My Review: Medicine Man by Saffron A. Kent

My Review:  Medicine Man by Saffron A. KentMedicine Man by Saffron A. Kent
Publication Date: September 27, 2018
Genres: forbidden, Psychological, Taboo, Thriller
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Synopsis

Willow Taylor lives in a castle with large walls and iron fences. But this is no ordinary castle. It’s called Heartstone Psychiatric hospital and it houses forty other patients. It has nurses with mean faces and techs with permanent frowns.

It has a man, as well. A man who is cold and distant. Whose voice drips with authority. And whose piercing gray eyes hide secrets, and maybe linger on her face a second too long.

Willow isn’t supposed to look deep into those eyes. She isn’t supposed to try to read his tightly leashed emotions. And neither is she supposed to touch herself at night, imagining his powerful voice and that cold but beautiful face.

No, Willow Taylor shouldn’t be attracted to Simon Blackwood, at all.

Because she’s a patient and he’s her doctor. Her psychiatrist.

The medicine man.

WARNING: This book discusses sensitive issues including but not limited to, depression and suicide.

My Review

Medicine Man by Author Saffron A. Kent is a taboo, forbidden novel, featuring a doctor and his patient.

“… a hero isn’t someone who doesn’t fall. A hero is someone who knows how to rise.”

There are some books that you pick up and absorb. Ones with storylines that inextricably stay inside of you. Medicine Man was definitely one of those stories.

“Medicine is in his blood. Like illness is in mine. My blood is tainted with poison and his is laced with the antidote.

Willow Taylor is a young girl who has lost her fight. Depression has dragged her down and held her captive. Following a particularly life-altering episode, she is placed at Heartstone Psychiatric Hospital where she meets psychiatrist, Simon Blackwood. They both have their own demons, not to mention the years between them. But, a spark is brought to life, and that spark ignites something in them that cannot be ignored.

“It doesn’t make sense.” His gray, almost black, gaze flicks back and forth. “You’re my patient. You’re my responsibility. I’m supposed to fix you, not think about your lips. I’m not supposed to think about your mouth or the taste of your tongue. If you really taste like you smell.”

Three things I LOVED about this novel. The first will not be a shock. The taboo aspect was a definite drawing card. Not only was Simon older than Willow, he was also her doctor. Double taboo. The forbidden aspect of their relationship made me tense with anticipation of who might walk in, what might happen next, and where their pull to one another would lead. Just the right amount of come-hither heat rose from the pages in a steamy cloud.

“…that something in my veins is not magic. It’s anything but magic. It’s a curse and the only thing that I can do to get rid of it is to not think about it at all.”

I also LOVED all of the side characters in the story. Because of the setting in which most of the novel was written, the character dynamics were very visible. It was a well-watched, tightly knit group of people that were forced to share the same space. This aspect caused some of the greatest moments of laughter and feel-good, as lifelong bonds were formed.

“Simon Blackwood is such a contradiction. He wants to save me, but he also wants me to save myself. He wants me to fight, and at the same time, he wants to protect me. A unicorn. He’s a unicorn.”

Finally, and the most impressive aspect of this novel, was the way in which Author Saffron A. Kent wrote about the subject of depression. Her refined words were carefully crafted as she endeavored to bring to light a delicate subject matter, while still allowing us to enjoy and sink into this off-limits exchange.

“…let me be the man who can make you smile not with your lips, but with your eyes. I am asking you to let me be the man who makes you want to laugh with abandon.”

Medicine Man was a taboo and emotionally moving story about finding your fight and tenacity, while allowing yourself to embrace living and being alive. It was hot. It was inspiring. It was captivating.

#SparksandThunders

5 Stars

Excerpt

“Do you have someone special, Dr. Blackwood?”

Someone you kiss? Someone you grab and pull into a dark alley and press against

walls?

I don’t say that but I’m definitely asking that.

It’s like he hears the unspoken questions because the heat of his body seems to have

doubled. Like his blood is rushing in his veins with an uncanny speed.

With flaring nostrils and a hard jaw, he answers, “No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’m busy.”

I want to smile. Actually, I’ve never wanted to smile this hard. Ever. His answer calms

me but it also makes me restless to move closer to him. I want to trace my palm over the arch

of his chest and see if I got it right in my dreams.

But I don’t do any of those things. I don’t want him to take away this small concession

he’s given me.

Why is he even giving it to me? I’m not complaining. But still.

“Busy with patients?”

“Busy with my job. Yes,” he says, all professional-like.

That’s what he is. Professional and distant. Dedicated to his job and fixing people. If

Mass General let him go, then they are idiots.

I’m an idiot, too, in this moment.

Instead of backing off, I want to do something. Something that might crack his cool

façade. Maybe reaching up and messing up his no-nonsense hair.

What would he do? If I did that? If I grabbed his collar and pushed him against the wall?

And kissed him?

My eyes drop to his lips, his soft, soft lips. There’s a cleft in the middle of his lower lip. I

want to taste that cleft, dig my tongue in it, wet it, suck on it, bite it.

“So you don’t have fun at all?”

“No. I’m not a fun guy.”

I watch his lips form the words, and every syllable that comes out of his mouth makes

my need to shake him, kiss him, mess him up, stronger. Stronger and stronger.

 

The need is so consuming that I hardly notice when he puts his hand on my palm and

takes it off his body. It’s final and smooth, his action. Effortless. As though my touch barely

registered to him.

“But I think you have a point. It’s after hours and I should go… have fun rather than

spending my time with a patient.” He steps back then. “I’ll see you next week. Same time.”

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