Hey! Suz Brockmann here. If you're anything like me, youremail inbox is about to overflow. Your Facebook pageannounces your supreme excitement over finding time toactually sit down while you eat your Chinese take-out. Lifemoves at warp speed and you're winded. You need avacation. Someplace romantic and warm. With long, lingeringsunsets. With Alfonse, the cabana boy, bringing you drinkswith little umbrellas and...Okay. Reality time. If you're anything like me, chancesare you're not scheduled even to think about taking a realvacation until 2020. Which means, like me, your vacationswill have to be virtual ones, grabbed during the five minutesyou're standing on line to get your venti decaf.But good news! If you've got five minutes, I've got theperfect mini-break—a virtual vacation into the exciting (andromantic!) world of Troubleshooters Incorporated via theprologue of my latest book,
Dark of Night 
.Meet Dave Malkoff. Mild-mannered, kinda geeky, he's aformer CIA operative who seems most comfortable sittingbehind his computer in his office at personal security firmTroubleshooters Incorporated.Dave's been best friends with his beautiful co-worker,Sophia Ghaffari, for years. In truth, he's loved her sinceforever, but he never dreamed she'd so much as look in hisdirection—let alone fall into his arms.Because, see, there's this guy, Decker—a former NavySEAL who also works at TS Inc.—for whom Sophia's been car-rying a torch, ever since he saved her life. (Dave's also savedher life a time or two, but she doesn't seem to rememberthat...)Decker's on a mission to protect his friend Jimmy Nash,who's been targeted for death by some very, very bad men.With Deck's help, Jimmy has gone so deep into hiding thatmost of the world thinks he's already dead.Most of the world including Sophia. And Dave.Their stories unravel—and become entangled—in
Dark of Night 
. Coming on January 27, 2009from Ballantine Books.Take a five minute vacation and read the prologue today!
A Note from the Author
 
P
rologue
Sophia kissed him.Dave Malkoff sat there, on a standard-issue stool in a generic travelers’bar off the lobby of an equally unremarkable Sacramento hotel, as Sophia.Kissed. Him.Itwasn’tanaccident.Shehadntlostherbalanceandbumpedintohislipswithhers.No,no,that
was
hertonguelazilybutquiteintention-allyexploringtheinsideofhismouth,herfingersinthehairatthenapeofhisneck,herlovely,lithebodypressingagainsthimuntilshehitthebarrierofthewoodenseatbetweenhisopenlegsandcouldgetnocloser.She tasted both sweet and salty, like the wine she’d been drinkingmere moments ago, like the tears he knew she’d shed when the news hadcome down that James Nash was dead.Dave’s stomach twisted and his heart clenched, and he almost—almost—pulled away to ask Sophia if this—this kiss, this embrace—wassome kind of knee-jerk reaction to her grief over the loss of their friendand co-worker. Co-worker.The word made it sound as if he and Sophia and Nash had adjoiningcubicles in some fluorescent-lit office somewhere. Instead, their
co-worker 
had been gunned down as a result of their Troubleshooters Incorporatedteam—with Dave as reluctant leader—having taken on a no-pay assign-ment that went bad.
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