Dear Reader,

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

Touch 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:

My name is Gwen Frost, and I go to Mythos Academy – a school of myths, magic and warrior whiz kids, where even the lowliest geek knows how to chop off somebody’s head with a sword and Logan Quinn, the hottest Spartan guy in school, also happens to be the deadliest.
But lately, things have been weird, even for Mythos. First, mean girl Jasmine Ashton was murdered in the Library of Antiquities. Then, someone stole the Bowl of Tears, a magical artifact that can be used to bring about the second Chaos War. You know, death, destruction and lots of other bad, bad things. Freaky stuff like this goes on all the time at Mythos, but I’m determined to find out who killed Jasmine and why – especially since I should have been the one who died ...

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

“In this Urban Fantasy, surviving high school means staying alive!”
New York Times bestselling author Kerrelyn Sparks

"Touch of Frost is an intriguing start to an exciting new series!”
– Award-winning author Jeri Smith-Ready

If you enjoy Touch of Frost, you don’t have to wait to read more about Gwen and her adventures. First Frost, a prequel e-story to the series, is available now as a 99-cent download from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, and other online booksellers. Kiss of Frost, the second book in the series, will be out on Nov. 29, 2011.

To read more about Touch of Frost and my other books, visit my website at 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, recipes, and more.

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Happy reading, everyone! ;-)

Jennifer Estep

Excerpt from Touch Of Frost

©Jennifer Estep

Nothing made sense. Right now, I had more questions than answers—and a whole lot of trouble I could get into if someone found me snooping in here.

I put the torn photo in my bag with the rest of the stuff that I’d collected. Then, I crept over to the door, listening for voices or footsteps outside. I didn’t hear anything, so I opened the door and slipped out into the hallway.

I went out the same way that I’d come in, hurrying down the stairs and walking through the main common room. A few more girls had come into the dorm by now, but none of them glanced at me as I went by. Luckily, I didn’t have to swipe an ID card to get out of the dorm, so I was able to push through the front door and scurry down the stairs and back out onto the cobblestone walkway.

I glanced around to make sure no one was watching me, then headed around the side of the stone building so I could cut across one of the smaller quads and walk back to my own dorm. 

I was almost clear of Valhalla Hall when a window on the second floor opened and a backpack sailed outside and plummeted to the ground in front of me. Somehow, I stifled the surprised scream in my throat. Especially since the backpack was followed a second later by a guy who landed in a low, perfect crouch. He got to his feet with ease, like the twenty-foot fall was nothing to him, and I saw who he was.

Logan freaking Quinn.

It was more dark than light now, and the Spartan looked even more dangerous in the blackening shadows. The pale, milky moon brought out the blue highlights in his thick, wavy black hair. Logan dusted a few leaves off his designer jeans, then glanced up to find me staring at him. His eyes narrowed in his chiseled face.

“Well, well, if it isn’t the Gypsy girl out here in the dark all by herself.” Logan’s voice sounded deep and ominous. “What are you doing?”

I clutched my bag to my chest, as if that would somehow protect me from the Spartan and the fact that he could kill me with his pinkie finger. “Not sneaking out of some poor girl’s dorm room like you so obviously are.”

He moved closer to me, but I held my ground and didn’t step back. Logan’s lips quirked up into that amused smile again. He must have realized that I was scared of him, despite my acidic words.

But I was only a little scared of him, I told myself. And only because Jasmine had been murdered and I was the one who’d found her body. And, well, maybe because I’d just broken into and searched her dorm room and had her laptop in my bag. Okay, so maybe I had several good reasons to be jumpy, in addition to the fact that I was standing here alone in the dark with Logan Quinn. The very sexy, very dangerous Logan Quinn.

“You’re right,” he said. “I had a date. And you? What are you doing out here?”

I clutched my bag with the stolen computer a little tighter. “Nothing. I was just on my way back to my dorm. Nothing, really.”

We stared at each other. Logan’s eyes were as pale as the moonlight on his face, more silver than blue now, while his skin resembled the stone statues that could be found on all the academy buildings. Cold. Remote. Hard. Perfect.

“Well, I think I’m going to go do nothing somewhere else,” Logan drawled. “Maybe back in my dorm room. Care to join me?”

I couldn’t stop my mouth from falling open. Had the infamous Logan Quinn just asked me to go back to his room with him? I rewound the last few seconds in my mind. Yes, yes, he had—a whole two minutes after he’d just jumped out of some other girl’s window.

Disgust filled me. Egotistical pig. Did he think that I was that easy? That I’d sleep with him just because he asked? That I was that lonely and that desperate? That he was so sexy that no girl could resist him? My eyes drifted over his muscled body again. Well, maybe he had the right to be pretty confident there.

But even if I had been a raging slut like Morgan McDougall who gave it up just for fun, there was still the little problem of my Gypsy gift. Just touching a hairbrush had made me scream so loud and so long that I’d wound up in the hospital. Sex with somebody like Logan Quinn would probably fry my brain for good. I hadn’t even kissed a guy in months now, ever since I’d broken up with Drew Squires, my first, and only, short-lived boyfriend. The last time we’d kissed, I’d felt him pretending that I was Paige Forrest. I’d dumped him right then and there.

“So what do you say, Gypsy girl?” Logan asked in a soft voice. “Want to go back to my room and do nothing together?”

“Sorry,” I snapped. “I think I’m going to go call my grandma.”

He raised an eyebrow. “The grandma who can rot off a guy’s dick?”

I gave him a bright smile, although I wondered if he could even see it or me in the darkness. “The one and the same. I’ll be sure and tell her all about you. Gotta run. Bye.”

I skirted around him and hurried on, this time not even caring what kind of freak he thought I was. But before I stepped around the side of the building I glanced over my shoulder.

Logan Quinn was still standing underneath the girl’s window. Still staring at me. Still watching me.

It might have only been my imagination, but I swear I thought I saw him smile again before I rounded the side of the dorm and he disappeared from sight.

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Jennifer is hosting a special contest for ASR Readers!

Three winners will each receive an autographed copy of Touch of Frost and One of these lucky winners will also receive a $10 gift card from Amazon!

To enter, visit Jennifer's website and find the answer to this question-

Where is Mythos Academy located at?

Then email us at with your answer by midnight on August 1st, 2011. Be sure to include your full name and mailing address and please mark the subject heading as 'TouchOfFrost'.

Good luck!

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