Sassy, sleep deprived ER nurse, Olivia Aberdeen fled an affluent and effed up love-life in Savannah to save lives in the Windy City. Exhaustive shifts at Chicago’s County Med help to fill the holes left by scandal, but she hides her fragile heart behind a Pageant Princess smile avoiding all romantic prospects like a bad case of infectious diarrhea. Especially from fellas with MD behind their name.

Texan, trauma doc Anderson Cole needs a fresh start. Moving on from a broken marriage and living with the unrelenting grief and guilt following the death of his son, Andy returns to the town that taught him to save lives, because no one moves to Chicago for the weather.

 

When Andy finds the insomniac nurse napping upright in the local library, he’s hosed. Hook. Line. And sinker. While Liv learned the hard way about arrogant charm and sexy banter, she can’t resist his southern made manners. They’re a match made in Dixie Land heaven – except Andy learns Liv will never date a doctor and he just accepted the job that will have him handing out Liv’s nursing orders. And since there’s nothing sexy about telling the woman you want to see naked to give an old man an enema, Andy makes the foolhardy ‘guy-brain’ decision, and lies. But what’s supposed to be an easy, no strings attached romp in the sack spirals into a loving lust neither are ready for.

 

High on the tingles of new love, the discovery of Andy’s lie is tragic, made infinitely worse when Liv and Andy are forced to work together to save the life a stranger with the newest contagion scare since Ebola – to which Andy is immune. Stuck in a seventy-two hour quarantine should be the perfect time to come clean about all the skeletons they’ve both buried deep, but meddling medical directors, fiery best friends, and a patient that keeps tryin’ to die always seem to get in the way. And if battling the bad juju weren’t enough, Andy’s decision to save one patient, might cost Olivia her own.