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

Deon turned to Holly who was gaping at them and smiled. The dimples that had caught Arlo’s interest when he’d first seen Deon made an appearance. “Would it be all right if he took a break? We need a few minutes, family emergency.”


“Sure.” Holly smiled, her eyes glued to Deon.


“No, it’s not time for my break yet.”


“It’s all right, there’s hardly anyone here. I can manage.”


“Go.” She made a shooing gesture, looking at him for the first time. Her grin died when he shook his head, but it was too late. Deon grabbed his arm and tugged him, none too gently, toward the exit.


Nash was drumming his fingers against his kitchen table. He’d gone to his apartment after Arlo had gone to work, that way he was closer to the coffee shop.


Chapter 57