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

“So I take it you fucked him since you’re almost civilized.”


Heat climbed Arlo’s face, and he wished the floor would open underneath his feet. Nash snarled in Gilbert’s face, when he’d moved there Arlo didn’t know.


“You’ll shut the fuck up, Gil, or I’ll fucking kill you.”


“Touchy, how charming. Normally you have no problem dishing the details of your latest fuck.”


Pain sliced through Arlo’s heart, but he pretended it wasn’t there. Of course, he was just another conquest for Nash, one of many if he was to believe Holly. Son of a mother trucker, he was stupid. Slowly, not to alert Gil and Nash he took a step toward the kitchen, and another, and another. He slipped out through the living room with a sigh. He should’ve left when he’d first planned to.


An arm wrapped around his waist and Nash was nuzzling his neck. “Sorry, love. Got a little…furious.”


Chapter 51