Kit Foster thought a week in the woods would be the perfect way to recover from the family scandal that shattered her world. No reporters, no gossip and no drama. Then a helicopter dumps an injured man in her path.
Mick Harris is having a bad day. It was bad enough that he botched an op, but then he awakes beaten and left for dead in the middle of a forest. He is lucky to be alive, but now he is at the mercy of Kit- the only person who knows the route home.
During the time it takes to hike back to civilization, Kit and Mick become friends and explore their growing attraction. While the way out is hampered by bad memories and an assassin, they manage to grow close enough to attempt a real relationship.
However, that bliss is short-lived when Mick’s job again threatens Kit’s life and destroys their happiness. Can a second chance bring them back together?
Broken Bits is Book 1 of the DAG Team Series
Rough hands shook Kit, and an accented voice demanded, “Get up!”
Something wasn’t right. Was she drunk? Had she been ill? Kit struggled through the fog in her brain. When she opened her eyes, the interior of a van swam into her vision. That explained the rocking movement that made her want to heave. The van was driving on a smooth but winding road. The carpeting in front of her face was ragged, and a half-empty soda bottle rolled back and forth along the dented wall. Why was she lying down? She raised her hand to push back a hank of hair and found that her hands were bound together with nylon rope.
“Get up! Now!” the man beside her shouted.
Swallowing back the acidic taste of bile that rose in her throat, she slowly managed to scoot until she was sitting up along the metal wall. Kit blinked her eyes and counted to ten, praying that she would not puke.
The man stooping in front of her nodded in approval. Checking to make sure her hands and feet were still bound, he retreated to the passenger seat.
It was obviously a work van, Kit noted. There were no back seats, just an open area with smelly brown carpeting. There was nothing else in the back but her and the soda bottle. No tools, no weapons, not even a window.
About the Author
Kel O’Connor lives with her husband and teenagers in the mountains of North Carolina. In addition to reading and writing, she loves coffee, loud rock music and subversive humor. A former bookseller, she collects graphic t-shirts and hates to vacuum. You can find her online on Twitter, Facebook and at keloconnor.com.