The Villain's Physical Therapist

About this book:

Leo Mercer just wants to treat frozen shoulders and argue with insurance adjusters. He doesn't want to make house calls to the penthouse of Malice, New Corinth's most theatrical supervillain, for a retainer that could finally buy his clinic out of the red. But fifty thousand dollars buys a lot of silence, and Victor Vance—billionaire, tyrant, and current sufferer of a rotator cuff tear that would humble a linebacker—isn't a man who takes "no" for a prescription.

What follows is the most unconventional therapeutic relationship in the city's history. Between sessions of manual traction and dry needling, Leo navigates ballistic-armored henchmen, a villain who critiques his posture while monologuing about municipal transit budgets, and the creeping realization that "do no harm" gets complicated when your patient's night job is leveling city blocks. Sharp, wry, and surprisingly tender, *The Villain's Physical Therapist* asks what happens when the person destroying the city is the only one taking your clinical advice seriously.

Because anatomy doesn't care about allegiances. A torn supraspinatus hurts the same whether you're a grandmother hit by a flying squash or a mastermind in a cape. And sometimes, the hardest rehabilitation isn't the joint—it's the man inside the armor.