He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.
Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.
Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.
When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.
Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?
When I first agreed to review this book I wasn't really sure what to expect. I must admit though, I was pleasantly surprised.
Remedy Maker is the story of Rhy the shape shifter, Centaur by night and Man by day. And Patience the free spirited Wood Nymph who's turn of phrase is unique to say the least. Though a seemingly unusual couple they seem to work together beautifully.
Sheri has crafted an engaging read that leaves no detail uncovered and provides plenty of steamy visuals.
If there is one negative about the book I thought it was some of the language. Sometimes I got a little lost and I would have to go back and read a section because I just missed the key point of the paragraph. This may be more to do with the fact that I am and Aussie though than the way it was written.
Overall I give this book 4 out of 5 Definitely recommend it.
Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom for her readers.
A former engineering secretary, Sheri lives on the beautiful central coast of California. "I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries." A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. "Ultimately," she says, "my husband encouraged me to write them all down."
Sheri loves to spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.
Holding the mug with one hand, she used the other to push off the cushions. Her knees knocked together as she strained to stand.
“Patience!” Samuel hurried to grasp her arm and help steady her.
“Why is it that people keep telling me to be patient?” Rhy said, louder than necessary. Exasperated, he pushed up his sleeves and rolled his eyes. “Samuel, watch her—”
The hot chocolate sloshed out of the cup, and the girl wavered on her feet. Samuel took the drink from her, but not before it spilled across the blue throw rug. Clutching at Sam’s shoulder, she all but pulled him down to the couch with her.
Rhycious huffed out a breath, weaved around the couch, and swept her up into his arms. Prepared for revulsion from bare Nymph skin next to his, he wasn’t ready for her warmth to invade his senses. With her body resting in his arms, his mind spun and assimilated the physical sensations.
Pine, spring grass—scents of the woods. She smelled so damn good that he allowed himself to enjoy another deep inhale. Long, walnut-colored locks flowed like a glossy waterfall over his arm and past his hip. Her loose hair swung in an arc when he turned for the bedroom.
“Yeah, Sam. I heard you the first time,” Rhy said.
“No.” Samuel’s tone stopped him, and he made a half turn back. Sam’s mouth was set in a mulish line. “Her name is Patience.”
“I’m sorry.” Surrounded by a soft green circle, her pupils were offset by a sea of blue. Her eyes were tinted with a splash of yellow, and they implored him to forgive her. Shifting her in his arms only brought her face closer. Her arms circled his neck for stability.
And he was in no way stable.