I swore an oath to do no harm. Roman Kincaid is the definition of harm.I am a trauma surgeon. My life is sterile, controlled, and governed by logic. Until a rainy night in a parking garage changes everything. I'm not just kidnapped; I'm requisitioned.My patient? The King of the Harbor. The city's most ruthless crime lord. His condition? A gunshot wound to the abdomen that needs immediate attention. The price of failure? My life.I should hate him. He is violence incarnate, a man who built a fortress to keep the world out. But as I stitch him back together in the shadows of his estate, I realize he isn't just keeping the world out. He's keeping me in.He watches me with eyes that have seen too much darkness. He touches me with hands that have taken lives. And when the fever takes him, he whispers secrets that terrify me almost as much as the realization that I don't want to leave.I thought I was his prisoner. I thought I was just a mechanic for his broken body. But Roman Kincaid doesn't steal things he intends to return.He didn't take a bullet for himself. He took it for me. And now that he has me in his bed, he's never letting me go.Tropes & Themes: