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12 pages, Audible Audio
First published September 27, 2018






“I wanted him to know the truth. Maybe because my feelings for him – crush, fascination, whatever -isn’t like my illness. It’s one pure thing, and I didn’t want to hide it.”




"I can’t ignore this growing… something just under my ribcage. Something like longing but with a sharper edge. More like restlessness."
"There’s a sun stuck in my head. It’s bright and glaring. It hurts my eyes, my skull, my very bones. I shove a pillow on my face, trying to shield myself from the rays. Obviously, it doesn’t help. Because the sun is inside my head. Inside. My head."
"Medicine is in his blood. Like illness is in mine. My blood is tainted with poison and his is laced with the antidote."
"Broken heart is more dangerous than a disease of the mind, though. They give you a pill to make your brain happy, but they haven’t yet made a pill for heartbreak. So there. That should teach everyone who wants to fall in love."
"Well, as happy as you can be while living with clinical depression. Unfortunately, love isn’t a cure for it, but the love of my life is there with me every step of the way."
"As much as I enjoy the fantasy of him curing me, of him being my medicine man, I know he can’t. I know in this life, the only person who can save you is yourself. I’ve been fighting to save my life ever since I was born. I don’t need him to save me."
"I’m already locked up. I’m free to be insane."
"I feel like I needed that, his tongue inside my mouth, tasting, sweeping, licking. Hungry. I needed to be his food, his sustenance, like he’s become mine."
“Because the thing is that it’s not my fault either. That I was born this way. It’s not my fault that sometimes things get just a little bit harder. It’s not my fault that every day I fight a silent battle. I implode. I don’t make a sound. I don’t say a word. I don’t let anyone know what I’m going through. It’s like I’m blaming myself. And I don’t want to do that anymore. I told you because it’s not my fault. It’s not my fault that some days my goal is just to make it through the day. While others make plans to ace an interview or a test or go see a movie or for a walk, I make plans to just get through the day. It’s not my fault. It’s my achievement. It’s my strength that I fight. Someone told me that I’m a warrior, and that I’m ashamed of it. So this is me…” I nod, unfisting my hands. “Not being ashamed. This is me asking for help.”
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.
He’s not a hero, he said. Maybe that’s why I shattered myself just now. For him. So he could fix me, save me like a hero he says he isn’t. With his medicine in my blood putting me to sleep, I close my eyes to that ridiculous thought. I don’t want anyone to save me. I don’t need saving. I also don’t need a hero.
My medicine man is curing me, purifying my blood, vacuuming the illness out of me. With his mouth, his kisses, he’s drinking down all my poison. That thing inside me that gives me blue eyes. He’s making me cleaner, healthier. He’s purging me. He’s making me happy. The thing that’s as elusive to me as love.
“You make my sadness not so… sad.”
Medicine is in his blood. Like illness is in mine. My blood is tainted with poison and his is laced with the antidote.
“There’s no shame in having to fight. There’s no shame in having to kick and scream. There’s no shame in being a warrior. It’s the most honorable thing you can do for yourself. Pick up a sword and fight. Just reach out, Willow, and pick it up. That’s all you have to do. And if someone makes you feel ashamed just for the fact that you’re a fighter, then...” He licks his lips. “Then fuck them.”
“It’s biology. If you keep staring at it with your bratty eyes, it will get that way.” I give him those bratty eyes. “I wanna suck it.” He flinches at my declaration and I keep going. “But I won’t ask you for that. And you know what else? I won’t be begging you to fuck me, either.”
“You won’t?” I pout. “No. Because if someone wants to fuck me, then he should have the courtesy to tell me that himself. I have pride, you know.” Finally, he stops smoothing down my hair and starts playing with the seam of my lips. “That’s good, Willow. Pride is good. One of us should have that.”
“Do you know why I love the rain?”
“Willow –"
“Because it reminds me of second chances. It makes me think that if this ugly world can be pure after a heavy shower, I can be pure too. I can get all the chances that I want.”
“And he is hard. And hot. And so big. Like a pipe or something. It makes me feel so small, smaller and more feminine than I’ve ever felt. So I undulate against him.
Jesus, it’s big. And swollen.
No wonder I had to jack him off with two hands. The head of it seems purple in color, darker than the rest of the length. And he’s oozing out pre-cum. A white, pearly drop that makes me think of white, pearly gates.
Keeper of the black gates of Heartstone has a dick that makes me think of the white gates of heaven.
“I kept my slippers on my princess feet for you. L-like you told me. Won’t you come for me, Simon? Please come in my princess pussy.”





If you haven’t read Saffron’s The Unrequited, then you must. This otoh is both shallow and protracted, also, the protagonists have zero chemistry. It’s a no for me. DNF @23%





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"A hero isn't someone who doesn't fall. A hero is someone who knows how to rise."Loved it! Lots of depth, lots of heat; Medicine Man was exactly my jam!
Maybe I can keep the good memories and forget the ugly ones.The story didn't start out with a bang though. The first 10% or so was a bit of a snoozefest. It wasn't until Willow and Simon have their first real conversation that I really sat up and took notice ---> after that, I was HOOKED.
"You have something against doctors?"Her lonely struggle with depression was painted with such vivid and careful strokes.
Say no. Say no. Say no.
I offer him a tight smile. "Yes. Especially psychiatrists."
That's the worst part of being mentally ill: you don't know the real you because the illness and meds fuck with everything.She came across as very human and I was made to feel her every heart-piercing emotion as she attempted to come to grips with herself . . . with the help of her new doctor.
There's something haunting him and it's more than the fact that I'm his patient and he's my psychiatrist.Ironically, the way Simon respected and understood Willow's struggle was nothing short of awe-inspiring. He truly only wanted good things for her. Gah!! There were some incredible moments in this book.
"There's no shame in having to fight. There's no shame in having to kick and scream. There's no shame in being a warrior. It's the most honorable thing you can do for yourself."But of course, all the while, there was an electric undercurrent of attraction between them.
I can't ignore this growing...something, just under my rib cage, something like longing but with a sharper edge. More like restlessness.When it explodes? Holy hell!
I lose my breath at the sight of his sheer need.~Fans self~ This book was HOT, you guys!
"Your princess wants to suck your cock. Won't you let her?"Fortunately, the dirty talk was just the icing on the cake, and Simon doesn't save Willow with his magic dick (oh, sorry, maybe I should have put that behind a spoiler tag. :D ) Rest assured, the core of the story actually revolves around two lost souls finding themselves and each other.
We aren't made to live our lives alone.I definitely recommend if you're looking for some trashy romance that runs side-by-side with a serious story that will tug at your heartstrings. This is going on my list of 2018 favorites!











This started strong. It really did. I was engaged until 50%, Saffron's dialogues were great, the tension build up was good and I thought this was going to be worth reading all the way to the end. I was wrong. I was so wrong.
Don't get me wrong, this is not by any means the worst book in the world or the worst book I've read, but it's not a good one either.
Worst things first, shall we?
- Our main character is obsessed with Harry Potter. She talks about Harry Potter every 3 paragraphs, she wears Harry Potter t-shirts every single day like a uniform and carries a Harry Potter book around like she is 2 and it's her blankie. And you expect me to want her to fuck the hot psychiatrist who is almost 20 years older?
She was so absurdly childish that there were certain moments I felt like I was reading about a ped*phil!e and his 7 year old patient.
Psychiatrist and his patient, this could have been such a good trope. Incredible idea, awful, awful execution. Maybe one day Pam Godwin will pick a trope like this up and transform it into what is supposed to be: anything but this.
Some honorable mentions: The sentence "I want to hero-worship your c*ck" was used without a single drop of sarcasm.
After 50% the amount of sex scenes were absurd, repetitive, cringy to the point of almost being disgusting, misplaced and overused. We had a sex scene immediately after he told her his mom killed herself. It went exactly like this:
"My mom k!lled herself"
"I'm sorry"
"Bend over".
I hate Harry Potter and I thought this heroine was INSULTING to every Harry Potter fan out there. She asks him to "please c*m in my princess p*ssy", again, without a single drop of sarcasm and I decided I wanted to be locked up at the same mental institution she was in after reading that with my own two eyes.
The best part of this book was when one of the secondary characters told the PSYCHIATRIST he needed professional help. The book should have ended there.
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