SCAR TISSUE: A Dark Surgeon Romance

She counts exits. He counts scars.

Rowan Ashby took the night shift because night shift doesn't ask why your collar is always buttoned to the top. She works post-op recovery at Beverly Hills' most exclusive plastic surgery clinic — checking drips, adjusting pillows, pretending the smell of antiseptic doesn't make her hands shake. Three thousand miles from Chicago. Three thousand miles from the surgeon who married her, cut her, and called it her fault.

Dr. Lennox Grace doesn't do nights. Everyone at the clinic knows this like they know gravity. So when Rowan finds him in the security room at midnight, watching a replay of her walking the corridor — watching the scar on her neck she didn't know the camera could see — she should report him.

She doesn't.

Because his face didn't flinch. His eyes didn't go soft with pity. His hands curled into fists and then went flat, and that — that is a reaction she has never seen from anyone.

He doesn't offer to fix her. He doesn't ask what happened.

He says: "Good."

One syllable. From a man who builds perfect faces for a living, telling her the scar she refused to erase is good.

What happens next will cost them both everything they built to stay safe.

Scar Tissue is a dark medical romance for readers who like their surgeons obsessive, their heroines armed with gallows humor and IV lines, and their love stories written in collagen and time.

Steamy, intense, and not for the faint of heart. Standalone. HEA.