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?”