When it comes to burnout, Lily Reid is an expert. Determined to turn her personal tragedy into a cautionary lesson for other physicians, she travels the country, lecturing about life balance and stress management. But her words falls on deaf ears—until she hits on a plan to appeal to a broader audience.
Enter Dr. Wolf Knox, aka “Wolfman MD.” He’s gorgeous, charismatic, and his patients love him. So do millions of fans who follow him online, watching the music videos he makes in his spare time. Too bad Wolf believes “burnout” is synonymous with weakness. His motto? Suck it up—and if you can't handle the pressure, get the hell out of medicine.
As Lily and Wolf clash over plans for a joint project, their mutual disdain gives way to desire. But when a fellow physician’s suicide forces them to confront their own fears and prejudices, will their fledgling relationship survive?
(Please note: This is a steamy contemporary romance that contains mature themes and explicit content, meant for adults 18 and over. It is a stand-alone novel, with no cliff-hangers, and a guaranteed HEA.)Genre: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary
2018 Readers’ Favorite Book Awards Bronze Medal for Contemporary Romance
Wolf tapped a finger on the pristine white tablecloth. He should have just stayed in bed. Or gone for a run. Or ironed out the lyrics he’d been toying with for weeks. Or done any of a dozen other things, instead of wasting his Saturday morning listening to a bunch of self-proclaimed experts pontificate about physician wellness.
What the fuck was that, anyway?
The stupid catch phrase seemed to be popping up everywhere. You’d think people would tire of the topic. But no. Whenever he opened a medical journal, or stepped into the doctors’ lounge, or went to the ER to admit a patient, there was always someone talking about wellness, burnout, or both.
And now, thanks to his best friend, Wolf had to sit through six more hours of torture. He was going to kill Doug for getting him into this.
Of course, it wasn’t Doug’s fault that his wife went into premature labor last night. But the guy could have tried a little harder to find someone else to sub for him.
“Come on, man,” Doug told him over the phone, after waking Wolf from the first decent sleep he'd had in a week. “Free food, six hours of CME credit, and you’ll be out of there by one.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Wolf groaned. “No amount of free food is worth sitting through six hours of BS.”
“Two introductions,” Doug said. “A minute each. That’s all I’m asking.”
Wolf rubbed his eyes and leaned back against the headboard. “Don’t you have someone else you can tap?”
“Like you said, bro, it’s one in the morning. Everyone else has a spouse or family. You know, a life.”
And that was how Wolf ended up at the 65th Annual Postgraduate Medical Assembly, waiting to introduce some quack who was going to save them all from burnout.
Already translated. Translated by Marlies Perman
Already translated. Translated by Valentina Impellizzeri