk kinda gal.
