Title: The Scholar’s Heart
Series: Chronicles of Tournai, Book Three
Author: Antonia Aquilante
Publisher: NineStar Press
Release Date: July 13, 2020
Heat Level: 3 – Some Sex
Pairing: Male/Male
Length: 108082
Genre: Paranormal Fantasy, LGBTQIA+, Romance, fantasy, family-drama, suspense, gay, bi, court intrigue, kidnapping, abduction of a baby, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, magic users, cat shifters

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Synopsis

Though he is the youngest son of a royal
duke, Etan is a scholar at heart, happiest in a library surrounded by his
books. He contentedly juggles his work for the prince’s government with his
studies of the history and legends of Tournai, a subject of particular interest
to him because he shares the secret magical Talent that runs in the royal
bloodline. However, Etan’s peaceful world turns upside down when his best
friend—the man he secretly loves—unexpectedly marries someone else.
Tristan is the oldest son of a wealthy
merchant, raised to shoulder responsibility for the family business one day.
That day comes far sooner than anticipated, and he makes a deathbed promise to
his father to marry the woman his father chose and become head of the company
and family. Tristan values his friendship with Etan and has always been attracted
to him, but he can’t forsake his duty to his father, even if it means giving up
the possibility of having Etan as a lover.
A year later, Tristan is a widower with
an infant daughter and a mother who demands he marry again quickly—something
Tristan resists. Circumstances throw Etan and Tristan together again, but even
as they succumb to the desires they’ve always harbored, Etan battles his
feelings, wary of being cast aside once more. When the unimaginable happens,
Etan and Tristan must come together and support each other through the
ordeal…and maybe beyond.

Excerpt

The Scholar’s Heart
Antonia Aquilante © 2020
All Rights Reserved
Prologue
One year earlier
“There you are!”
Tristan’s musical voice made the simple
sentence something special, or perhaps Etan’s feelings made it seem so. Etan
smiled as he looked up from his book, a glow of warmth and welcome lighting him
up inside.
Tristan strode into the small room Etan
had claimed for his own in the palace’s labyrinthine library. He had a desk in
the university library as well, but these days, out of necessity and preference
both, he conducted most of his work in this cozy little room. Obscure history
books filled the shelves lining the walls. The table in the center of the room
held Etan’s notes on his studies and projects, all neatly organized so he could
find anything he wanted quickly. But this morning he slouched on the
comfortable couch instead, book propped in his lap.
He sat there, book forgotten as he
watched Tristan, the morning sun streaming in through the window and glinting
off Tristan’s bright gold hair. Tristan seemed to bring the sunshine into the
room with him, brightening what had been an ordinary morning until that moment.
“Good morning, Tristan.”
“Good morning to you.” Tristan sent a
flirtatious smile in his direction and skirted the table, coming closer.
“It’s good to see you.” He probably
sounded ridiculous, but he hadn’t seen Tristan in a few days and, well, he’d
missed him.
Tristan’s smile warmed, turning a bit
softer. “You too.”
Etan frowned as Tristan flopped on the
couch at Etan’s side. Not at the action, but at the look in Tristan’s eyes. The
brilliant blue seemed shadowed somehow. “Everything all right?”
“Fine. Why do you ask?”
“No reason. You just seem a little…”
Etan shrugged. He couldn’t quite put a word to it, and he couldn’t very well
say he didn’t think Tristan’s eyes sparkled as much as they usually did.
“Troubled, maybe.”
Tristan was quiet for a moment and then
scooted closer and rested his head on Etan’s shoulder. “I’m fine. A little
tired. What are you up to?”
“Doing some reading.”
“For work or pleasure?”
Etan suppressed a shiver at the way
Tristan’s voice shaped the word pleasure. Certainly, it had to be unconscious
on Tristan’s part, but it put ideas into Etan’s head he didn’t want there, not
yet, not when he and Tristan hadn’t spoken of feelings between them beyond
friendship. But he could see those feelings were there. Perhaps he should just
come right out and kiss Tristan. Tristan seemed to be over what feelings he’d
had for Amory, Tristan’s lifelong friend who was now married to Etan’s cousin.
Etan didn’t see any of the emotion or longing he used to in the glances Tristan
sent Amory’s way. Maybe Etan had waited long enough.
He’d certainly paused long enough before
answering. “A bit of both. Want me to read to you?”
He’d read to Tristan before, many times,
sometimes with Tristan sitting as he was now, snuggled up against Etan’s side,
sometimes with Tristan lying with his head in Etan’s lap. Tristan seemed to
like when Etan read to him, seemed to enjoy the legends and histories Etan
habitually occupied himself with, seemed to even enjoy when Etan forgot himself
and ran his fingers through Tristan’s soft hair as he read. Etan hadn’t read to
anyone before except for his youngest sister, Meriall, but reading to Tristan
was a far different experience from reading bedtime stories. He liked it, liked
having Tristan close and hearing Tristan’s comments and reactions.
“I’m not sure I can sit still today. I’m
sorry.”
“It’s all right.” He’d realized early on
in their friendship Tristan was an athletic person who enjoyed being active and
outdoors. Etan came to treasure the moments of stillness and quiet, when he saw
Tristan’s intellectual side and his softer side in equal measure, but he
enjoyed sharing the other more active times with Tristan too. Tristan always
made the rides through the countryside and the hikes along the cliffs and the
rambles over the beach fun. “What would you like to do?”
“Will you go for a ride with me?”
He thought briefly of the work awaiting
him in the office he shared with Cathal, of his plans to spend the morning with
his books and his studies before he returned to that work. And tossed it all
aside with one glance into Tristan’s eyes. As he always did. His books would
still be there when he returned to them later.
And he wasn’t convinced Tristan really
was all right.
“Of course. Shall we go now?”
When Tristan agreed, Etan set his book
aside and tidied away a few papers. On the way to the stables, they stopped in
Etan’s suite so he could change into riding boots, but they didn’t dally
otherwise. Stable hands saddled their horses quickly, and they mounted up. They
rode together out of the palace gates and through the city, an easy
conversation flowing between them. Once they left the city, Etan let Tristan
lead. When Tristan took the road leading out to the cliffs, Etan knew his
suspicions about Tristan’s state of mind were correct. Tristan seemed to prefer
a gallop along the cliffs when he felt he needed to escape something, some
pressure in his life. He talked to Etan about it sometimes, at least a little,
but only after the ride.
As Etan expected, Tristan veered off the
road as they neared the cliffs. The path he chose wound through some trees
until it ended in the meadows overlooking the sea. Once they were through the
trees, the view opened up before them, with fields dotted with wildflowers and
a rocky precipice tumbling down to the vivid blue of the sea. The area was one
of Etan’s favorites. He’d rather walk along the cliffs or picnic at the top so
he could better appreciate the view, but riding was exhilarating too. Well, any
ride with Tristan was. Tristan was a skilled and fearless horseman, who ended
each ride flushed and smiling. Etan always wanted to grab him close and kiss
him when he saw Tristan that way, to see if he could make Tristan breathless
for another reason entirely.
Maybe today he would.
He put the thought out of his head as
best he could for the moment as Tristan urged his horse into a gallop and took
off parallel to the cliff edge. Etan hurried to follow. If he thought about it
too much, he risked falling off his horse, which would certainly end any chance
of kissing Tristan today.
Instead he concentrated his thoughts
outward to the sea- and flower-scented wind blowing in his face, to the
sunlight warming his skin. The day was perfect for spring, a little cool early
in the morning but pleasant as the sun climbed. The sky was clear, the sea
calm. There would be fishermen out in their boats, working to bring in the
day’s catch. But they weren’t close; no one was close enough to intrude on his
solitude with Tristan.
He watched Tristan, slightly ahead of
him. Tristan really did ride well, better than Etan did, but then Tristan had
probably spent most of his childhood trying to get on a horse while Etan had
spent his sneaking off to the library. Or using his Talent to change himself
into a cat and climbing trees. But, most often, the library. And given where
Tristan had found him this morning, not much had changed. But he did come out
when Tristan asked. Unlike when he was a child and his brothers would come and
pounce on him and drag him from the room.
If Tristan wanted to pounce on him, it
would be another story entirely.
After a while, Tristan began to slow his
horse, and Etan followed. Upon reaching the point, they paused to take in the
view and then turned back for home, riding side by side at a much more
leisurely pace. Etan expected Tristan to be more relaxed, even laughing, after
the long gallop as he so often was, but if anything, he seemed more pensive.
Etan let Tristan have his silence, even
though it pained him to do so. He wanted to help, to make whatever it was right
again. Tristan had cheered him up often enough, and they’d bolstered each
other’s strength through bad times. But Tristan had to speak in his own time,
and he’d never actually ask for help even when he did.
Tristan didn’t speak until they were
almost all the way back to Jumelle. “My father wants me to marry.”
Etan’s brain stuttered. He had to have
heard wrong. He whipped around to look at Tristan, but Tristan was still
staring straight ahead. “What? Did you say he wants you to marry?”
“He’s dying, Etan,” Tristan said in a
small, quiet voice that made Etan hurt.
“Tristan. I’m so sorry.”
“Thank you.” Tristan glanced up at the
sky for a moment, and Etan gave him his privacy to pull himself together, or
what passed for privacy when they were riding side by side. “He wants me
settled, since I’m to run the business when he’s gone. He wants the business
settled too.”
Tristan’s family business was the
largest shipping concern in Tournai, and as Tournai was a country rich in
trade, owing in part to a quirk of geography, the business was a prosperous
one. Etan could understand somewhat Tristan’s father wanting him to be settled
down if he was to be both the head of the business and the head of the family.
Old-fashioned, perhaps, but there was probably some real concern for Tristan in
his father’s desire too.
Etan worked himself up to suggest
perhaps the two of them could wed. Not right away, but they could make an
agreement and use a betrothal period to see if they would suit. Etan believed
they would, but he was already thinking of ways to convince Tristan and
Tristan’s father, if necessary. Etan’s own father would be difficult, he was
sure—as a duke, his father would want Etan to make a more advantageous marriage
to a lady of noble birth—but he could deal with Father later.
But all those thoughts—all the hope that
came with them—screeched to a halt when Tristan spoke. “I’m to marry a daughter
of a friend of Father’s, Dariela. They think it will be good for the business.”
“You already know—you’re marrying a
woman? That woman?”
Etan had no idea who she was—she might
be a perfectly lovely person—but he couldn’t understand Tristan marrying her,
or marrying any woman. Tristan preferred men, the same as Etan did. Etan had
hoped Tristan might just plain prefer him.
“Father thinks it’s best. For the family
and the business.”
“Yes, but—what about you? What do you
think?”
Tristan shrugged. “I must live up to my
responsibilities to the family and the business. I have to run everything as
Father would want. He shouldn’t be dying so young.”
“I know he shouldn’t. It’s awful.” Etan
scrubbed a hand over his face. “He’s been to see the healers? I’m sure Jadis
would see him if I asked.”
“He has, and Amory already had Jadis
examine him. This illness has gone on too long undetected and untreated. His
heart is too weak now.”
“I am so very sorry, Tristan.” He wanted
to pull Tristan into a hug, to hold him and try to bear some of the pain and
grief for him, but they were on horses. And Tristan was about to marry someone
else. “Are you sure about this marriage though?”
“I don’t see a reason not to marry her.
Do you?”
The statement was a stab of pain to his
gut. He had to bite back a gasp, it seemed so real, so physical. He managed to
murmur something that might have been an agreement, because what else could he
do? If Tristan didn’t see a reason not to marry this woman, Etan could hardly
give him one.
By the time Etan arrived back at the
palace, he felt as if a yawning, empty hole had opened inside him. His head was
buzzing, and he couldn’t seem to think quite straight. His feet carried him to
his office. But when he walked into the empty room, he just dropped down into
his chair and stared at the polished top of his desk, clean of papers since
he’d tidied up yesterday.
Tristan was getting married.
He and Tristan would never be anything
other than friends, and Tristan obviously wanted it so, was fine with it.
Perhaps Etan had been wrong about Tristan’s feelings all this time.
“Etan?”
Etan looked up, but it took him a moment
to understand what he was seeing. He hadn’t even heard the door open. “Cathal.”
Panic, an emotion he seldom saw in his
stoic older brother, flooded Cathal’s face. “What is it? What’s happened?”
“Tristan is marrying.” Pain spasmed
through him as he said the words, but he had to say them, had to get used to
hearing them. Tristan was marrying, and all chance Etan might have had with him
was gone.

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Meet the Author

Antonia Aquilante has been making up
stories for as long as she can remember, and at the age of twelve, decided she
would be a writer when she grew up. After many years and a few career detours,
she has returned to that original plan. Her stories have changed over the
years, but one thing has remained consistent—they all end in happily ever
after.
She has a fondness for travel (and a
long list of places she wants to visit and revisit), taking photos, family
history, fabulous shoes, baking treats (which she shares with friends and
family), and of course, reading. She usually has at least two books started at
once and never goes anywhere without her Kindle. Though she is a convert to
e-books, she still loves paper books the best, and there are a couple thousand
of them residing in her home with her.
Born and raised in New Jersey, Antonia
is living there again after years in Washington, DC and North Carolina for
school and work. She enjoys being back in the Garden State but admits to being
tempted every so often to run away from home and live in Italy.

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