How Accurate Are Mark J Syms MD'S Medical Thrillers?

I faked my own death to escape a killer surgeon. Then I saved a mafia boss's brother and became his prisoner. I thought I was safe hiding in the shadows. Then Frank Costello dragged his dying brother into my clinic with a gun to my head: "Save him or die trying." Now I'm trapped in his world. Three months of service, he says. Treat his men, ask no questions, and he'll give me enough money to disappear forever. But Frank Costello doesn't play fair. He knows my secrets. He knows I'm running from a murderer who thinks I'm dead. And when that killer finds me again, Frank makes me an offer I can't refuse: Stay with him, let him protect me. The price? My freedom, my principles, my heart. I'm a healer. He's a killer. We're on opposite sides of every line that matters. But when the man I'm running from comes back for blood, Frank Costello might be the only thing standing between me and a bullet. The question isn't whether I'll fall for him. It's whether I'll survive long enough to regret it.

They threw me away like I was nothing. Divorced me for my younger, prettier, fertile sister. I signed divorce papers while I suspected I was finally pregnant. Smiled while they handed me five thousand dollars and told me to disappear. I disappeared, alright. Off a cliff, Into freezing water. Nearly drowned carrying his twins. Someone wanted me dead. His family buried the investigation before my body was even cold, except there was no body. Because I survived. Ten years later, I walk back into their world as Dr. Scarlett Fox. The surgeon they're begging to save his dying mother. He doesn't recognize me until it's too late. Untill he sees my face and his entire world crumbles. Then he sees my kids, his kids. With his eyes and my fury. Now Nicholas's on his knees. Saying he spent a decade in hell thinking he killed me. Saying he's changed. But someone in his family is guilty, and as I dig deeper, people start watching. The man who saved me, Spencer, wants me to stop. He says it's too dangerous. That I should choose him, let the past stay buried. But I didn't survive murder just to run back scared. I'm Dr. Scarlett Fox now. Elite surgeon. Single mother. And I'm about to perform the most important operation of my life. Cutting out the cancer in the Cruz family. Even if it kills me this time.

In the hallowed halls of academia, power is never shared it’s taken. Dr. Justin Ellis, known as the CC Terror, rules his lecture halls with a razor-sharp tongue and a gaze that strips away pretense. At forty-three, he is brilliant, ruthless, and untouchable, his presence carved from cold authority and concealed desire. To his students, he is a nightmare in a tailored suit, but beneath the discipline lies a darkness no one dares to provoke. No one except Brenda Stuart. Brenda is everything Justin should ignore young, fiery, too bold for her own good. Her beauty unsettles him; her defiance ignites a hunger he has buried beneath years of restraint. She should be just another student, yet every sharp exchange between them drips with something forbidden, something neither of them can deny. When Brenda confronts him after class, demanding answers for his relentless attention, their clash sparks a dangerous intimacy. What begins as a battle of wills transforms into a seduction dark, punishing, addictive. Brenda discovers that Justin’s lessons extend far beyond chemistry, into realms of dominance and surrender where rules are broken and innocence is devoured. In a world where reputations can be destroyed with a whisper, they enter a secret arrangement of lust, discipline, and obsession. But as desire deepens into something darker, Brenda must decide if she’s willing to give herself entirely to the man who both terrifies and consumes her... Because Dr. Ellis doesn’t just want her mind, he wants her body, her virginity. And Brenda is down for anything.

Alexander Sanchez is a Neurosurgeon that works at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery, London. He is ranked among the best Neurosurgeon in the country. He is handsome, skilled ambitious and aims at being the World best Neurosurgeon. He has a mysterious past he is yet to understand and unknown to the world, Alex has a medical condition, essential tremor, a nervous system disorder that causes rythmic shaking of the hand, head, voice, arms or legs. Ryan Wilson is also a Neurosurgeon whose skills is also rated among the best in the country He works at the best Private Hospital in London owned by his family, he is as greedy as anyone can be. He comes from a family who has a long line of amazing doctors and his father expects him to make him proud by being the world best Neurosurgeon. Jasmine Wright is a simple but brilliant girl, she graduated as the best student from National University, London as a Surgical Technologist. She got hired as an assistant surgeon at the National Hospital for Neurology and Neurosurgery. What happens when Jasmine gets entangled in Alex and Ryan power tussle to become the world best Neurosurgeon? Please read on...

The new intern in our department, Astrid Stokes, had a soft, harmless look people viewed as innocent. She also claimed she could see a countdown over people's heads, ticking down to their deaths. Most of us just laughed it off and told her she had been reading way too many web novels. When an elderly man was rushed into the ER, she told the department head, Melanie Brooks, not to bother. She said the man wouldn't make it through the day. Melanie ignored her and pushed ahead with everything we had. The old man still died. The attending doctor even got slashed by the patient's family during the fallout. After that, people started to waver. During a team outing, Astrid suddenly screamed and told us not to get on a specific bus. She said if we did, we would all die. With no other choice, we switched vehicles. By the time we reached our destination, news came in. The bus we were supposed to take had lost its brakes and gone off a bridge. After that, almost everyone believed her. Everyone except me. The next day, she pointed straight at me. "Ruth shouldn't be a doctor anymore. If she stays, she'll get caught up in a medical dispute, and the whole department will end up dead or injured." Just like that, Melanie reassigned me. I went from doctor to janitor, handling medical waste. One day, I got scratched by a contaminated needle. Yet, no one would treat me. "Astrid already said it. This is her destiny. Anyone who gets involved will die, too." My body rotted from infection, sores breaking open across my skin. I died alone on the street, full of fury. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day Astrid first claimed she could see those death countdowns.

This year, as the country's leading neurosurgeon, I was invited to perform a high-profile specialist surgery at a hospital in another state. Twenty years ago, I stood in this very operating room. My mother suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and the surgeon's hand slipped by less than a quarter of an inch. She died. Back then, it was my first love, Ethan Lancaster, who helped me through the grief. Only later did I learn the truth. The surgeon listed on the case was Ethan's father, the hospital's renowned Chief of Neurosurgery. But the one actually holding the scalpel was Ethan himself, still a surgical resident at the time. He and Vanessa Hart had planned it all along. They used my mother's operation as a practice case to advance his career. After the tragedy, Vanessa used her status as the hospital director's daughter to bury the entire incident. From that day forward, I gave up my guaranteed research placement and sat for medical school entrance exams again. I studied from undergraduate through postdoctoral training. I spent twenty full years turning myself into the kind of surgeon who would never make that mistake. All so that one day, no one else would have to suffer the same tragedy my mother did. Today, my assistant slid a patient's file across the desk. Brainstem tumor. Late stage. Extremely high risk. The face in the photo had aged considerably, but I recognized it at a glance. I handed the file back to my assistant and removed my surgical coat. “I can't perform this surgery.”