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

“Let me make you feel good, babe. Please.” Nash nipped at his shoulder through the T-shirt, but Arlo could say without a doubt it was exactly where he’d bitten him earlier. “I’m not overly proud of how things ended last time.”


Arlo must have gone insane because he chuckled.


“God, yes, laugh. It feels so good.” Nash’s hand slipped in under Arlo’s—Nash’s—T-shirt.


Cool air hit Arlo’s body as Nash pulled off the T-shirt and pushed Arlo onto the bed. Before Arlo could scramble away Nash was on top of him, chest to chest he nuzzled Arlo’s neck again. “It does feel good.” He kissed Arlo, his tongue sweeping over his lips until Arlo took him in.


Chapter 47