Bound by Steel

Bound by Steel

by Connie Lafortune


Publisher Connie Lafortune

Published in Romance/Romantic Suspense, Mystery & Thrillers/Thrillers & Suspense, Mystery & Thrillers/Mystery, Romance, Mystery & Thrillers, Literature & Fiction

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Book Description


I was driving home to spend the holidays with my family.

But I lost control of my vehicle on an icy mountain road.

I slammed into a tree on the edge of Lake Lucerne.

I barely remember writing my name on the frosted windowpane.

The darkness had swallowed me whole.

I spiraled toward oblivion.

When I awoke from the gloom.

I found myself in an old log cabin.

With the devil’s eyes piercing fiercely into mine.

Sample Chapter



I open my eyes, and for a fleeting moment I am hopeful. Until the cold and empty space beside me crawls ruthlessly into my weary bones.


It’s been my personal retribution for the past three years. Since the death of my beloved.



That’s all I’m able to do. Until I take my last breath.

So, with a heavy heart I fling off the covers and plant my feet on the ice-cold floor. Apparently, the raging fire I stoked before going to bed has now fizzled to a few burning embers. I’d laugh at how symbolic that is to my life. Burning bright one minute, just to have it snuffed out in a millisecond. The irony of it should have me laughing, but somehow I don’t find anything amusing anymore. Maybe it has something to do with the nightmares. The same damn nightmares that have haunted me for years now. Leaving me broken, alone. Death, my only escape.

I rest my elbows on my knees and cover my face with my hands. Desperately holding back emotions that want to overpower me. Consume me. Today marks the third anniversary of Bella’s death. She was the most talented ballerina that had ever graced this Earth. Unfortunately, she was struck and killed in a hit-and-run. While the world celebrated Christmas, I was burying the most beautiful part of me. Bell was my best friend, my lover, my wife. My everything.

After six weeks of heartfelt condolences, botched investigations, and sleepless nights, I shut down. My mind was muddled and my heart was shattered. So I did the only thing that made sense to me at the time. I ceased to exist. It wasn’t hard to pull off, since I work for the government. They were kind enough to gift me with a new identity, a job, and a place to live. So on a cold January morning, Ryker Steel climbed into his black SUV, never to be seen or heard from again.

I’m suddenly pulled out of my thoughts when I feel a cold nose trying to pry my hands apart. I can’t help smiling when I look up and see Cody’s golden eyes gazing into my black and lifeless ones. She’s my beautiful Bernese mountain dog and the only reason I bother getting out of bed every morning. She makes me smile when her tongue darts out to lick my scruffy face.

“Good morning, Cody. Would you like to go out?” Her resounding yelp echoes off the walls before I even push off the bed. “Okay, okay. Let me get dressed.”

Once I’ve thrown on a pair of jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, I head downstairs with her close at my heels. The moment I open the front door, bitter cold bites at my exposed skin. A fresh layer of snow stretches across the horizon as far as I can see. She’s gone in a flash. Cody loves to mark her territory in the white snow, so I know I won’t be seeing her for quite some time.


After closing the door, I head straight for the kitchen. I need my fix. Caffeine. It’s my one and only addiction. The rich scent of brewing beans permeates the air almost immediately after I throw in a pod. Now I’m thankful I took the time to go into town yesterday to pick up supplies. Especially since they’re predicting another sixteen to twenty-four inches of snow our way. I’ve no doubt it’s just a matter of time before they close down all the secondary roads. Which will make traveling nearly impossible for everyone rushing home for the holidays.

While waiting for my second cup, I add more wood to the fireplace in the living room. It sits directly in the center of the log cabin and heats the entire first floor. I’m mesmerized as I watch the flames flicker like an exotic dancer reaching out her hand to seduce me. But no matter how long I stand there and stare into the fire, I’m cold from the inside out. Nothing could ever make me feel warm and alive.

Ever again…

Wrapping my hands around the mug I gaze into its dark depths. Hoping its warmth will spread into my hands and radiate throughout my body. As the steam billows and curls, it appears to swallow me whole. Pulling me beneath its murky darkness.

So I let go and allow it to take me,




Until something niggles at the back of my mind.

A sense of foreboding washes over me as goose bumps break out along my skin.

Something feels off.

I can’t put my finger on it, but my sixth sense is never wrong. I stride into my office and flip a switch. Ten monitors promptly blink to attention. Lighting up the darkness of the room with an eerie glow. The hairs on the back of my neck quickly stand at attention when I see Cody running around in circles.

What the fuck!

A car has veered off the road and is now sitting precariously close to the edge. Although Lake Lucerne is frozen this time of year, a car falling from that height would plunge straight through the ice. Location Seven continuously flashes red and I don’t hesitate for a second longer before putting on my gear and racing out the door.


The last thing I remember is losing control of the wheel. Then nothing. I’m cold. So, so cold. I don’t know how long I’ve been trapped in this stupid car. Hours could have easily turned into days. And every breath I take feels like it will be my last. My head hurts and something sticky is oozing out of it. Not good, since I’m in the middle of the woods in Bum Fuck, New York. Obviously, I’m lost. And I’m an idiot for thinking I could rent a car and make it to my parents’ house before the storm hit. Now, I know exactly where I’m going to spend my holidays. This hunk of metal will surely be my tomb until they find me in the spring.

Darkness. It envelops me like a stifling cocoon. Only this time, it feels different. It’s not cold. It’s as warm and cozy as a summer day. Is this what it feels like to die? Could death be knocking on my door? No, I won’t die! Gage and my parents would never forgive me for being so selfish. Fight, Lyra! Do not succumb to this feeling of euphoria simply because you’re too weak. Fight!

One lone tear makes its escape as I feel my body floating towards the heavens.

I wake to something soft and warm draped across my chest. But it takes a minute or two for me to realize what it could be. A comforter. Was I dreaming? No, the accident was most definitely real. I know this to be true because my head feels like it’s split apart. Slowly, I raise my hand and feel the gauze that now covers my wound. Am I in a hospital? No, I can’t be because it doesn’t have that clawing antiseptic smell that hospitals do. So, where am I? Distress causes me to suck in a deep breath, which is excruciating. Clearly, my head wasn’t the only injury I sustained. My ribs must have taken a beating, too.

Once my senses return, I can actually hear and smell the logs crackling in the fireplace. While the mouthwatering scent of stew surrounds me. Comforts me. It doesn’t take long before my belly growls in anticipation. How long has it been since I’ve eaten? Hours? Days? I have no idea but my eyes suddenly fill with unshed tears when I realize I’m in someone’s home.

Someone saved my life…

I can no longer hold back my tears as they suddenly burst free. Every single emotion I’ve ever repressed comes gushing out as I feel the bed dip beside me. I draw in a painful breath, too afraid to open my eyes. God only knows what’s waiting on the other side. But the one thing I do know—death surely would’ve snatched me with her icy fingers had I stayed in that car for much longer. Perhaps she already had.

I muster all the strength I possess and slowly open my eyes. Only to see golden ones staring back at me. A beautiful dog with a multicolored coat and floppy ears peruses me. Before I have a chance to utter a sound, a loud bark resonates in the quiet room.

When a man suddenly appears at the head of the stairs, I’m cautious. His height and broad shoulders cast a scary shadow that dances along the dim walls. And my heart immediately takes flight as it thumps wildly inside of me.

“Cody. Come.” The dog takes one last peek at me before joining its master. “Sit,” he commands, as his hand firmly brushes the top of the dog’s head. Then I cower when his focus returns to me. “How are you feeling?” he asks.

When I open my mouth to speak, nothing comes out. I’m so parched. And it certainly doesn’t help when I have to tilt my head up just to look at him. He’s intimidating with his tall frame looming over me. Immediately, my body begins to react. Trembling uncontrollably. Quickly, he grabs a blanket from the foot of the bed and wraps it around me. “Is that better, Lyra?” he asks, squatting down beside me.

He knows my name. Now he’s at an advantage because I sure as hell don’t have a clue who he is. All I can do is nod as I gaze into his hypnotic eyes. They’re as black as the night and a perfect match to his silken hair. Which is long enough to graze the collar of his shirt. With his scruffy beard, it’s almost impossible to see if there is a handsome man underneath. But it certainly draws attention to his full, sensuous lips. They’re perfectly shaped. And when he catches me ogling them, they curl into a mischievous grin.

When a glass of water mysteriously appears in his hand, I lunge for it. Spilling half of it on myself before quenching my undying thirst. “Go easy, Lyra. You’ll be sick if you drink it too fast.”

After I’ve extinguished my scratchy throat, I say, “I’m glad you find me so amusing, especially since we don’t know one another. Apparently, you know my name but I don’t know yours.” I can’t help glaring as he matches my stare. When he reaches for a towel on the nightstand and tries to mop up my mess, I swiftly grab it out of his hands. I might be in pain, but I will not let a stranger touch me.

He’s smiling when he runs his index finger across those sexy-as-sin lips. “You didn’t have a hell of a lot to say over the last three days, but you’re sure making up for lost time.”


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