Tag: Jennifer Estep

Spartan Promise – Jennifer Estep

“I hate field trips.” I looked at my friend Zoe Wayland. “Why would you say that?” She shrugged. “Because field trips always end in disaster.” “And why would you say that? Field trips are awesome. They’re a break from the regular old boring school routine. A chance to leave campus, go somewhere new, and see […]

Spartan Destiny – Jennifer Estep

“This is going to be a piece of cake.” My friend Mateo Solis cheerfully said those horrible words. I looked at him a moment, then glanced at Zoe Wayland and Ian Hunter, two other friends. Zoe shook her head, Ian groaned, and I sighed, sharing their opinions. “What?” Mateo asked. “What’s wrong?” Zoe threw her […]

Sharpest Sting – Jennifer Estep

“I didn’t think our date night would end up here.” I looked over at Owen Grayson, my significant other. “I thought you were looking forward to our quiet time,” I said. “You, me, together in the dark, having a nice romantic interlude.” “Oh, you and me together in the dark is one of my favorite […]

Protect the Prince – Jennifer Estep

The day of the first assassination attempt started out like any other. With me girding myself for battle. I perched stiffly in a chair in front of a vanity table that took up the corner of my bedroom. The long, rectangular table was made of the blackest ebony and adorned with all sorts of drawers […]

Kill the Queen – Jennifer Estep

The day of the royal massacre started out like any other. With me doing something completely, utterly useless. “Why do I have to make the pie?” I grumbled. I stared at the flour, sugar, and butter lined up on the table, along with measuring cups and spoons, a paring knife, a rolling pin, and bowls […]

Capture the Crown – Jennifer Estep

I love being a princess. The beautiful gowns. The sparkling jewels. The scrumptious food. And of course shopping for balls, dancing at balls, and flirting at balls. Oh, yes. I love all those things and many more. Perhaps I shouldn’t feel this way. After all, most royals have horrible reputations. Queens are cold, kings are […]

Crush the King – Jennifer Estep

The day the Regalia Games truly began for me started out like any other. With me dancing, dancing, dancing as fast as I could. “Move! Move!” a stern voice barked out. “You’re falling behind the music!” I grimaced, but I quickened my pace, my bare feet slapping against the wooden floor, my arms sweeping up, […]

Spartan Heart – Jennifer Estep

The first day of school is always the worst. A new school year means new classes, new books, new professors, new projects to prepare and papers to write. Plus, you have to decide what you’re going to wear and how you’re going to act and what kind of person you’re going to be—and be seen […]

Winter’s Web – Jennifer Estep

“I LOOK RİDİCULOUS.” I stared at my reflection in the mirror above the long counter that ran along the wall. Even though I had been peering at myself for the better part of a minute, I still couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Normally, my wardrobe could best be described as functional. Black boots, dark […]

Widow’s Web – Jennifer Estep

Breaking into the building was easy. Too easy for an assassin like me. Hell, I didn’t even really have to break in—I could have walked right through the front door, waved at the guard stationed behind the reception desk in the lobby, and taken the elevator up to the appropriate floor. Stroll into an office […]

Web of Lies – Jennifer Estep

“Freeze! Nobody move! This is a robbery!” Wow. Three clichés in a row. Somebody was seriously lacking in the imagination department. But the shouted threats scared someone, who squeaked out a small scream. I sighed. Screams were always bad for business. Which meant I couldn’t ignore the trouble that had just walked into my restaurant—or […]

Venom – Jennifer Estep

The bastards never even would have gotten close to me if I hadn’t had the flu. Coughing, sneezing, aching, wheezing. That was me. Gin Blanco. Restaurant owner. Stone and Ice elemental. Former assassin. And all-around badass. Laid low by a microbe. It had started as a small, ominous tickle in my throat three days ago. […]

Unwanted – Jennifer Estep

“You’ve barely touched your barbecue.” I looked up to find Gin Blanco, my foster sister, eyeing me over the top of the cup of lemonade she was sipping. More than half a dozen open take-out containers littered my desk, piled high with everything from coleslaw to baked beans to barbecue chicken sandwiches on homemade sourdough […]

Thread of Death – Jennifer Estep

I couldn’t believe the bitch was dead. Mab Monroe, the Fire elemental who’d been head of the Ashland underworld for years, the woman who’d murdered my mother and older sister, was final y, final y dead. And I was the one who’d made her that way. Me. Gin Blanco. The assassin known as the Spider. […]

The Spider – Jennifer Estep

The day the box came started out like any other. I opened up the Pork Pit, the barbecue restaurant that I ran in downtown Ashland, right on schedule. Turned on the appliances, tied a blue work apron on over my clothes, and flipped the sign on the front door over to Open. Then I spent […]

Tangled Threads – Jennifer Estep

“Are you going to kill this guy? Or are we just going to sit here all night?” “Patience, Finn,” I murmured. “We’ve been in the car for only an hour.” “Longest hour of my life,” he muttered. I arched an eyebrow and looked over at Finnegan Lane, my partner in crime for the night. Most […]

Spider’s Trap – Jennifer Estep

“I really want to stab someone right now.” Silvio Sanchez, my personal assistant, glanced at me. “I would advise against that,” he murmured. “It might send the wrong message.” “Yeah,” Phillip Kincaid chimed in. “Namely that you’ve reverted back to your deadly assassin ways and are going to start killing people again instead of hearing […]

Spider’s Bite – Jennifer Estep

“My name is Gin, and I kill people.” Normally, my confession would have elicited gasps of surprise. Pale faces. Nervous sweat. Stifled screams. An overturned chair or two as people scrambled to get away before I buried a knife in their heart—or back. A sucking wound was a sucking wound. I wasn’t picky about where […]

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