Meet Rhycious and Patience from Sheri Fredricks’s Remedy Maker

Lia, thank you for your hospitality!

I’m holding a contest for the hosts of my book tour. The host with the most commenters will receive this gorgeous rhinestone studded, hand decorated book bag crafted by Tina Garcia of Blingitude.com. Come on everyone! Let’s get in the game!

And before you feel left out, there’s something for the commenters too. Details of the contest are below.

 

Please tell us about you: job, hobbies, special talents, and anything else you would want to share.

*An eighteen-hand-high centaur male in true equine form steps through the entry door, leaving it propped open, and reaches to shake Lia’s hand. A defined muscular arm wraps around a willowy female.*

Rhycious: It’s nice to meet you, Ms. Davis. I’m Rhycious, and this is Patience. Thank you for having us here today

Patience: Hi, Lia! I’m totally stoked to be here.

Rhycious: In the novel Remedy Maker, I serve as a healer for the Centaur herds in the Boronda Forest. Certainly not the only physician out there, but the only Royal Remedy Maker to Her Majesty.

Patience: He’s the best of the bestest. He totally made my illnasty split the scene. *Rhycious smiles*  I, on the other hand, help my stud muffin as much as I can, but I have Wood Nymph duties as a mediator for my people.

 

Tell us about the first time you met.

Patience: I laid eyes on Rhy when I woke-up crashed-out in his bed.  *gives a soft laugh*  I was brought to him in a weary blackout. Dude looked like he’d bit a lemon when I tried talking to him.

Rhycious: You can’t blame me. Who can understand what you’re saying? I don’t think you know half the time, Polytima.

*Raises his brows at Lia*  My human friend found her unconscious and brought her to me. Little did he know Wood Nymphs and Centaurs had been at war with one another for the past two centuries. Didn’t matter—Patience needed medical aid. ‘Course it helps that she looks like a VS model. *chuckles and rubs the back of his neck*

 

 

What drew you to her/him?

Patience: He’s so broodylicious. Grumpified and dignified. At a time when I thought I would die, Rhycious made me feel alive.

Rhycious: *takes a deep breath and glances at the open door*  She’s an anomaly and I like puzzles.

Patience: Get out! Not true.

Rhycious: We about through here?

Patience: Wazzup, big guy? *frowns, and worry creases her brow*  Walls closing in again?

Rhycious: I can hang tough for a little longer. Thanks, babe.

 

What is your favorite part of her/him?

Rhycious: *buries his fingers in Patience’s long, brown sugar locks, and gazes into her eyes*  Outside of her physical perfection and ability to keep me . . . together? I love how positive she remains. Even in the worst of times.

Patience: He acts all grumpy, but deep inside he’s a yearling colt. *turns to smile at Lia*  Rhy is all male with a dollop of ego. But it’s his healing nature that holes up in his heart, making it a favortunistic side to me.

Rhycious: *drops his hand from Patience’s hair and snakes it around her shoulders to give a squeeze*  You asked, Lia. She answered. Hope you understood.

 

 

Care to share future plans?

Patience: We’ve been talkamonic about sprouting some ankle biters, but Big Guy here isn’t ready to spawn. *Slips her hand into Rhycious’, links their fingers, and gives him a wink*

Rhycious: The mythic people have a lot of prejudice to overcome. *turns to Patience*  You saw their reaction to our marriage. Raising a child while chaotic rebels rise against the crown is not the time to . . . .  *He clamps his jaw shut, lips pressed into a thin line.*

Lia, it’s been a pleasure. *extends his hand to shake* I hope we can visit again sometime soon.

Patience: We can answer some questimations if anyone has something to ask us. We’re totally awesomesauce friendly – so go ahead. Grill away!  *Grins*

 

 

Remedy Maker

 

Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.

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?

 

 

Excerpt

 

The twenty-first century was by far his favorite time to live. Natural cure innovations abounded, and the music jammed. Nodding in time to the deep bass thump, Kid Rock rapped out his wish to be a cowboy. Rhycious tapped his toe on the wooden floor and swung his shoulders to the steady rhythm.

A little coffee, some discussion and bargaining, and I’m good to go.

Patience took hesitant steps out of the bedroom with bare feet. She cleared her throat. “Good morning.”

Gods.

Sleep creased her face, her hair lay mussed and wild about her shoulders. Heat coiled low in his belly; his scrotum tightened inside his pants.

He was in deep shit.

In his waking mind, the plan seemed so easy. None of the sexy details were filled in. Now, with her standing in front of him looking like she’d been tumbled hard in the sack, all he could think of was . . . getting hard in the sack!

Fuck.

No! Not that word.

Glorious brown hair, liberally streaked with auburn, floated in waves over her shoulders and cascaded down her back. He watched her like a slow motion movie. She lifted her hands and pushed the heap away from her face, her breasts jiggling with maddening temptation.

“Hey there.” He grabbed open the lower door of the cold box and hid behind it, adjusting himself through his jeans. Guileless, her innocent eyes held no condemnation for his Centaur breeding.

Patience was born decades after the last arrow flew in hatred. Her people had committed horrendous crimes, but he had murdered as well. He was the villain here, not her. The proof stood right before his eyes, looking so damn beautiful—a felony on two legs.

“I hope you don’t mind, I borrowed a shirt.”

Huh? Oh, yeah. Now that he noticed, she wore his Penn State pullover. The navy blue hem fell to mid-gorgeous thigh, and his tongue stuck like Velcro to the roof of his gaping mouth.

“Is that coffee?” Patience glided across the distance separating them, hips swayed seductively. “Mmm, smells wonderful. Can I beg a cup?”

An old adage came to mind: A wiggle in her walk, and a giggle in her talk.

Shit.

“Uh . . . ” He slammed the cooler door shut, grabbed his own mug that read Kiss Me, I’m Amish, and shoved the steaming coffee into her outstretched hands. “Not a problem.” If the brew smelled good, he couldn’t tell. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t anything to smell beyond the fantastic blossom fragrance that was hers alone.

Staring with appreciation, he watched her drift out of the kitchen and sashay to the living room couch. And there she sat. Tucking those mile long legs beneath her.

Holy shit.

Rhycious turned and faced the stove, eyeing the iron skillet. “Are you hungry?” Perhaps a few whacks on the head would bring back his senses. Drier than his humor, he ran a few laps inside of his mouth to generate a modicum of spit.

“Not yet, thanks.”

Pouring coffee with a shaky hand, he took a deep breath, and mentally reviewed notes for the upcoming conversation with her. He needed his wits and mind on the task at hand, not conjuring images of ripping the damn t-shirt off her to enjoy a little good-morning delight.

She gazed at him over the rim of her cup, watching when he sat nearby in the glider rocker. His eyes drew a bead to the shirt’s hem riding high on her thigh. Long bangs covered half a blue eye peering at him while she blew her coffee.

Hard as galvanized steel, his dick lay jammed inside his jeans. He forced his eyes away from her pursed lips with a metaphysical crowbar. Patience was ravishing and eternally youthful as her kind represented. Once thought to be immortal, Wood Nymphs’ lives were linked to their chosen tree. Cut down the tree—kill the Nymph.

 

Buy link: Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Remedy-Maker-ebook/dp/B008S29WT2/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1344020682&sr=1-2&keywords=remedy+maker

 

About Sheri

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.

Website / Blog / Facebook / Twitter

Giveaway!

I have a prize for one lucky commenter, so don’t forget to leave your email address! Among other swag goodies, your name will go into the grand prize drawing for a $20 Amazon gift card at the end of my book tour.