Newly pregnant, Rachel Harkins sees the summer before she becomes a mom as her final chance to “make a difference.” She volunteers to chaperone a wilderness adventure trip for teenagers transitioning from a Raleigh juvenile detention facility. Five days bushwhacking in high-summer North Carolina underbrush equals hell for a city girl, but Rachel wills herself to face lethal humidity, 70-pound backpacks, and clouds of biting insects. What she never dreams is that she’ll leave at home a husband who is angry and rigid with concern over the safety of their unborn child. And how could she guess that the kids she wants to help will hate her?
Not only is a seventeen-year-old threatening to “ice her ass,” but the group gets lost in the Black Mountains. Someone sabotages the supplies, and one by one the other chaperones disappear. Inexperienced and alone in her shaky authority, Rachel fights to connect with the group and lead them back to civilization. But under her charge, a boy dies in a strange accident, and all hopes of winning trust are lost. The teenagers mutiny, abandoning Rachel to face by herself the very real dangers of the wilderness, injury, and the likelihood that a killer is stalking herr every move. But Rachel can’t give up on the kids. Knowing the sensible thing is try to save herself and her baby, Rachel’s sense of self-preservation are pitted against her sense of duty for children determined to resist her help.
You're going to be hardpressed to have Rachel be sympathetic. She sounds like a self absorbed idiot to me.
Who's the bad guy? the stalking killer? I'm rooting for him.
I'm not sure why you made her pregnant ( uh...that isn't exactly what it sounds like) and I'm not sure what the stakes and the conflict are exactly.
The problem isn't the hook, I fear; it's the novel.