by Inara Scott
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2011 by Inara Scott. All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce, distribute, or transmit in any form or by any means. For information regarding subsidiary rights, please contact the Publisher.
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For my mother, whose own stack
of naughty books got me started on this path, and who
never questioned the value of romance.
Your little filly loves you.
Chapter One
Kaia took her place in line with the rest of the court, across the room from the gleaming marble dais that held Queen Zafira’s empty throne. Today, she had to be perfect. Her hair had to flow in sunlit waves, her body curve with pure, radiant sensuality. She had to exemplify beauty, desire, and sex. She had to be the fantasy of every living man.
For today was the Anniversary.
A tall sprite with enormous ears and long teeth raised a crystal bugle to his lips and began to play the ancient processional hymn. There was a flurry of activity as the crowds of Fey—tiny pixies, gangly sprites, hundreds of imps and their darker cousins, the boggles and dakini—jostled for position closest to the silk rope that separated the queen from her subjects.
The queen’s court began its slow march toward the throne. Each move was carefully orchestrated. Zafira had little pity for those who disrupted the perfection of her ceremonies. First down the aisle came the dryads, with their narrow faces, thick, tangled hair, and slanted eyes. The water nymphs followed, their voluptuous bodies barely clothed, clouds of blonde hair floating around their piquant faces. The night faeries came next, with glowing, moonlit skin, white hair, and sad, dark eyes. Just before the queen came the light faeries, represented by the four Faerie Handmaids: Analise, Talia, Kaia, and Mina.
When the procession reached the dais the Handmaids—each wearing a crown made from her birth plant—took their places in formation around the throne. Kaia looked to her sisters. Even among the Fey, they were a breathtaking quartet: tough-as-nails Talia, with her inky black hair and red lips; sweet Analise with her blonde hair and startling blue eyes; rebellious Mina, her voluptuous body topped by a shock of curly red ringlets and creamy skin. Together, their iridescent wings shot rainbows around the hall.
The crystal bugle sounded again, a high trill that always brought a shiver to Kaia’s spine. This was Zafira’s call, the call that had brought together the Fey since the beginning of time. Kaia bowed her head, spread her wings wide across her back, and bent one knee. A cloud of silver sparkles flared, then faded to reveal Zafira, light faerie and Queen of the Fey, her arms flung wide in a dramatic gesture intended to elicit a gasp from the audience.
Zafira’s long, black tresses danced about her head and shoulders on the breeze of the sylphs, the tiny, butterfly-like creatures that surrounded her. She’d enhanced her stature for the occasion until she stood at least a head above the tallest faerie in the room.
“Tonight,” Zafira boomed, “is the night we recall the infamy of man.”
“Tonight is the Anniversary,” Kaia and the other Handmaids chorused in response.
No matter how many times she had said the words, they never grew rote. As a child, Kaia had watched Zafira’s previous Handmaids say these same words, and had felt a wave of giddy pleasure and awe every time she saw the beautiful light faeries. Now, it was hard to believe that she was one of those symbols of the grace and power of the Fey.
Zafira nodded solemnly. “On this dark night, we recall how man’s treachery is unbounded by conscience or honor, and how he has sought to destroy Faeria and claim dominion over the land of the Fey.”
Zafira raised the Willow Scepter, its bulbous head rubbed smooth from the generations of queens that had come before, and the crowd roared in response. The Scepter’s sinuous length twisted to symbolize that the ways of the Fey were not straight and predictable like men, but creative, curved, and impossible to control.
“Let us begin,” intoned the Handmaids, and Kaia smiled at the second wave of cheers that followed their words.
Zafira glided down the aisle to her throne. Two male figures followed closely at her sides, bare chests displaying broad shoulders and rippling muscles. Their cloven feet exposed their dual nature: these were satyrs, half-demon and half-faerie, driven only by a need for pleasure and beauty. Zafira demanded obedience from all her subjects, but her hold was tightest around her satyrs, from whom she expected pure, unfettered devotion.
When she reached her throne, Zafira spun around, letting her golden gown flow in billowing waves around her feet. Many of the Fey took an involuntary step back. “Tonight, I will send my Handmaids into the human world to punish men and humiliate them the way they have humiliated us.”
Cries of delight filled the hall. Faeries had been seducing men for thousands of years, but for the Handmaids it was a sacred duty. Stealing the hearts of men and using them for pleasure was the way the Handmaids extracted revenge for the pain Zafira, and all of the Fey, had suffered over the centuries.
“Handmaid Kaia, step forth!”
Kaia paused, startled to hear the queen call her by name. This was not part of the usual ceremony. But then again, Zafira honored tradition when she pleased and disregarded it when it did not suit her. Kaia threw back her shoulders, forced her wings to arc gracefully across her back, and ensured her gentle smile was perfectly intact before stepping up to the dais. Her heart thumped. Had she done something wrong? Somehow displeased Zafira?
She lowered her head gracefully. “My queen.”
“Kaia, you know the vow of my Handmaids.”
Kaia nodded, her lips automatically forming her response after decades of practice. “My queen, as your Handmaid I vow never to lose control, and never to yield to the wishes of men.”
Zafira swirled her staff in a circle, leaving behind a translucent, sparkling image of a man’s face. He was as handsome as the satyrs at Zafira’s side, with a tumble of blond hair falling over his forehead, cerulean blue eyes, and dark, tanned skin. His white teeth flashed in a smile that was equal parts humor and unspoken menace.
“This man, Garrett Jameson, is the man you will capture next,” Zafira said. “You will bring him to his knees as only a Handmaid can. Introduce him to pleasure and the greatest desire he has ever known, and then leave him alone and wanting.”
Kaia hid her surprise behind a deep curtsy and swirl of her wings. Zafira had never sent her after a particular human before.
“Yes, my queen.” She paused, knowing she should keep her mouth shut but unable to prevent the question from leaving her lips. “May I ask why?”
Zafira frowned, and Kaia froze, terrified she had angered the mercurial queen. A moment later, Zafira’s icy features softened and she began to chuckle. The sound danced through the hall like music, as beautiful as everything else about the queen—and just as dangerous.
“Because it will amuse me,” Zafira said, her laugh tinkling through the hall. “I have some interest in this particular man.
I will enjoy seeing him brought low.”
Kaia nodded, feeling a lump in her throat. “It will be done.”
Zafira motioned for Kaia to return to her place beside the other Handmaids. “See that it is, Kaia,” she said in a quiet voice. “See that it is.”
Chapter Two
Kaia shot a glance at the thin gold band around her wrist. Quarter to ten; he should be here soon. Somewhere behind her a band started to play. The music was soft and rhythmic, a saxophone and bass guitar, the smooth crawl of a rute across a snare drum. In the week that she’d been haunting this club, Kaia had come to appreciate the live jazz music featured each night. Of course, no mortal could approach the perfection of the music that filled the halls of Faeria. Still, of all the sounds humans created, she’d found jazz most appropriate to seduction.
Seduction.
Kaia shook her head. She’d been sent to the human world to complete a very simple task. Thus far, she had experienced nothing but defeat. Though the boggles had given her the location of Garrett Jameson’s favorite nightclub, the coffee shop he frequented, and his office, she hadn’t even managed to talk to him. Every time she saw him he was surrounded by other men in dark suits, or he was talking on his cell phone, or reading thick sheaves of papers with very small print. She had tried bumping into him on the street, but he’d done little more than apologize and stride away, not affording her more than a moment’s glance. She had seen him here, at the Blue Hour. He had sat in a booth in the back of the room while watchful bouncers steered her away if she tried to get too close.
Kaia found her failure utterly infuriating, particularly when faced with Garrett Jameson’s uncanny perfection. As far as she could tell, her target lacked any visible flaw, with only the unruly lock of hair that fell across his forehead betraying the perfection of his square jaw and arresting eyes. His suits were exquisitely tailored, his voice smooth and deep. Sometimes, Kaia could scarcely believe he was human. Yet he had no interest in catching the eye of a beautiful stranger, even one practically glowing with faerie magic.
Every day that she failed to achieve her task brought with it a fresh wave of panic. At first, it seemed laughable—a man resisting her attempt at seduction? Impossible! As the days passed with no sign of progress, Kaia’s worry began to mount. Zafira had given her a direct command. She had to succeed. Zafira would show no mercy to a Handmaid who could not meet her expectations.
She had vowed that tonight would be different. She’d finally caught a break while following Garrett in line for his morning coffee, when she’d overheard him agreeing to meet someone named Ted here at ten. Arriving early, she’d positioned herself at a table near the entrance to the club. At around 9:30, the bartender called a man with curly red hair and soft hazel eyes Ted.
She’d shamelessly eavesdropped on Ted’s cell phone call a few minutes later. It started with him asking someone named Rachel where she was, and quickly devolved to begging and pleading for her to come to the club. She’d heard “my love,” “the wedding,” and “whatever you want,” followed by a deluge of words from the other end. After a few minutes, he slapped the phone closed. His face was mournful, his eyes drooping at the corners like a sad Irish setter.
He was needy, and if there was one thing Kaia understood, it was needy men.
She had introduced herself a few minutes later. She tried not to turn on so much charm that she’d scare him away, but there wasn’t much she could do about her appearance. She’d found a tissue-thin silk dress at the hotel boutique that morning, and it draped across every one of her curves like a gleaming, silky spider web. The hazy light from dim strobes and tiny votives danced across her skin, leaving behind a perfect golden glow. Men from every side of the crowded bar were watching her, earning dirty looks from their female companions. Kaia deliberately shielded the red-haired man across the table from some of her heat. She wanted to seduce his friend, not him.
Yet her efforts were seemingly unnecessary. Ted didn’t even glance at her perfectly positioned cleavage. All he wanted to do was talk about his fiancée, Rachel.
“I asked her out the first time we met,” he said dreamily, staring into space. “I knew from the start we had something special. It took only one date before I fell in love.”
“So what happened?” Kaia stole a sideways look toward the door, hoping Garrett would arrive soon. Anticipation licked down her spine. Tonight, they would meet. He couldn’t avoid it if she was talking to his friend.
And when his eyes finally met hers, she would unleash all the power of faerie on him.
He didn’t stand a chance.
“I don’t know,” Ted said miserably. “She’s nervous about the wedding, I suppose. It’s a big step. Anyone would be scared. But we love each other, we really do. She’s perfect. The perfect woman.” He launched into a litany of Rachel’s angelic qualities.
Kaia masked her irritation with a patient smile.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry. Look, I should let you go. I have a friend coming in a few minutes. I didn’t mean to drag you down this way. I’m sure you could find someone much more interesting to talk to.”
Kaia’s heart skipped at his not-so-subtle attempt to get rid of her. She needed to stay with Ted. He represented her only chance to get close to Garrett. “Please, I could really use the company. I’m just in town for a night.” She shook her hair and let a hint of faerie magic trickle to him. “The last thing I need is some oaf trying to hit on me. I’d much rather hear more about Rachel.”
Ted’s mouth dropped open and for a moment he stared at her, transfixed. As soon as Kaia let off on the flow of magic, he sank back into his memory of Rachel. “Well, she’s the most beautiful woman in the world. I mean, not beautiful like you, but beautiful in her way. Some people think she’s bossy, but truly, she’s the kindest person you’ll ever meet. You can see it in her eyes. She just opened up a flower shop. Rachel’s Roses.” He sighed. “Everyone told her how hard it would be to open her own store, but she made it happen. She’s amazing.”
“So what’s the problem?” Kaia asked, her gaze sliding briefly to the door. “Why is she having second thoughts?”
“She does a lot of weddings, and they don’t always go well. She doesn’t want to turn into Bridezilla or get too worked up about the whole thing. She said she wanted to elope, but I couldn’t do it. A couple of weeks ago she started saying maybe we should wait, maybe we went too fast. Her parents had a messy divorce, and I think she’s scared to get married. I don’t know how to convince her to trust me.”
Kaia wanted to believe Ted loved his fiancée. Unfortunately, she had a long history of watching men like him pledge their devotion to unsuspecting wives and girlfriends minutes before they succumbed to Kaia’s charms. They used every excuse in the book to justify their unfaithfulness, but it came down to one thing: men were treacherous, dangerous creatures.
Kaia and the others used faerie magic to entice the men, but the magic wasn’t irresistible. It simply took willpower. Willpower most men weren’t interested in exercising.
She started to say something soothing and understanding, but the words caught in her throat when a tall figure appeared at the doorway.
Garrett Jameson had finally arrived.
He wore a rumpled linen shirt, open at the neck, and a dark blue blazer, managing to convey the appearance of both enormous wealth and utter lack of care. Square, rangy shoulders topped a narrow waist and long legs. The bouncer at the door motioned toward Ted, and Garrett stopped, surprise flickering across his face.
He crossed the floor to where they sat. Kaia forced herself to drop her eyes. If this week had taught her anything, it was that she would have to play this man very carefully.
“Ted, is that you?” Garrett asked in disbelief.
Kaia slowly met his gaze, her pulse racing as she waited for him to react to the burst of faerie magic that transformed her in a matter of seconds into the object of every man’s desire. Instead, his startling aquamarine eyes surveyed h
er without emotion, raking across her bare shoulders and plunging cleavage with clinical precision.
No! He could not ignore me now.
The shock left Kaia reeling.
“Garrett!” Ted jumped up from his seat, looking for all the world like a guilty child. “You’re here.”
“Right on time.” Garrett held up a heavy silver diver’s watch. “Ten o’clock.”
“I was talking.” Ted’s face flushed as he glanced nervously at Kaia. “I guess I lost track of time.”
“Understandably so,” Garrett drawled. “You’ll have to introduce me to your new friend.”
“Garrett Jameson, this is Kaia... er... ” Ted trailed off as his flush deepened. “I don’t think I got your last name?”
Kaia rose languidly and offered her hand, leaning forward just enough to give Garrett a peek down her dress. She wasn’t giving up that easily. “Kaia Verde,” she purred, giving her voice enough throaty appeal to make Ted take a step back and adjust his collar.
Garrett did not react. He shook Kaia’s hand and treated her to another thorough visual examination. He maintained a relaxed smile, sliding one hand to rest casually in the pocket of his pants. For all his easy posture, he pinned her with his gaze like a butterfly in a display case. She had the sinking feeling he had already decided something about her, and it wasn’t good.
“Where did you and the lovely Ms. Verde meet, Ted?”
“Kaia’s in town for a conference. She was asking me about things to do while she’s in Miami and we got to talking.” Ted shrugged helplessly. “I suppose I was boring her senseless.”
Kaia placed a hand on Ted’s arm. “No, absolutely not. I was enjoying the company.”
Garrett smiled knowingly. “In town for a conference, you say? Which one?”
Kaia bristled at the tone. Mistrust was not a reaction she was used to receiving from men. Sometimes they were regretful, sometimes shy, but never had she had a man look at her the way Garrett Jameson did. She threw a lock of hair over her shoulder and focused on radiating charm and sensuality.