He’s dead. They told me he died. It broke me in a way that no torture ever could. And somehow I found the strength to carry on. I closed off my heart and focused my sight down the narrow range of my scope. I live my life one bullet at a time. But I’m not really living, and I’m not quite dead. Maybe that’s why I’m seeing a ghost. I used up all my luck. I can’t trust anyone, even myself. My name is Penelope Vincent, Codename: Nightshade and it’s time for me to pay for my sins.

Press Your Luck Marko Veltriv is used to getting what he wants, but there’s always been one thing he knows even he can’t have. Coogan MacNeal is a stranger with a dangerous temptation—one night, indulging in his risky fantasy. How can Marko possibly resist? Press It Again Coogan MacNeal’s mottos are simple: Don’t tell anyone you’re a spy. Don’t let anyone touch your knife. And don’t give a man any more than one night. He has a perfect record with sticking to his rules. Until tonight. Until Marko Veltriv.

There’s this thing about lying. Those of us who are experts at it recognize when someone else is lying, too. I’m an interrogator. It's in my blood. You can’t hide anything from me. And me? Well, I ain’t got anything to hide. I’m simple, really. I’m Scottish. I’m gay. And I’m good with a knife. Maybe there’s a bit more to me than that, but you’ll never hear me telling the tale. But someone out there thinks they know me—thinks my past is something they can use against me. They’re dead wrong. My name is Coogan MacNeal, Codename: Claymore, and I’m about set the record straight.