Out of Control (Troubleshooters Series #4)

Out of Control (Troubleshooters Series #4)

by Suzanne Brockmann

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ISBN-13: 9780804119719
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 02/26/2002
Series: Troubleshooters Series , #4
Edition description: Reissue
Pages: 480
Sales rank: 281,202
Product dimensions: 4.20(w) x 6.85(h) x 1.25(d)

About the Author

After childhood plans to become the captain of a starship didn’t pan out, Suzanne Brockmann took her fascination with military history, her respect for the men and women who serve, her reverence for diversity, and her love of storytelling and explored brave new worlds as a New York Times bestselling romance author. Over the past twenty years, she has written more than fifty novels, including her award-winning Troubleshooters series about Navy SEAL heroes and the women—and sometimes men—who win their hearts. In addition to writing books, Suzanne Brockmann has co-produced a feature-length movie, the award-winning romantic comedy The Perfect Wedding, which she co-wrote with her husband, Ed Gaffney, and their son, Jason. She has also co-written a YA novel, set in the world of her paranormal Fighting Destiny series, with her daughter, Melanie. Find Suzanne Brockmann on Facebook, follow her on Twitter, and visit her website to find out more about upcoming releases and appearances.


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Savannah von Hopf’s life spiraled even further out of control when she opened her cell phone and discovered that the batteries were completely dead.

She stared at the phone in disbelief, unwilling at first to accept any explanation other than that she’d suddenly and horrifically been plunged into an alternate reality. She’d charged her phone last night in her hotel room—same as she charged her phone every single night of her life. She wouldn’t have forgotten something as important as that, and she hadn’t. She’d plugged it into the outlet in the bathroom and . . .

And then turned out the light to go to sleep. Without the light switch in the on position, the outlet hadn’t worked and the phone hadn’t charged.

Of course.

She wasn’t in an alternate reality. She was merely an idiot.

So now here she was, sans phone, in a rental car with a flat tire, in an unfamiliar part of San Diego.

Okay. Cross using her cell phone to call the car rental company for roadside assistance off the list that had the heading “What To Do Now.” Savannah kept the motor on and the air conditioner running while she tried to think. What were her other options?

Knock on doors and ask to use a phone?

She peered out the windows of her car. The houses in this neighborhood was extremely small, and many of them had a grayness to them—as if the people living inside had had to choose to spend their money on something more vital, like repairing the roof, rather than on a fresh coat of paint.

The yards were all neatly kept, but still, this entire part of town had a desperate feel to it, a hopelessness.

The thought of having to get out of her car made Savannah a little uneasy—let alone the idea of getting out of her car and knocking on some stranger’s door.

And wasn’t that just great? If she were too chicken to get out of her car in some middle-class neighborhood in San Diego, how on earth was she going to get off the plane in Jakarta?

Of course, that was why she was here in the first place. Because she didn’t want to get off that plane in Jakarta—at least not without a hand to hold.

Specifically, Kenny Karmody’s hand.

She’d gotten what she’d come into this neighborhood for before the thumping front tire had forced her to pull to the side of the road.

She’d driven past Kenny’s house and made certain there was no circumstantial evidence in his yard that would signal he was married with kids. No swing set, no big wheels, no Barbie hanging by her hair from a tree. No minivan parked in the drive.

Adele had told Savannah that, to the best of her knowledge, Ken was still single. But she’d had experience back in college with “the best of Adele’s knowledge,” and she’d wanted to see where Kenny was living before she called him.

And asked him to travel halfway around the globe with her, as a favor.

God, how was she going to ask a favor like that? Of a man she hadn’t seen in over six years? A man with whom she’d had only one brief conversation, who probably wouldn’ t even remember her?

Savannah could see Ken’s house in her rearview mirror—it was one of the better kept ones on the street. Miniature, sure, but not quite as drab.

She wasn’t going to have the opportunity to ask the man anything if she didn’t get back to the hotel and call him.

And say what?

Adele had been adamant that Savannah not mention her when she spoke to Kenny. According to Adele, he still wasn’t over their breakup.

“Don’t even tell him you met him while you were at Yale,” she’d said. “He hates Yale—hates all Ivy League schools and everyone who went to one.”

So what was Savannah supposed to do? Lie?

“Tell him you met him at that technical college he went to in San Diego,” Adele had suggested.

No, the last thing she was going to do was lie. She was going to call him and say she got his name from a friend of a friend—which was a variation of the truth since Marla had stayed friendly with Adele after college, and Savannah still met Marla for lunch in the city every few months.

She was going to tell Ken that she needed some advice, and would he meet her for dinner at the Hotel Del Coronado? Her treat. Her plan was to get him to show with the promise of a gourmet meal, and then, once face to face, tell him about Alex and the money and the trip to Jakarta. And—somehow—get up the nerve to ask him to come along.

Without making it sound as if she were propositioning him.

Although, truth be told, the idea of spending a day or two in the exotic port of Jakarta with a man she’d had the hots for since she’d first laid eyes on him, left her considering the possibilities.

Considering? Try fantasizing.

Savannah turned off her rental car’s motor, and stepped out into the five-billion-degree heat. Didn’t it figure? San Diego had perfect weather nine hundred and ninety-nine days out of every thousand.

Today, however, there was a heat wave that could put her mother’s beloved Atlanta to shame.

Her hair wilted instantly as she bent to look at her front right tire.

Pancake city.

If Savannah had been even just a little less practical, she might have sat down and cried. Instead, she just sat down. Right there on the curb. Crying wouldn’t get her out of there.

Driving on that tire wouldn’t get her out of there, either.

And walking to that service station she’d passed two or three miles back also wasn’t going to do the trick. Her high-heeled pumps matched her beige linen skirt and jacket with such perfection, her mother would have swooned with pride. However, her shoes didn’t do such a terrific job matching her feet. After a half a mile, she would be in such excruciating pain, she’d have to crawl the rest of the way on her hands and knees.

So that left the final option. Changing the tire.

Savannah opened the trunk and there it was, under the rug. The spare tire. And the metal thingy that would prop the car up so the bad tire could be removed and the new one attached.

She’d driven past someone who was using one of those things once. A jack. That’s what it was called.

How hard could it be?

“Please.” Joaquin’s mother knew only a few words of English, but the anguish in her eyes said it all. Save my son.

Molly Anderson’s first-aid training made her the closest thing to a doctor on this remote mountain in this remote corner of Parwati Island in this remote part of Indonesia. But she wasn’t a doctor, and she had no clue as to what was causing the little boy to struggle so just to breathe.

She couldn’t radio the hospital for advice. The camp’s radio had been stolen three weeks ago for the third time in a row. Short of guarding it 24/7, Father Bob had decided not to replace it.

“Please,” the little boy’s mother whispered again.

The trip down the mountain to the port of Parwati—the island’s sole metropolis, population a whopping 3,500—would take five days via treacherous mule trail.

As the parrot flew, it was only a few hundred miles.

A relatively short trip via airplane.

“Gather the things you need,” Molly said in the local dialect. “You may be at the hospital for some time. I’m going to go find Jones. You know Mr. Jones, right? Meet me up at his airstrip.”

There was only one airplane in the neighborhood, and it belonged to an American expatriate who went by the name Jones. Just Jones. And Molly was willing to bet that that wasn’t the name he’d been given at birth.

Jones was a loner. A quiet man who kept to himself.

He’d shown up about six months ago, looked her up and down in a manner Molly was sure was meant to be insulting, then hired twelve men from the village to help him clear the old WWII-era airstrip that had been cut into the valley a short distance up river.

He’d worked the men hard—and paid them fairly, too, Molly had noted.

The next time she’d seen him, he’ d been buzzing overhead in his battered red Cessna.

She suspected he was a smuggler. She knew he was a black marketeer. She’d heard he’d be willing to carry anything in that dilapidated old plane of his—even a gravely ill child—if the price was right.

And today the price would be right, because Jones owed Molly a big favor.

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Out of Control (Troubleshooters Series #4) 4.6 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 97 reviews.
harstan More than 1 year ago
Her friend told her that her best chance of rescuing her Uncle Alex resides with US Navy SEAL Ken ¿Wildcard¿ Karmody. Desperate, Savannah von Hopf is in San Diego hoping to persuade Ken to help her with the ransom exchange in Jakarta, Indonesia. She met Ken once while in Yale so how does she explain the ¿coincidence¿ that has him changing her flat tire near his home unless she tells the truth. Savannah and Ken are immediately attracted to one another, which makes her cowardly and unable to request what she must. They even make love that night.

When she finally tells him why she is there, he is angry that he was sucker punched by a beautiful woman again. Still, he cannot allow her to go by herself. Soon the duo is struggling to keep alive, unable to differentiate between terrorist attacks and friendly fire as other American operatives propelled by Savannah¿s grandmother make a rescue attempt.

OUT OF CONTROL is an exciting romantic suspense novel that first builds up the cast so that the readers know whose whom before going into an incredible warp speed. The flashbacks through Rose¿s autobiography add depth, but also jars the reader from the prime plot. Still, the story line is fast-paced, but it is the details that make this an exhilarating tale such as the audience trekking along with the stars in the jungle. Though a wild spin, Suzanne Brockmann never allows her novel to spin OUT OF CONTROL so that sub-genre fans have an exuberant experience.

Harriet Klausner

Guest More than 1 year ago
Suzanne is great when it comes to action and knowledge about Navy seals. She keeps my heart pumping with her action suspense. BUT if your looking for romance and hot love scenes Suzanne just doesn't cut it. Her love scenes are short and have no detail. She mostly keeps all the detail to the plot and action, which is great don't get me wrong but don't put her in romance if she doesn't actually romance. She is great with the sexual suspense alright, because they never do it, and when they do its a let down. But I love her plots love the characters and love the action.
Guest More than 1 year ago
i havnt ever read a book by Suzanne Brockmann before until i pick up the book out of control. and when i got done reading it i just had to find other books by her. It was just a really awesome book.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This book started it all for me in the SEAL team Sixteen. The way the words Brockmann writes makes the book light up. The entire story and it's fast but understandable pace is amazing. If you love this book, which you should! You need to read the rest!
Amy_Atwell on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Ken Karmody is a Navy SEAL with no luck in the love department. Savannah van Hopf is an heiress with no time for love, but a serious old crush on Ken from college. When she needs help delivering ransom money to Thailand where her uncle¿s been kidnapped, she turns to Ken for help.Ken thinks he¿s being used, but as they¿re plunged thick into the jungle and life-threatening adventure, he discovers truths about himself and Savannah.Great secondary cast and subplot. A true romance with an adventure backdrop. Brockmann is a master of deep POV, and writes compelling heroes. She really understands them.
la_librarian on LibraryThing 3 months ago
Setting: San Diego and Indonesia / Timeframe: Pre-9/11/ Main Characters: Kenny and Savannah / Secondary Romance: Molly and Jones / WWII Subplot: German Americans as spies in Nazi Germany (Rose and Hank) Story Arc Alert: Molly and Jones, whose story continues in Breaking Point, first appear together here. Also, George Faulkner, who first appeared in the non-Troubleshooters book, Body Guard, is transferred to Max¿s team.POINT OF VIEW CHARACTERS: Chief Ken ¿WildCard¿ Karmody (U.S. Navy SEAL) ¿ Savannah von Hopf (attorney-at-law) FBI Agent Alyssa Locke ¿ Jones (American ex pat, living in Indonesia) ¿ Molly Anderson (volunteer with a Heifer Project-type mission in Indonesia) *Ingerose ¿Rose¿ Rainer von Hopf (Savannah¿s grandmother)
lynnm on LibraryThing 3 months ago
This was the first Suzanne Brockmann title I had ever read, and from pretty much the first chapter, I fell completely in love with her SEAL heroes. Her ability to capture male dialogue and thought is amazing, and she infuses each character with a unique voice. Pair this with a story that keeps you on the edge of your seat and secondary characters that rival the primary characters in appeal and I was completely hooked.Ken "Wildcard" Karmody is the SEAL Troubleshooter Team's most unpredictable - and possibly immature - member. When he meets Savannah Von Hof, he falls instantly head-over-heels. When she seems equally smitten - and spends their first day in his bed - he's ready to walk down the aisle. But when Ken learns that Savannah had an ulterior motive in hunting him down, he's sure she's only out to use him.Savannah is desperate. She needs to get ransom money to the men who've kidnapped her uncle, and she needs a SEAL to help her accomplish the mission. Remembering her college crush - her roommates boyfriend, Kenny - she asks him to escort her to Indonesia. She never expects to fall in love.My only quibble about this book is the third subplot that involves a World War II story. Brockmann has these "flashback" style threads running through all of the books in this series, and to be honest, I don't read them. They simply distract from the main stories without adding anything to them. I'm sure they are interesting in their own right, but I'd be better pleased if Brockmann would use the page space for further scenes with Ken, Savannah, Molly and Jones.Excellent read. One of the best in this series.Ken "Wildcard" Karmody is the SEA
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Have read the books in the series that came before this. Loved them all. In this one, I liked the leads, Savannah and Ken, but I really loved "Jones" and Molly. They made the book. Am of course, like so many others waiting for a happy ending for Alyssa and Sam.
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Savannah Was Lucky To Have 'WildCard' On Her Side
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