Gabby has a secret. A secret that might get her kicked out of the only true home she’s ever known. When her powers malfunction and bring her into direct conflict with Mason—a widowed LexTal warrior who makes her heart pound and her legs weak—she scrambles to hold onto her carefully constructed world. Mason’s wounded past keeps him from getting close to anyone but he can’t resist Gabby. There’s an essence about her his soul can’t ignore no matter how much his mind protests. Her secret threatens to tear Gabby and Mason apart before they’ve even begun to explore the draw between them. But with the unprecedented hold she has on Mason’s heart and magic, how can he bear to let her go?

Healer Suz was known for her cool head, steady presence, and impeccable composure under pressure—a pressure that included magical attacks against her people, the Rengalla, and her on the front lines, healing any injuries they sustained. But her position at the Colony was more than that. If someone twisted their ankle, she repaired the tendons and ligaments. If a baby was being born, she was there, welcoming them into the world. If an idiot soldier got hurt doing idiot soldier things, she yelled at them . . . then healed whatever injury had brought them her way. She took care of people. The need was engrained in her heart and soul. Along with . . . loneliness. She wanted someone of her own she could take care of. The trouble was she wanted a particular someone. And Graham hadn’t ever bothered to give her the time of day.

Darcy was used to people looking past her. Hell, she’d made an art form of it—avoiding the busybodies, doing what she wanted with her life. And for the most part it worked. She got to do what she wanted, when she wanted because people left her alone. Unfortunately, there was one person who had decided to ignore the No Entry signs and barbed wire that made most people keep their distance as he barreled his way through her peaceful existence. Morgan was one of the strongest soldiers protecting her people, but he seemed to live to press her buttons, to infuriate her, to drive her absolutely to the edge of reason. That was his art form, and he was excellent at it. Still, Darcy was stubborn and would not be worn down. She wouldn’t let anyone in, least of all Morgan. But then . . . he gave her the letter.