Fans of The Kingmaker Chronicles have been eagerly awaiting Amanda Bouchet's Heart on Fire, the epic series conclusion! While readers have come to love the heroine and hero, Cat and Griffin, they aren't the only characters to experience romance in the books. In Heart on Fire, fans will get another glimpse at the budding relationship between Flynn and Jocasta.
Read on below for a little taste of the romantic tension between these two beloved characters!
Read on below for a little taste of the romantic tension between these two beloved characters!
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Flynn’s jaw hardens. “You’re putting words in my mouth again.”
“Am I?” Jocasta smiles vaguely and without humor. “I guess you talk
to me so little, I’ve started to invent.”
Flynn freezes, staring at her. Emotional conflict makes him shut
down completely. With Jocasta, anyway. He’ll get into a roaring good fight with
me.
“Cat and Griffin—they listen to people. Take advice,” he finally
says in a low, almost toneless voice. “Cat was Griffin’s advisor at first. In a
way, she still is.”
If you ask me, Griffin’s the sage one, but Jocasta eventually nods,
conceding the point. “I’ll think about it,” she says.
“Thank you.” Flynn seems to relax. “Get yourself a guard as well,”
he adds.
“I can take care of myself.”
“I could take care of you better,” he mutters irritably.
Jocasta grips the edge of the table like it’s the only thing keeping
her upright. Or like she might heave the whole thing up and over in a fit of
rage. One or the other. I can’t tell. When Flynn realizes what he just said, or
rather how it could be taken, he pales until his shock of bright-red hair is
his only color.
“I mean…” He clears his throat, looking up, around, anywhere but at
her. “I mean you’d be twice as safe with a warrior guarding you. Me. Or someone
else.”
Jocasta slowly uncurls her fingers from the table. “Someone else?”
Flynn frowns. “I’m leaving today. I won’t be here. You fought well
in the arena, but we were all there. That doesn’t mean you’re ready for this.”
He waves his hand in an all-encompassing gesture. “Everyday danger? The insidious
kind? It doesn’t always come at you with a sword and a snarl. You might not see
it coming.”
That vague smile is back on Jocasta’s lips, the one that speaks of
utter disappointment. “So that’s what you want? Some man following me around
day and night? Sleeping outside my bedroom door? Taking walks with me? Guarding
me in the bathhouse?”
Flynn doesn’t answer. He’s too busy grinding his molars to dust.
“Well, I won’t do it,” Jocasta says. “I’m in a fortified castle and
don’t plan on leaving it. There are plenty of guards, high walls, and beyond
them, there’s a constant, swelling crowd that seems to genuinely love us. I’m
not in any danger.”
Flynn scoffs. “There’s always danger. And it’s most dangerous when
you don’t expect it. You can’t let your guard down, Jo, especially while we’re
away.”
Jocasta pushes the soggy, herb-soaked cloth farther down the table,
wiping up a spill. When there’s nothing left to keep her busy, she finally
looks up at Flynn.
“Don’t worry about me. Worry about yourself.” She shifts from foot
to foot, looking uncomfortable. “I certainly do.”
Flynn leans in, his hands braced on the table again. Their eyes
meet. “You do?”
Jocasta swallows so hard I can see it from here. Softly, she says,
“You know I do.”
Flynn’s gaze drops to her mouth. Jocasta’s lips part, and her tongue
darts out to wet them. He targets the movement with his eyes, tilting his head
slightly and suddenly looking like a hungry and very focused predator. She
sways toward the man she’s loved for so long, slowly closing the distance
across the worktable. Flynn doesn’t back off for once, and I start to feel like
the worst sort of thrill seeker, because my heart is pounding for them, and I
can’t look away.
Do
it. Kiss her. Claim her. It’s all she wants.
Flynn’s head drops a slow inch. Jocasta tilts hers up.
This
is finally happening!
Bellanca charges into the kitchen through a side door. Flynn and
Jocasta jump apart. I jump, too, my hand flying to my chest where my heart
starts kicking like a deranged donkey. Everywhere Bellanca goes, she goes like
a bloody tornado. A bloody flaming tornado.
“What in the Underworld is that awful smell?” Bellanca waves her
hand in front of her nose, looking at Flynn and Jocasta like it’s probably
them. Then she storms over, peers into Jocasta’s bowl, and scowls. “What’s
that?”
“It’s going to be a sleeping draught,”
Jocasta says tersely.
Bellanca wrinkles her freckled nose. “Who for?”
“For me,” Jocasta answers from between gritted teeth. She’s usually
friendly to Bellanca, or at least neutral, so I know her crossness comes from
being interrupted before her first kiss ever, and that from the man she’s been
waiting for for years.
Bellanca huffs. “You can’t be that stupid.”
Flynn’s brown eyes narrow. The look he turns on Bellanca is truly
terrible, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
Jocasta takes a slow breath, her expression suddenly such a careful
mask of politeness that I have no doubt she’s erupting underneath. “Excuse me?”
“Why would you want to sleep that heavily? Only an idiot would do
that.” Bellanca looks genuinely confused. As usual, she’s oblivious to anyone’s
reaction to her…forthrightness.
“Do you suggest I sleep with one eye open?” Jocasta asks coolly. “Or
possibly not at all?”
Bellanca reaches between them and grabs an apple that somehow
escaped the splattering of herbal sludge. “Good idea.” As she straightens, she
knocks Jocasta’s bowl over, giving it a hard enough shove to dump it on the
floor. The earthenware vessel shatters into tiny pieces, hopelessly
contaminating the concoction.
Jocasta’s mouth drops open.
Bellanca winks. “Eyes open.” She crunches into her apple as she
moves backward in a tinkle of gold bangles and a froth of sky-blue skirts.
Flynn steps after her, his voice lowering in pitch. “Did you just
threaten her?”
Bellanca stops halfway across the kitchen, looking increasingly
surly. She dabs a fingertip to her lips, wiping off a drip. “I’m trying to
protect her.”
“Do you know something?” Flynn growls, stalking forward until
they’re only a pace apart.
Bellanca takes another bite and then shrugs. “I know lots of
things.”
“Like what?” Flynn demands.
“Like potions such as that one are better left alone.”
Jocasta stiffens. “I know what I’m doing. I’m not likely to
overdose.”
Bellanca shakes her head. “That’s not what I mean.”
“Then what do you mean?” Flynn asks, menace still
heavy in his voice.
“Good Gods!” Bellanca rolls her eyes. “I was just trying to help.
I’m going to change and pack.” She takes another bite and then throws her apple
at Flynn, hitting him square in the forehead.
I slap my hand over my mouth, stifling a gasp. Laugh. Gasp laugh. I
can’t believe she just did that!
Stone-faced, Flynn wipes apple juice from his brow. Jocasta stares
in horror. Bellanca whirls on her heel and then stomps from the room, going out
the same way she came in—fast and flaming.
As soon as the Tarvan woman is out of sight, I back away from the
open door before dissolving into fits of quiet laughter. Soon after, I hear
Flynn and Jocasta do the same.
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Heart on Fire by Amanda Bouchet
The Kingmaker Chronicles, #3
ISBN: 9781492626077
Publication date: January 2,
2018
The riveting conclusion to The Kingmaker
Chronicles!
GODS.
I’M AN IDIOT.
Without Griffin—and
apparently a few meddling Gods—to push me along, I’d still be telling fortunes
at the circus, lying about my past, ignoring my future, and living as far away
from my tyrant mother as humanly possible.
True understanding thuds
into place. Hope isn’t just an abstract concept; it’s me. Flesh and blood me.
Griffin knew it all along. Probably everyone did. I’m an idea in human form.
I
have the power of the Gods at my fingertips.
The only thing ever stopping me has been me.
USA Today
bestselling author AMANDA BOUCHET
grew up in New England and studied French at the undergraduate and graduate
levels, first at Bowdoin College and then at Bowling Green State University.
She moved to Paris, France, in 2001 and has been there ever since. She met her
husband while studying abroad, and the family now includes two bilingual
children, who will soon be correcting her French. Connect with her at www.amandabouchet.com.
Find Amanda
Online:
Website: http://amandabouchet.com/
Twitter: @AuthorABouchet
Just saying thanks wouldn’t just be enough, for the fantastic fluency in your writing.
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