Doc

I was Air Force Special Warfare, Pararescue. Part of a team that became my family. But some injuries, you can't come back from.
I tried private practice. Then the ER. Nothing gave me the rush I craved. Until the baddest son of a bitch I've ever met offered me a job.
It's illegal, irresponsible, and dangerous.
The men and women I treat can't go to the hospital. Or the authorities. I'm their only option. I don't ask questions. And I never leave a paper trail.
It's a lonely existence. My only solace? Monthly camping trips to an island few people ever see.
I don't expect to see anyone there. Let alone a woman so badly injured, she can't tell me her name. Saving her is second nature. Caring for her is risky.
But she's being hunted. So I break my only rule and let someone in.

Natasha

The men I served with violated every oath we held dear. Testifying put a target on my back the size of a battle tank. They went to jail, and I ran. Far and fast and forever.
They weren't supposed to get out.
This tiny island is my sanctuary. Until my former CO tracks me down and almost kills me.
I'm in a bad way, so when a man—a doctor—saves me and asks for my name, I tell him.
One moment of weakness could kill us both.
He says he knows people who can help. He's wrong. No one can stop a corrupt Delta Force team out for revenge.
Or...can they?