After seven years of being on the move, Arlo Barman wants nothing more than a place to call home. But unbeknownst to him, Arlo is a caladrius healer, so staying in one place has never been an option. The compulsion to separate himself from those he's healed is all-consuming and leaves him little choice but to pack up yet again. Nash Silver is the only werewolf in his small coastal town. Living undetected in a human world is imperative for his kind, and he and his small circle of friends -- a vampire and a psychic -- have done so for decades. But Nash's anonymous existence is jeopardized when a man with an enticing scent moves into town. From the moment Nash lays eyes on the stranger, nothing is more important than being close to him. Not even guarding his secret. Arlo isn't interested in a relationship or even a date, his past has taught him nothing good comes from it, but the rather pushy local popping up everywhere he goes has his heart somersaulting. If he's heart is somersaulting or not doesn't matter, because when Nash gets injured, Arlo is the only one who can save him. Having used his powers, Arlo has to leave Nash and the cozy town he wanted to make his home, but can Nash survive being separated from his mate?

Black Bird

“Have you made your picks? I know I’m late, but perhaps we should head out right away?” He wouldn’t have minded a beer or two first but getting Gilbert out of here was more important.


Ellis rubbed his forehead. “Yeah, I’m passing tonight.” What kind of look he gave Nash from behind his shades he didn’t know, but Gilbert went still at his words, and when vampires are still, they’re eerily still.


“I…erm…” Nash would not leave this place with some guy when Arlo was sitting a few tables away. He hadn’t been with anyone since he’d first laid eyes on Arlo—couldn’t. The thought of touching someone other than him had Nash recoiling. Strange. He was sure it would pass. It had probably nothing to do with Arlo. He was just tired. Could werewolves get depressed? Maybe he had the autumn blues.


Gilbert narrowed his eyes. “I’m having the blond in the corner.”


“What?” He flashed fangs and Nash’s skin prickled.


Chapter 12