An enemies-to-lovers MM medical romance where opposites attract… and combustion is inevitable.
Dr. Maxwell York has a protocol for everything. As Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery, Max is a man of precision. He likes his coffee at exactly 180 degrees, his office silent, and his life sterile. They call him the "Ice King," and he has no intention of melting. Dr. Jax O'Connell is a disaster waiting to happen. The Head of Trauma is Max's exact opposite. A former combat surgeon who drives a mud-splattered Jeep, blasts AC/DC in the OR, and treats rules as mild suggestions. To Jax, medicine is warfare, and he's the "Trauma Cowboy" leading the charge. Oil, meet water. When a hospital merger forces their departments together, Max and Jax are shoved into a shared office. A single strip of blue painter's tape on the floor is the only thing separating Max's pristine order from Jax's beautiful chaos. Max wants him gone. Jax wants to see exactly how far he can push before the Ice King cracks. But as the pressure mounts, the friction between them sparks into something neither can control. Max is realizing that chaos might be the one thing his life has been missing. And Jax? He's discovering that the Ice King burns hotter than anyone he's ever known. Sometimes the only cure is a little... Bedside Manner. A laugh-out-loud romantic comedy with serious heat. Perfect for those who love sharp banter, slow-burn tension, and two stubborn doctors who are the last to realize what everyone else already sees.
