Buried

Erin

I shouldn’t have gone down that ladder.
I was just delivering groceries. It was supposed to be a ten-minute errand before I took off for two weeks of freedom. But then a pro football quarterback’s over-the-top doomsday bunker became my prison.
When the door slammed shut, five strangers were stranded underground with no idea when—or if—help was coming. As a claustrophobic, it’s my worst-case scenario. It’s magnified by the company, which includes arrogant, golden boy football plater Derek Heaton. He’s not my type, but trapped together with nothing but time, I start to see the man beneath the record-breaking sports star. And he starts to see the woman who doesn’t know how to let people in.

Derek

I built the bunker as a gift. I never imagined I’d be locked inside it—watching the record I worked so hard for slipping away, day by agonizing day.
I never would have given Erin a second look. Too guarded. Too sharp-tongued. Not my type at all. But underground, with no defenses to hide behind, I fall for her anyway. Hard.
The world thinks we’re all dead. Someone locked us inside this bunker—and they’re not done. Making it out alive means trusting each other. Keeping Erin means surviving what’s waiting above ground.