Dear Reader,

Greetings and salutations! I’m thrilled to share with you Kiss of Frost, the second book in my Mythos Academy young adult urban fantasy series. Kiss of Frost is a fast-paced, rollicking read full of read full of magic, mythology, action, adventure, danger, and even a little romance.

Kiss of Frost focuses on Gwen Frost, a 17-year-old Gypsy girl who has the gift of psychom­e­try, or the abil­ity to know an object’s his­tory just by touch­ing it. After a seri­ous freak-out with her magic, Gwen is shipped off to Mythos Acad­emy, a school for the descen­dants of ancient war­riors like Spar­tans, Valkyries, Ama­zons, and more. Here’s a little more about Gwen in her own words:

Logan Quinn was trying to kill me. My Spartan classmate relentlessly pursued me, swinging his sword at me over and over again, the shining silver blade inching closer to my throat every time. A smile tugged up his lips, and his ice-blue eyes practically glowed with the thrill of battle ...

I’m Gwen Frost, a second-year warrior-in-training at Mythos Academy, and I have no idea how I’m going to survive the rest of the semester. One day, I’m getting schooled in swordplay by the guy who broke my heart — the drop-dead gorgeous Logan who slays me every time. Then, an invisible archer in the Library of Antiquities decides to use me for target practice. And now, I find out that someone at the academy is really a Reaper bad guy who wants me dead. I’m afraid if I don’t learn how to live by the sword — with Logan’s help — I just might die by the sword ...

A strong, sassy heroine, magic, mythology, mean girls, and monsters – Kiss of Frost has all that and more. Here’s what some folks are saying about Touch of Frost:

“An amazingly addictive new series.”
– FreshFiction

“TOUCH OF FROST gives us an extremely likeable and levelheaded female protagonist, the ultimate bad boy romantic lead, and an epic battle between good and evil. It's fantastic fun from start to finish.”
– All Things Urban  Fantasy

“Full of mystery, adventure, drama, and a bit of romance – fantasy fans of all ages will enjoy this exciting story. With a surprising and climactic ending, readers will be left eagerly awaiting the next installment."
– SciFiChick

If you enjoy Kiss of Frost, you don’t have to wait to read more about Gwen and her adventures. Touch of Frost, the first book, and First Frost, a prequel e-story to the series, are available now, along with Halloween Frost, a short story that can be found in the Entangled e-anthology. Dark Frost, the third book in the series, will be out in June 2012.

To read more about Kiss of Frost and my other books, visit my website at http://www.jenniferestep.com/. You can also check out my blog on the site and sign up for my free monthly e-newsletter, which is full of my latest news, reading recommendations, and more.

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Happy reading, everyone!

Jennifer Estep



Excerpt from Kiss Of Frost

©Jennifer Estep


For a second, Preston hesitated, like he was going to lean forward and kiss me on the cheek, but then his gaze cut to Logan, and he thought better of it. Preston nodded at me, stuffed his gloved hands into his jacket pockets, and set off across the alpine village.

As soon as he was out of sight, I whirled around and stabbed my finger at Logan, not quite poking him in the chest.

“What the hell was that about?”

“What are you doing, Gypsy girl?” Logan asked in a soft voice, instead of answering my question. “You don’t even know that guy.”

My mouth dropped open, and anger burned through my veins, chasing away the chill of the falling snow. “Oh, cut the double-standard bullshit. I’d say I know just as much about Preston as you do about all the girls you’ve slept with. How many mattresses have you signed at Mythos, anyway? I’m willing to bet it’s more than Preston has up in New York.”

Logan’s jaw tightened, but he didn’t deny any of it. We both knew he had a reputation as a man-whore, whether or not it was actually true.

“What was I doing? I was trying to have some fun,” I snapped. “That’s what we’re all here for this weekend, remember? To get totally drunk, wasted, and hook up with random kids from the other academy. According to Daphne, it’s a yearly tradition. Besides, what do you care? You came here with Savannah tonight—not me.”

Logan stared at me, emotions flickering in his bright blue gaze. “I do—I do care,” he finally said, running his hand through his dark hair and melting the flakes of snow that had gathered there. “More than I should. Way more than I should.”

These were the words I’d wanted him to say to me for weeks now, ever since I’d asked him out back in the fall. Even now, they made my whole body quiver with happiness. But I was so angry at him for coming between Preston and me—for butting in when he shouldn’t have and ruining the moment. Who I talked to was none of his damn business. Ditto for who I made out with.

The happiness and anger battled for control in my chest like a pair of ancient Greco-Roman wrestlers. It didn’t take long for the anger to put the happiness in a headlock.

“You care? Really? It sure doesn’t seem like it to me, since every time I turn around, you’re sticking your tongue down Savannah Warren’s throat—right in front of me.”

Logan grimaced. “You don’t understand. I like Savannah just fine, but you’re—you’re different, Gypsy girl. Special. You always have been, ever since that first day when you ran into me out on the quad and gave me a piece of your mind.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Different? Special? Really? If I’m so special, if I matter so much to you, then why did you turn me down when I wanted to go out? Huh, Logan? Why would you do that if you were so into me?”

He didn’t answer, but I could see the anguish flickering in his eyes. The hurt in his face made me want to reach out, to comfort him somehow, but I pushed away the feeling and made my heart as cold as the snow falling around us. I had to be ruthless right now, just like he’d been when he told me that we couldn’t be together, that we couldn’t even go out on one simple date.

“Let me guess. You’re still keeping that big, big secret from me. The one you think I can’t handle. The one that will make me not like you anymore.” I rolled my eyes. “Whatever. I don’t want to understand you and your stupid, twisted logic anyway. Just leave me alone, Spartan, and I’ll do the same to you.”

I whirled around and stalked away, heading toward the hotel.

“Gwen. Stop. Please.”

He called me by my name, which meant he was serious. That was the only time he used my name, instead of jokingly referring to me as Gypsy girl, the nickname he’d given me the first day we’d met. For once, I was too pissed to care. I kept walking.

But Logan had other ideas. I hadn’t taken three steps before he grabbed my arms and turned me around. Stupid Spartan reflexes. He was so much quicker than I was. It just wasn’t fair, and his grip was too strong for me to easily break. Before I knew it, Logan had backed me up against the corner of the building. We stood in the shadows, out of sight of the windows and the bright glow of lights spilling out of the coffee shop.

Logan’s face was close to mine—so close that his hot breath caressed my cheek. So close that I could see the silvery flecks in his ice blue eyes. So close that I could smell his faint, spicy scent. So close that I could feel the strength of him pressing against me, making me ache for something I knew would be scary and wonderful and heartbreaking all at the same time. Something that made me long to be alone in the dark with him, touching him skin to skin—with no secrets of any kind between us. Just feelings—all these feelings.

The flakes of snow kept pouring down, and clouds of frost filled the air between us, our breaths kissing back and forth. Looking at us from a distance, you would have probably thought we were a couple who’d snuck out of the party early to have a little quiet time together. But we weren’t a couple, we weren’t those happy people at all, and that realization made me miserable.

Because even now, I wanted him to kiss me—wanted him to want me just as much as I did him.

“Look, I’m sorry,” Logan said in a low voice. “I just didn’t like seeing you with that other guy. I saw the two of you talking through the window, and when you got up, I knew you were leaving with him.”

“You’re such a damn hypocrite. You had no right to come out here and get between us,” I whispered in a fierce voice. “No right at all. Not while you’re with Savannah.”

“I know.”

He didn’t say anything else, and the snow continued to drift down, a curtain shutting out the rest of the world. Even the noise of the party seemed dim and distant now. Or maybe that was because Logan was filling up my senses until there wasn’t room for anything else.

The seconds stretched out and turned into a minute, then two. Still, he didn’t say anything—he just kept looking at me with his blue, blue gaze.

“Kiss me or let me go,” I finally said in a miserable voice, hot tears stinging my eyes. “I don’t care anymore.”


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Jennifer is hosting a special contest for ASR Readers!

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