Time for another book recipe! This time we’ll be looking at medical romances. It’s OK if you faint – there are loads of hot doctors about in these ones.
- One hot doctor
- One feisty yet vulnerable female lead
- A big fancy party
- The shiniest hospital you can find
- A cute but sick baby
- White coats
- A big dollop of pointless misunderstanding
- Some medicines or something.
- Put your hot doctor in the shiny hospital. It’s important to establish right off the bat that he is the best doctor in the whole of Medicine-Land.
- Enter the female lead. It doesn’t matter who she is, just that she’s feisty, but with a secret soft side.
- Your leads hate each other right away but oh no, this baby is sick! Now they must put aside their differences FOR THE SAKE OF THE CHILDREN.
- Hot doctor starts treating the baby. It’s going well, but the female lead huffs about it anyway.
- Angst about how much your female lead hates the hot doctor. He’s arrogant! He’s a maverick! But he’s also hot! What a dilemma.
- But wait, what’s this? Could it possibly be…sexual tension?
- The female lead decides she definitely isn’t going to date him. Nope, definitely not. Boy, we sure are glad that’s been established as something that definitely isn’t going to –
- HAHA THEY’VE KISSED!
- More angst from the female lead. They kissed! But he’s arrogant. But he’s also hot! But she’s so secretly vulnerable!
- Let your female lead play with the baby for a bit or something. It doesn’t matter what actually happens, because you’re using this scene as a vehicle for…
- …more angst! Oh boy, looking at this cute sick baby sure makes our lead want to settle down and get married and that.
- Have a bonding moment with the hot doctor and reveal the female lead’s totally tragic backstory. This should explain why she can’t love/date/shag anyone, and especially not you, Dr Cheekbones.
- Time for the big fancy party! The whole hospital is going. What? It’s not like they’ve got patients to treat or anything.
- Have a special dance for your leads. Maybe they are going to get together after all…
- But no! It’s time to stir in the misunderstanding and now EVERYTHING IS RUINED
- The female lead mopes a bit, but doesn’t actually discuss anything with the hot doctor like an adult. Just run away from any attempts at straightening things out, we’ve still got four steps to go.
- OMG GUYS! THE BABY! IT’S SICK!
- Rush to the baby’s bedside. Time for some serious medicine. Enter the hot doctor, ready to save the day.
- Hooray, the day (and the baby) is saved! Time to sort out that misunderstanding. Now the baby is all better, but who’s going to take care of it now?
- JK IT’S THE LEADS NOW THEY HAVE TO GET MARRIED YAAAAAYYYYY
The end. Serve dressed in a white coat and garnished with medical jargon.
- Don’t let your hospital get too gross. Readers aren’t here for anything that oozes.
- It doesn’t actually matter who your female lead is, or what she does. She can be related to the baby, or she can be a nurse in the hospital, as long as she’s got an excuse to be there regularly.
- The misunderstanding at the end isn’t all that important. Choose from one of the following flavours:
- No it’s fine, that woman was my sister
- It wasn’t actually you I was talking about when you overheard me
- I’m not actually going to move away after all
- I only kissed that other woman to make sure we weren’t going to get together
- Keep your hot doctor out of scrubs as much as possible. Have you seen those things? They’re like wearing a paper bag. Ideally you want him in a nice suit with a white coat over the top, stethoscope artfully draped around his neck, or just shirtless.
- Don’t make your female lead’s backstory too tragic. The classic is that she can’t fall in love because there was a man who done her wrong, but you can always throw a dead relative in the mix as well.
- Don’t spend too much time on the actual medicine – it can’t get in the way of all the lovely dates!
- Why not let your adorable sick baby play Cupid? It’s what every fledgling adult romance needs – a sticky child asking them when they’re going to get married.
And here’s one I prepared earlier…
Bailey McRae sat at the bar, nursing a glass of red wine. It had been a long, long day. She’d spent it running between the children’s ward and the operating theatre, pacing up and down endless corridors and biting her nails. But now, her nephew Jackson was out of surgery, and it looked like he was going to be all right.
She drained her glass and ordered another. Someone slid into the seat next to her. Of course they did. The bar was half-empty, and there were plenty of seats to choose from, but she was a redhead sitting alone and this was what always happened. She turned, ready to tell him to go away – and stopped.
It was Max Stirling. Blond, blue-eyed Max Stirling, with the brains of a genius and the body of a swimwear model. Dr Max Stirling, who’d just saved Jackson’s life.
He smirked at her. “I’ll get this.”
She put a hand on his arm before he could wave down the bartender and flinched back. If the average human body was seventy percent water, Dr Stirling was seventy percent muscle.
“It’s fine,” she said, blushing.
He flexed a bit. “I know. Shiraz, right? We can split the bottle.”
Her temper flared. Why did he have to be so perfect? He was so arrogant, thinking he was always right. Why didn’t have the common decency to be ugly, so that she could hate him without going all conflicted and tingly?
Dr Stirling poured out two glasses and pushed one towards her. Bailey took it, trying not to smile. She couldn’t get close to him – to anyone. No-one would understand.
“I ought to thank you for what you did today,” she said. “Jackson couldn’t ask for a better doctor. I mean, he can’t speak yet, but…”
“I get it. I’m just glad you chose me.”
“For Jackson’s doctor,” she said, quickly.
He winked. “Sure. But, seriously, I’m glad you acted when you did. I’ve never seen a case of poorlyitis that bad. Not even in both my PhDs.”
He nodded. “Oh, yeah. I’m just glad we got the right medicine in time. I don’t know what Dr Bumble was thinking, giving him that other kind of medicine. That other kind of medicine is no good for people who’ve been in the wars in this particular way, and certainly not for poorlyitis.”
Bailey nodded and sipped her wine. She was having a hard time keeping up with all the jargon.
“Of course,” Dr Stirling continued, “we may still need to do an operation. But don’t worry, I’ll bring plenty of bandages.”
That made her feel better. Dr Stirling smiled at her and ran a hand through his perfect blond hair. It made it go interestingly tousled, and as a bonus, when he lifted his arm she had a really good view of his bicep.
“I never asked,” he said. “How come it’s just you and Jackson?”
“It isn’t. I’m only looking after him for a little while – just until my sister gets back. She’s exploring the Peruvian rainforests, looking for plottonium.”
He raised his eyebrows. “And there’s no…Mr McRae?”
Bailey’s mouth tightened. “No.”
“Really? That can’t be right. A pretty girl like you?”
Bailey snorted and took another sip of her wine. “Yeah, well. I’ve kind of sworn off men since –”
Bailey took a deep breath. There was no point telling him. He wouldn’t get it. She was prepared to bet her own face that no-one had ever broken up with Dr Max Stirling, ever. He was too pretty for that sort of thing.
“Last date I went on, the guy never showed up.”
There. She’d said it. Her secret was out in the open. She’d told him. She’d come clean about her shameful past, at last, and now he would –
“What do you mean, ‘that’s it’?”
“Well, it just seems like a bit of a –”
Bailey downed the last of her wine, blushing fiercely. She knew she shouldn’t have told him. “Look, just forget it, all right?”
“But don’t you think it’s a bit –”
She grabbed her bag and pulled on her jacket. “I knew you wouldn’t get it! Look, sometimes things don’t work even when you flex at them. Got that, Mr Perfect?”
She stormed out. Dr Stirling sat at the bar, stunned, and emptied the rest of the bottle of wine into his glass.
“It’s Dr Perfect, actually,” he muttered.
My full book-cookbook can be found here. Let me know what you’d like me to look at next – and as always, take this recipe with a pinch of salt.