Excerpt of The Healer's Gift by Willa Blair

Logen’s mouth on Coira’s palm had set her whole body to tingling. His kiss melted her bones. She held on to him, certain that she could no longer stand on her own. The fire that raged in him burned in her as well, making her weak. Making her forget who he was. What he was. She could feel nothing but the desire sweeping through him. It heated her blood, overwhelmed her senses, and made her bold.

“Dinna release me,” she warned. “I will fall.”

“Have I harmed ye then?” The concern in his voice was mirrored in the sudden cold fear that lapped at her senses.

“Nay, nay. Dinna fash.” The chill receded. Coira lifted a hand and cupped Logen’s face yet again. His gaze burned into her as if he was trying to read her mind. She knew he could not do that, but the idea that he wished to know her so well pleased her. “The opposite. Ye make me feel…things I’ve never felt before.”

Logen stayed silent, his gaze moving over her face. The feelings flooding through him seemed to well up from his soul. His unspoken longing brought tears to her eyes and threatened to consume her. Coira’s throat tightened as her own impossible longings escaped her control to blend with his.

He finally spoke. “Ye bring me peace. Did ye ken that? I desire ye, I canna hide it. But ye bring me peace.”

“Ach, Logen.” She kissed him softly while her heart broke in two. “Ye make me wish to weep.” He was completely open to her, strong and confident, yet all she sensed was his vulnerability. “No one has ever said anything like that to me. Has the Healer’s gift changed me so much, then?”