Aftermath: Kismet, #3
By Jaci Burton
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Book 3 of a sexy series from the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of the Play-by-Play series and Hope series.
Faerie princess Trista had the perfect plan—fool King Braedon of Greenbriar into thinking her sister, Solara would not marry him, thereby freeing Solara and allowing her sister to marry the man she really loved. Only the plan backfired and their father promised Trista to Braedon instead! Braedon is cold and barbaric, but within his outer shell of indifference lurks a man filled with passion. Trista intends to break his protective layers of ice until she uncovers the heat within him. She will make him choose her for love or there will be no marriage at all.
Braedon doesn't care which sister he marries, needing the union only to unite their lands and keep Greenbriar safe from the wizards. Love causes nothing but death and heartbreak. But Trista creates havoc within Greenbriar, her mischievous spirit causing an uproar as she demands his attention in disconcerting ways. He fights the lust burning within him, afraid to love the faerie who torments him with her sensual magic.
For Trista has brought energizing life back into Greenbriar. And with life comes love and with love comes danger.
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Aftermath - Jaci Burton
Aftermath
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Jaci Burton
Aftermath
All Rights Reserved ©2006 by Jaci Burton
ISBN: 978-1-946535-15-3
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Praise for Jaci Burton
A STALWART IN THE ROMANCE GENRE.
—USA Today
A wild ride.
—#1 New York Times bestselling author Lora Leigh
Jaci Burton delivers.
—Cherry Adair, New York Times bestselling author
As always, Jaci Burton delivers a hot read.
—Fresh Fiction
Burton is a master at sexual tension!
—RT Book Reviews
One to pick up and savor.
—Publishers Weekly
Contents
Other Titles by Jaci Burton
Title Page
Copyright
Praise for Jaci Burton
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
About Jaci Burton
Prologue
Trista swallowed sharply and gaped at the castle of Braedon, King of Greenbriar. Harsh afternoon sunlight sparkled along the water in the moat.
Soon, she would do what she’d come here to do. Tell Braedon of Greenbriar that her sister Solara would not marry him. Once Solara was released from her bonds, Braedon would be free to marry someone else. Someone other than Trista’s sister, who loved Roarke, Garick’s right hand and friend. It was Roarke who was Solara’s destiny, not this southern king.
She glanced over at Garick, her brother-in-law. Her sister Noele had been most fortunate to fall in love with her betrothed, the King of Winterland. And now Solara had fallen in love with Garick’s protector, Roarke.
Trista would make sure Solara was allowed the freedom to choose Roarke.
She found the custom of faerie princesses being required to marry a king antiquated and ludicrous. Why could they not choose their own mates? What if one was betrothed to a king they did not love? Would they be forever doomed to a life of misery?
Nay, this would never happen to her. Or to Solara. Which was why she hid Solara’s note from the others. They thought her sister was missing, though Solara had only gone off to think. But her trick bought Solara some time, and brought her here as emissary for her sister.
She would speak up on behalf of Solara and break this chain of forced marriages once and for all. Her father would be upset with her, at least for a while. But he would eventually see reason. They all needed to see reason. Could they not see how much Roarke and Solara loved another? ‘Twas not fair that she be forced to marry a man she did not love.
No one should marry if they were not in love. Trista never would, no matter what they told her she had to do. She would find a man who made her heart sing with love, her body vibrate with desire. Not a match selected for her by anyone else, but one she chose for herself.
You are deep in thought, daughter,
her father said, turning around to look at her.
Trista managed a tight smile for her father. I am anxious to return to Winterland to see my sisters.
Her father nodded. Soon enough, little one. As soon as we deliver the message of Solara’s delay to King Braedon, we will return to Winterland, find Solara and bring her here where she belongs.
Solara did not belong here. As they rode through the gates and approached the entourage of men standing in the middle of the courtyard, she summoned up all her strength to do what was necessary to release her sister.
Sometimes fate needed a small nudge in the right direction.
Peering around the ample girth of her father, her eyes widened as the giant in the center of the crowd came into view.
Stars,
she whispered against her father’s back. The man was beautiful. His body had surely been shaped by celestial beings. Broad-shouldered, muscles stretched taut against his leather jerkins, lean-waisted with strong legs.
For the first time in her life, Trista was incapable of speech. Not a very good thing, considering what she must do.
Braedon of Greenbriar, we finally meet. I am Garick of Winterland.
This was Braedon, king of the southern lands? Perhaps she was remiss in keeping Solara from such a fine specimen of man. No, not true. No matter his beautiful appearance, this man was not destined for Solara.
‘Tis good to finally meet the king of the northern lands.
He held out his hand and clasped Garick’s.
This is the father of my bride and king of D’Naath, Fraynor. He is also the father of your betrothed, Solara.
Her father nodded and also shook Braedon’s hand.
I welcome you to Greenbriar.
Once again, the strange male stared at her. Surely he didn’t think she was Solara. If so, she would have to correct that misconception immediately. She was not destined to marry this man.
Open your mouth and say something, Trista, before your father or Garick do. It would have to be now or she would have made the trip for nothing.
She stepped boldly in front of her father, trying to quell the shaking of her legs.
Braedon frowned as she stood before him and looked her up and down, assessing her from head to foot. Heat that had nothing to do with the sun had her flapping her wings to create a cooling breeze.
She tried a polite smile, but his facial expression did not change.
Did the man know how to smile? Maybe he was completely toothless. A grim line sealed his lips together.
Where was her voice? She swallowed and tried to speak, but no sound came out. If she did not say something soon, all would be lost.
Braedon of Greenbriar, I am Trista, faerie princess of D’Naath and younger sister of your betrothed, Solara. I wish to speak.
Her voice quaked and squeaked, but she pressed on. The last thing she wanted was for her father or Garick to stop her.
Braedon arched a brow then nodded. State your piece.
Breathing a sigh of relief that he had given her permission to continue, she nodded, wiping the sweat from her palms onto her shift.
Trista,
her father warned under his breath. She ignored him.
You can do this, Trista. Remember, it is for Solara.
I am here to ask for release for Solara. It is my right as kin to request that you choose another bride and that Solara be released from her betrothal to you.
Trista!
She winced at the sound of her father’s booming voice, refusing to turn around and face what she knew would be his very angry face.
Braedon’s lips curved slightly upward in what could only be described as a sneer. Perhaps that was his way of smiling? Surely the stories of his grumbling personality were not true. No one could have as sour a disposition as he had been rumored to have.
He crossed his arms and regarded her. So your sister does not wish to marry me.
It was not a question, yet she answered anyway. No, she does not.
Garick reached for her arm. Trista, be silent!
Braedon held up his hand. Let her speak freely.
Garick’s grip on her arm loosened. For a moment she was afraid Garick was going to toss her onto the back of her horse and drag her out of the castle. She knew she was going to be in deep trouble with both her father and Garick when they left, but if this worked, her sister would be free to choose her own man. She would risk their punishment for Solara’s release.
Trista, tell me. Did your sister send you here to inform me she did not wish to marry me?
If she told him the truth, he could still ask for Solara to hear the words from her directly. She hated lying, but it was the only way. Yes.
May I speak, Braedon?
her father interrupted.
Yes.
It is vital you marry a D’Naath princess. Our lands are bound to be joined by custom and law, which can only be done with the marriage of a faerie princess and the king of Greenbriar. In joining, we have strength against the armies of wizards bound to take over our lands. I ask that you reconsider this foolishness spouted by my daughter and allow us to bring Solara to you.
I am aware of the protocol, Fraynor. I am also aware your daughter Solara has every right to beg release from our betrothal contract. And it appears that through Trista she has exercised that right.
Braedon rubbed his thumb over his bottom lip. Trista wondered if he did that while thinking. His mouth was generous, and she had a fleeting image of tugging on his lip with her teeth.
Shocked at the direction of her mind, she inhaled sharply and forced her mind to stay clear of such thoughts.
Are all your daughters betrothed, Fraynor?
Nay. Trista here was betrothed to the King of Boreas, who as I’m sure you know suffered an untimely death several years ago.
Ah yes, I had heard that.
Trista frowned. Something was amiss here, something she hadn’t considered when she’d concocted her plan. Why were they discussing her and the death of her original betrothed? What did this have to do with Solara?
It is required that I marry a princess of D’Naath. Since one princess has invoked the right of refusal, perhaps I will take this one as my betrothed instead.
Trista’s heart dropped to her stomach when Braedon pointed at her.
No!
she cried, then clamped her mouth shut and closed her eyes, mortified at her own outburst.
Trista!
her father hissed in her ear. Enough of your talk. I think you have spoken enough. It is my turn now.
Before she could turn and beseech her father not to take Braedon’s suggestion seriously, he grasped her by the elbow and propelled her forward. Despite digging her slippered heels into the hard ground, her father dragged her easily. She stumbled into the arms of the king.
He wrapped his arms around her to hold her upright, his body as solid as the trunks of the tall oaks in D’Naath’s forest. Afraid to even look at his face, she focused only on his chest.
That is, until he tipped her chin upward with his finger. She squeezed her eyes shut, refusing to open them. This was all a very bad dream, and soon she would wake up back in Winterland again, with her sisters around her. They would laugh at her nightmare and her foolishness.
Open your eyes, faerie.
No dream, that voice. Like the darkest, sultriest night of summer, it called to her with sensual promise of delight and