Some Kind of Hero (Troubleshooters Series #19)

Some Kind of Hero (Troubleshooters Series #19)

by Suzanne Brockmann

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Some Kind of Hero (Troubleshooters Series #19) by Suzanne Brockmann

The Troubleshooters return in the latest thriller from New York Times bestselling author Suzanne Brockmann! As the Reluctant Heroes series continues, All or Nothing showcases Brockmann’s signature white-knuckle suspense, romantic twists, and sexy special operatives.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345543820
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 07/11/2017
Series: Troubleshooters Series , #19
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 794,741
Product dimensions: 6.40(w) x 9.00(h) x 1.50(d)

About the Author

Suzanne Brockmann is the New York Times bestselling author of 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, Brockmann has co-produced several feature-length movies: the award-winning romantic comedy The Perfect Wedding, which she co-wrote with her husband, Ed Gaffney, and their son, Jason, and the upcoming thriller Russian Doll. She has also co-written two YA novels with her daughter, Melanie.

Hometown:

Boston, MA

Date of Birth:

1960

Education:

Attended Boston University

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Chapter One

Wednesday

Wait, wasn’t that the Navy SEAL?

Yes, the man who was frantically waving his arms at the side of the road, trying to flag down one of the swiftly passing cars in the rapidly deepening twilight, was—­absolutely—­Shayla’s new neighbor.

She recognized him immediately, even here, several miles from their semi-­suburban neighborhood, mostly from his impossibly fit physique.

Oh, really . . . ?

Yeah, okay, all right, in truth she recognized the SEAL specifically by his amazing ass. And sue her for being human, but when a man had a pair of shoulders that wide and a butt that was almost ridiculously proportionately not-­that-­wide . . . one’s eyes tended to be drawn instinctively down toward that seemingly miraculous not-­wideness.

Truly though, it was the combo of what was covering that noteworthy derrière—­a pair of very nicely fitting camo cargo shorts—­plus his trademark flip-­flops with a snug olive drab T-­shirt that had brought about her initial surge of recognition. She confirmed it—­yup, that was definitely her local Navy SEAL—­when he turned a head that was covered with regulation-­defyingly shaggy, sun-­streaked golden-­brown hair to reveal his too-­handsome face.

Those eyes had to be blue.

Even though he’d moved into Shayla’s neighborhood nearly two months ago, she still hadn’t gotten close enough to the man to be absolutely certain, but really, she knew. Neon blue. Had to be. And they probably twinkled and sparkled, too.

Still, even from a sparkle-­obscuring distance, the man was hard to miss. And Shay’s curiosity had pinged when he’d pulled a U-­Haul in front of the sweet little bungalow-­for-­rent across the street and her elderly and possibly omnipotent neighbor Mrs. Quinn had muttered, “Just what we need, as if it weren’t already too noisy here,” before darkly IDing him as a Navy SEAL.

Navy SEAL, hmm? So yes, Shayla had looked at him and his perfect butt a tad more thoroughly than she otherwise might’ve.

Tonight however, the man was hard to miss for another reason. He’d practically leapt full out into the middle of the oncoming traffic—­and there was a lot more of it than usual for a Wednesday evening near the high school.

Shayla hit her brakes and leaned forward slightly to peer at him through her windshield, wondering if he’d been attempting to stop that one specific car in front of her, or if any old car and driver would do.

Bow chicka bow bow! Harry Parker’s irreverent voice-­in-­her-­head now sang a riff that was supposed to imitate the porn-­worthy wah-­wah of an electric guitar.

Shut it, she told him silently since he was a fictional character and therefore invisible, and she wasn’t quite crazy enough to start talking to herself out loud. At least not yet.

And apparently, the SEAL wasn’t picky, because he didn’t wait for her to stop completely before he tried to open her passenger side door.

“I’m sorry, can you help me, I’m not dangerous, I promise,” he called to her through the closed window, but she was already hitting the button that popped the lock.

It was pretty clear he didn’t recognize her—­probably because she’d never gotten around to bringing over a pie to welcome him, his sullen teenaged daughter, and their obvious lack of a Mrs. Navy SEAL to the neighborhood.

That was what Harry, in his infinite-­yet-­fictional wisdom, had recommended Shayla do. Wear a top with a neckline that plunged and bring her hot new Navy SEAL neighbor a homemade pie. It was a brilliant plan, except nearly all of her tops were crew-­necked Ts. And then there was that tiny, pesky fact that she’d never baked a pie before in her life.

“I’m a SEAL, an officer.” It was the first thing the man said as he opened her car door and climbed in. He obviously understood the clout of that, particularly here in US-­NavyLand, or as civilians called it, San Diego. “Lieutenant Peter Greene. Thank you for stopping.”

“You’re welcome,” Shayla said, oddly tongue-­tied at their sudden proximity. Her small car seemed smaller than usual because those shoulders were broad. And his movie-­star handsomeness stood up to this closer view. In fact, his evenly featured face could’ve gone into the dictionary next to perfectly symmetrical. Or maybe just plain perfect. Also, he smelled good. Like sunblock and fresh air and a scent she assumed was pure Navy SEAL hotness.

Even Harry was uncharacteristically silent.

And alas, even though she’d spent her career writing books where this kind of impromptu meet-­cute would end with them having screaming animal-­sex before the clock struck midnight, Shayla wasn’t as bold as her romance novel heroines. She didn’t look all that much like them, either. In fact, she was lucky that she’d showered and put on real pants before she’d crawled away from her computer in order to drive-­and-­drop Frankie at his high school debate club practice. Most of the time she just climbed into her car from the safety of the shuttlebay—­aka their closed garage—­wearing her plaid PJs beneath her jacket.

She cleared her throat and managed, “What’s, um, going on? Are you okay?”

But he was already talking. Explaining. “My daughter is missing, and I think I just saw her getting into a car heading north.” He gestured to the busy road in front of them.

Missing.

With two kids of her own, that was a word to chill her to the very depths of her soul. Shayla could still work herself into a cold sweat by remembering that horrible day Tevin had gone on a class day-­trip into Boston, but hadn’t been on the bus when it returned to the middle school parking lot. That was when they were still living back in Massachusetts, and it turned out that he’d run into his father near the State House. Tevin had stayed in the city to have dinner—­and both he and Carter, now her ex, had wrongly assumed the other would call to tell her. Neither had.

Before Shayla had located the teacher who knew what was going on, it had been a very frightening few minutes—­the likes of which she hoped she’d never again experience.

Now she immediately jammed her car into gear and surged back into the traffic amidst the blaring horns of the drivers she’d cut off.

“Whoa,” the SEAL said, quickly fastening his seat belt. “Wow. Thank you.”

“This is what you wanted, right? Follow that car?” she asked as she jockeyed her way into the faster-­moving left lane. Funny how that horrible word, missing, had magically turned him from too-­hot-­to-­talk-­to Navy SEAL to far more accessible worried dad. Hot worried dad, sure, but he needed both her help and immediate action, and accordingly her brain had unlocked. “Don’t worry, I’m a good driver.”

She really is. Great. Harry, too, had gotten his voice back.

Of course, the SEAL couldn’t hear him, thank God. “Glad to hear it,” he said as he grabbed for the oh-­shit bar, which, yes, made his muscular arm do some very interesting and attractive things to his barbed wire tattoo. Maybe it would help if she imagined those strong arms holding a baby, except . . .

Noooo, that doesn’t help at all, Harry said.

Harry was married. Very married, to the man of his dreams, she thought pointedly.

He laughed. True, but I’m also very not dead, so . . .

Shayla hip-­checked him out of her head and focused on the task at hand. “Which car are we following?” she asked the SEAL crisply, eyes on the road ahead of her. “Make, model, color . . . ?”

“Maroon sedan. Buick, maybe?” said the real, nonfictional man sitting beside her. His voice had the vowel sounds and musical phrasing of a California surfer. In fact, he sounded a little bit like Luke or Owen Wilson, as if maybe they’d all attended the same SoCal high school. “Older model. Extra large. POS with a peeling soft-­top. Don’t stop don’t stop don’t stop!”

As she watched, the very stale yellow traffic light in front of her turned red, but she jammed down the gas pedal and blasted through it. Missing. If they got pulled over, hopefully the cop would be the parent of a teenager, too.

“How long has your daughter been, you know?” She couldn’t say that awful word, as if it were a snake that might bite her if she acknowledged it.

“Missing?” The SEAL said it in unison with Harry.

“Last time I saw Maddie was yesterday morning,” the SEAL added, “when I dropped her at school. She didn’t come home last night, and when I called the school to check today, apparently she didn’t make it to homeroom yesterday either, so . . . Yeah. It’s been about thirty-­six hours. Jesus.”

“They didn’t call you yesterday when she didn’t show?” Shayla was surprised. She glanced over to find him looking back at her just as the headlights from a passing car lit his face. Eyes, neon blue. Check. But not so much with the twinkle, considering his current case of teenage-­daughter-­induced grim.

“They said they did, but no,” the SEAL reported as they both continued to search the traffic for the car in question. “There wasn’t a message on the home line or my cell.”

Yikes. That was pretty extreme incompetence for the high school administration—­a dedicated team that Shayla knew and trusted.

Or, Harry said, Maddie hacked the system and changed her parental contact number.

“She good with computers?” Shayla asked the SEAL.

“I don’t think so,” he said.

If she had hacking skills, he’d definitely know, Harry stated. But really all she’d need is a hacker for a friend. Or boyfriend.

“How old is she?” Shayla asked. The petite, ghostlike, dark-­haired, baggy-­clothes-­wearing girl she’d seen drifting mournfully from the house to her father’s truck early each school day could’ve been anywhere from twelve to eighteen.

“Fifteen,” he reported.

“Mine are seventeen and fourteen,” she told him. “Both boys.”

“Boys,” the SEAL said almost wistfully. “I could probably handle a boy. I understand boys.”

“Girls really aren’t that much different,” Shayla pointed out as Harry said, Nope, nope, nope, too early in this relationship for a feminist diatribe!

What relationship? She was helping out a neighbor. And how was that a diatribe? Still, all Shayla wanted was to help this man find his missing child, so as she continued to push ahead in the still-­thick traffic, she asked the SEAL, “Have you tried tracking her phone? Does she have a smartphone?”

“Yes to both but she turned off her GPS.”

“Or her battery’s run out,” she suggested.

“Nah, she took her charger.” The SEAL seemed certain of that. But then he acquiesced. “At least it wasn’t where she normally keeps it in her room. As far as her phone goes, I texted and called her nonstop last night when she didn’t come home—­right up until she blocked me. I thought about shutting her down, you know, canceling her number, killing her service completely, but . . . I’m afraid without her phone she’ll be even less safe, so . . .”

Ooh, he’s a deep thinker. No angry knee-­jerking. I like that in a man who can probably kill you with just his pinkie finger, Harry said.

“Also,” the SEAL continued as he glanced at Shayla again with those ocean-­colored eyes, “this way I can still use someone else’s phone to text her. Although she’s already blocked Zanella—­a teammate of mine, and Eden, his wife. But I figure Maddie can’t block everyone I know, right? There!”

He’d spotted the maroon car. “Where?” Shayla searched the traffic but she couldn’t see it.

“Five cars ahead, right lane,” the SEAL told her. “Damn it, they’re turning!”

And she was still in the left lane. “Hold on!” Luckily there was no one directly behind her so she hit the brakes hard and waited for the line of traffic in the right lane to open up before stomping on the gas and taking that same right turn with squealing tires.

“Nice,” he said. “Thanks. You are good.”

“If your daughter’s in that car, then we are going to find her.” It was the kind of dramatic but heartfelt line that Shayla usually let Harry say in one of her books. It felt a little weird coming out of her mouth since, unlike Harry, she was neither courageous nor daring nor a highly skilled FBI agent. But she meant it. Sincerely.

She could now see the car in question. It was indeed a piece of shit, or POS, as the lieutenant had said—­a barge-­like relic from the 1970s. There were two cars and a van between them, but this was a smaller road with a single lane in each direction. And there was a lot of oncoming traffic. Although maybe if she timed it right . . .

“Don’t even think about it,” the SEAL murmured. “No one’s that good of a driver. Also, I don’t want to get too close in case she sees me and tries to bolt. All I need is some inexperienced kid wrapping that car—­and Maddie—­around a tree.”

Smart, Harry murmured as Shay nodded. Have I mentioned I like him?

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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The stories are compelling and the characters ers so real, I can't put the books down until the very last page. So glad I found this author and her books. My favorite author. Reread often while waiting for next. Can't wait to get to know the "Johns" better and get Lopez's story. Thank you Suzanne Brockmann and team!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was definitely not as intense as Suzanne Brockman's Troubleshooter books usually are. I found the imaginary character distracting, but I enjoyed the banter between Shayla and Pete and the interaction with the Boat John Squad.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the Troubleshooter Series and this new addition did not disappoint. I couldn't put it down. I enjoy all of Suzanne Brockmann's books. I am a military wife, and her research is spot on. Can't wait for the next book in this series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Throw together a romance writer with writer's block and 2 teenage sons, a Navy SEAL trainer getting a crash course in parenting a hormonal 15 yr old, and a teenager who has her life turned upside down by her mother's death and you have the beginning of Suzanne Brockmann's latest Troubleshooter's novel. Yes, Shay hears her main character talking in her head. What storyteller doesn't? For that matter, don't all of us talk to ourselves? As always, S.B. draws us in with dialogue and humor. The plot is more family than military based but includes the "SEAL" family too. Thanks Suzanne for reminding me again that family isn't limited to the one into which you're born. Instead it's the people you let into your life who can make all the difference.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
From the first pages, I was drawn into the quick action that I associate with Suzanne's troubleshooters. I had missed these great stories and Pete fits right in with this hot bunch of heros. Thanks for giving us more adventure!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good story. Good pace. Would have liked more detaill
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read...good characters....want more about Hans
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Want to know more about John boat squad.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book! I loved Shayla and Peter's romance. One of the better books that I have read. I liked that Shayla was a writer with an imagination and a backbone. I recommend this book, you won't be disappointed
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fast moving amd great romance
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
If you have read these books, this one reminds you why. Love her characters that are so real and honest.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Like least of all her books. To much teenage drivel for me. Not worth the money.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I liked that the heroine was a little older and the hero was a struggling father trying to understand a struggling teen daughter I personally like the military stories with the action that comes with being a hero type. Hope to read even more in this series
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved the book. Pete is such a great hero and Shay the perfect heroine. The romance is real and passionate. Loved revisiting Izzy and Eden. Great read!
Anonymous 22 days ago
Fabulous
Anonymous 3 months ago
As always, Brockmann has delivered a story with believable characters, who behave in ways that make sense. A fun, complex read from start to finish.
Anonymous 5 months ago
I haven't read Suzanne in some time, and now I wonder why. This has all the intense emotion, wit, camaraderie among the SEALs, and action as those in the past. Now I have to play catch up.
Anonymous 5 months ago
An expansion on her trouble shooters series which I love. More in depth analysis of feelings and motive with a wonderful humorous approach. LOVE THE GARAGE! I will be finding and reading the rest of this series. Keep up the great work Suz.
Anonymous 5 months ago
Non stop action and a hero and heroine to die for, this novel delivers! If that were not enough, there is a cast of supporting characters you would love to meet, and a dose of WWII history as well. This is a worthy addition to the Troubleshooters series, I should have been asleep a few hours ago but I could not put it down.
Anonymous 6 months ago
I love these characters and the great stories in the series. Independently solid and with appearances from old friends. Can’t wait for the next one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I forced myself to read up to hundred and still couldn't get into it, these last few and far between trouble shooters have been really hard to get into. Her earlier books where full of action , there where funny and I couldn't put them down, but her last few books are not full of action or funny and that includes this one.and I've forced myself to read .
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Trouble shooters is a great series! Susanne Brockmens writing holds you captive until the very end. Loads of humor and lines that make you teary eyed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Nothings no like a good romance that keeps you on the edge of your seat and makes you smile.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Very good read and still following those Navy Seals!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Another great SEAL romance with a fun, feisty gal.