Message From The Author
Late Night with Suz & Sam
Suzanne Brockmann Gets a Midnight Visit from One of her Favorite Characters.
U.S. Navy SEAL Lieutenant Sam Starrett wakes me up in the middle of the night, royally pissed.
"Go away," I say. "I'm sleeping."
"I haven't slept well for years," he drawls. "Why should I let you?"
"If I were a fictional character, I'd make sure my author got a good night's sleep every night," I tell him. "Sleep deprivation makes people do crazy things. I wouldn't want to have to worry that"
"What?" he interrupts. "You might go and make me believe I finally have a shot at a real relationship with Alyssawhom I've loved for yearsand then have some SEAL groupie I fooled around with show up pregnant? Oops, looks like you already did that to me."
Sam shakes his head in disgust, pacing now. He's several inches over six feet tall, a long-legged, rangy Texan who's built like, well, like a Navy SEAL. With his lean, handsome face and those very blue eyes, he's hard enough to ignore when he's sitting still. But when he's in motion
"I can't believe you made me marry her," he fumes.
"Look, you're an honorable man with definite beliefs about doing right by your child." I get out of bed. Sleep is no longer an option. "Besides, if you love Alyssa, what were you doing messing around with some groupie?"
Muscles jump in his jaw. "I was trying to forget Alyssa. You wrote us that one great night togetheronly to have her completely freak out the next morning. She said she didn't want anything to do with me."
"She was lying."
"Yeah, and you made me find that out too late. Thanks a million, Suz."
"Your story's not over."
He laughs in disgust. "Yeah, right. I'm married to a woman I don't love; I have a baby daughter who's so freaking tiny I'm afraid to pick her up. And just when I'm starting to feel like I can tolerate my life, I bump into Alyssa, and I realize just how much everything sucks." He stops pacing, and I realize he's really worried. "Sure, my story's not over, but with you, I never know what that means. I mean, shit, you killed off Chief O'Leary. People die in your books. Happy endings aren't guaranteed."
"Well, you're going to get one," I promise. "You and Alyssa are going to get your own book. You just have to be patient."
Now he's suspicious again. "You're not going to kill Mary Lou, are you? I mean, I don't love her, but she's not a bad person. She's a good mother to Haley, and she she tries, you know?"
"Let me worry about Mary Lou."
"Yeah, that's reassuring."
"Trust me," I tell him.
He gazes at me. "How's Alyssa?" he finally asks.
Sam smiles at that. "Good."
"She's pretending not to be."
"Yeah, I figured."
"Things are going to get worse for you," I warn him, "before they get better."
He laughs. "Yeah, I figured that, too. Whose story is next?"
"WildCard? Not exactly your average romance hero."
Chief Ken "WildCard" Karmody is SEAL Team 16's computer wizard. He's a gearhead, and somewhat loud and abrasivenot extremely socially adept. But he looks like George Clooney, so
"Ken's approached by this heiress, Savannah von Hopf. She asks him to go with her to Indonesia to deliver a quarter of a million dollars to her uncle. She and Ken end up stranded in the jungle with a briefcase filled with cash. Everybody and their terrorist brother tries to find them."
"The Card falls for an heiress, huh?' Sam is tickled. "This I've gotta see."
"You will," I say. "You and Alyssa are both in this book."
"She's really miserable?" Sam asks.
"And how many books do I have to live through before Lys and I get that happy ending?"
"OUT OF CONTROLWildCard's bookcomes out in March. Then Mike Muldoon's next. Then finally it's you and Alyssa."
"Well, what the hell are you doing out of bed?" Sam asks me. "Go get some sleep so you can write faster."
Visit www.suzannebrockmann.com for Suz's daily "Countdown to OUT OF CONTROL," beginning Feb. '02.
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