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

Nash’s huge hand touched his waist, the heat seeping into him, making him shiver. “Yes.”


The nuzzling continued, and Nash took a step closer, brushing against him, and Arlo might have shuddered. Deon never made him this…tingly.


Nash nipped at his neck sending another shiver down his spine.


“But not taking no for an answer.” Arlo tilted his head to the side, hoping Nash wouldn’t notice he did so to give him a little more room. It’d been a long time since anyone made him weak in the knees. In all honesty, no one had ever made him weak in the knees.


“Well…I’m giving you time to change your mind.”


Nash groaned and a wave of arousal coursed through Arlo. Crap, this is bad. “Nash.” He slid his hands up his arms and onto his shoulders. “Sleep. We need to sleep.”


Chapter 37