Please help me welcome author Sheri Fredricks to BIR today to share her latest release, Remedy Maker! (love the cover!) Below you'll find all the details about her book and a fabulous excerpt and giveaway to enjoy!
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Back of the Book:
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?
ENJOY AN EXCERPT:
Patience cried out, her inner muscles clenching around him in quickening pulses. Teeth gritted, neck straining, barely the presence of mind to wait for her to reach the finish line together.
Gods, she was so blessedly tight around him, it was hard to do.
Rhycious wanted to fuck her hard, make her come over and again until she couldn’t think of anything but him.
Her keening cries and arched back took his willpower away. Unable to hold out much longer, he reached between their bodies and rubbed his finger across her enflamed little clit. Muscles clamped down on his cock so strongly that together they reached their peak.
Their mingled breaths panted as their mythic bodies mated. The thin golden thread holding it all together snapped and set them free. Rhycious was fighting compulsion, fighting base need, fighting to collapse the wall between Centaur and Wood Nymph forever.
He growled in bursts of animalistic successions, jerking his hips as he fought her body for depth. Her inner muscles convulsed, milking him for all he was worth. With a deafening roar, he came apart. Hot spurts shot out and he couldn’t restrain himself. He hooked an arm around the back of her knee, pulling her leg high, and thrust against their mutual spasms.
Breathing rapidly, Rhycious collapsed over her, careful not to allow his full, sated weight to crush her. Eyes closed, he let the warmth of Patience’s soul seep into his, healing him from the inside out.
To calm his racing heart, he took a deep breath. Blood pounded in his ears, knocking like a fist to his skull. He couldn’t move. Hell, he didn’t want to, and why should he when he was so comfortable right where he was.
The writhing under him mewed and stroked his back, gaining his attention.
“What? You want air?” He chuckled and rolled to his side, cuddling her close. “You’re lucky I have the energy left.”
Carefully pulling out his semi-erection, he lifted his hand to cover his eyes and groaned. “My hangover is worse than I thought. I swear there’s someone banging around inside my head.”
Patience giggled and poked him in the side. “That’s what I’ve been trying to informate you on. Someone’s at the door.”
He jerked to a sitting position and bolted off the floor bed. Air beads inside the futon mattress crackled like trampled nutshells in a bag as he jumped to his wobbly feet. He grabbed his jeans off the chair.
“Pan’s holy hooves, woman! Why didn’t you say anything?” He jabbed his legs into his pants, zipping them up, forgoing the top button. “Shit. Where’d I put the gun?” He whipped his head about, turning to look around him.
“On the dresser.” Laughter in her voice, Patience held the bed sheet in front of her, pushing her sexy, bed tousled hair out of her eyes. “I’ll get dressed.”
With a flick of his thumb, the gun’s cylinder kicked open to the side. He checked the ammo—all six rounds in place. A quick jerk of his wrist snapped the wheel shut.
“You,” he pointed his finger at her, “aren’t going anywhere. Get dressed if you like but stay in here.” Distraction from whoever kicked his door was the last thing Rhycious needed.
Not waiting for her sexy red lips to form the rebuttal scowling from her eyes, he opened the stallroom door and slid through, shutting it securely behind him.
The knocking in his head transferred to a fierce pounding at the front door. Picking up the pace, he jogged down the short hall and went to the kitchen window to peer out.
Beneath the covering of a broad leather flap, a thick black tail swished with irritation. Evenly spaced brass studs decorated the edge of the bottom layer of body armor like a formally dressed armadillo. Attached to the annoyed rear appendage, the golden body belonged to no other than Kempor Aleksander himself.
Before Alek could splinter his door with all his hoof hammerings, Rhycious threw it open and took a step out.
“Get off my porch.” Rhycious took another step. “Get out of my sight.” He poked Alek in the chest. “And don’t come back till October!”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
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.
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