REVIEW AND EXCERPT: Medicine Man by Saffron A. Kent


Release Date: September 27th

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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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.


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My Review

I haven’t read a ton of taboo/forbidden romances nor have I had the pleasure of reading a story by Saffron A. Kent, even though I have quite a few of them on my Kindle, so when I saw the sign-up for Medicine Man, I knew it was my chance to dive into one of Kent’s worlds and experience all of the writing goodness that my fellow bloggers have mentioned on numerous occasions.

I definitely wasn’t prepared for Willow and Simon’s story…not for the push and pull between them that seemed to exist almost from the start…not for the depth of Willow’s struggles and the soul searching required for her to not necessarily heal but to recognize and come to terms with her depression and identify ways to cope with it, but more than that, I wasn’t prepared for just how much I was pulling for this couple, despite the age difference, despite the nature of their professional relationship, and despite the fact that some of Simon’s actions frustrated me and made me question the type of man he truly is.

The sexual tension between Willow and Simon resonates from the pages; it becomes this living and breathing entity that’s unrelenting regardless of how much either of them tries to fight it or the complications that could occur by them rising everything to be together in the ways that they haven’t wanted to for quite some time.

For only being 18 years old, Willow is an incredibly insightful and strong character, and while she clearly has deep seated issues, she also has a strength inside of her that the people at Heartstone help her to find, allowing her to see in herself what they see in her while also supporting her in ways that help her to move forward and reclaim a life that she deserves.

Medicine Man addresses several hot button issues, and Kent does justice to their complexity, taking great care to examine all of their intricacies and to enlighten her readers with profound insight into the ups and downs associated with these weighty topics.

My first foray into Saffron A. Kent’s storytelling was everything that I wanted it to be, and even though it took me a bit to immerse myself completely into Willow and Simon’s story, once I was there, I loved every frustrating, sensual, and complicated moment that leads to an ending that Willow and Simon have earned.

4.5 Poison Apples


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

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


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.”

About the Author

Writer of bad romances. Aspiring Lana Del Rey of the Book World.

Saffron A. Kent is a Top 100 Amazon Bestselling author of Contemporary and New Adult romance. More often than not, her love stories are edgy, forbidden and passionate. Her work has been featured in Huffington Post, New York Daily News and USA Today’s Happy Ever After.

She lives in New York City with her nerdy and supportive husband, and a million and one books.

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