Night Shift at Ironwood General
Where the Patients Aren't Human Anymore

About this book:

When the Veil between worlds shattered, Chicago's Ironwood General didn't just adapt—it built a secret sub-basement ward where the ER patients have glamour instead of insurance, and "code blue" means a Sidhe noble is bleeding out from a cold-iron blade. Dr. Luke Vance runs the night shift with titanium scalpels, zero patience, and a coffee addiction that'd kill a mortal. His reluctant partner, Aeryn, is an exiled fae healer who considers human medicine barbaric—and Luke's bedside manner a personal insult. Together, they're the only thing standing between the supernatural underworld and a body count that would bankrupt the city.

From goblins crushed by Teslas to dryads dissolving from industrial acid, every shift brings a new anatomy puzzle where a wrong incision severs a ley-line and the defibrillator runs on moonlight. Luke cuts; Aeryn weaves. They bicker over sterile technique versus sacred ritual, trade insults like currency, and save lives neither world wants to claim. But when a high-tier Autumn Court noble arrives with a shattered chest and a conspiracy that reaches from the Under-Market to the hospital boardroom, their fragile truce becomes the only diagnostic tool that matters.

*Night Shift at Ironwood General* delivers the grit of a medical procedural laced with dark fae politics, razor-sharp banter, and a partnership forged in blood, iron, and reluctant respect. Think *The Resident* meets *The Dresden Files*—if House MD had to intubate a troll while his fae coworker critiqued his aura hygiene. Scrub in. The Veil doesn't wait for dawn.