Wednesday 23 February 2011

Welcome Jennifer Estep!

Today, we're extremely fortunate to welcome the very talented Jennifer Estep, author of the stunning Elemental Assassin series. But I'll let her introduce herself!

Greetings and salutations! I want to say thanks to Marie for having me on the blog today. Thanks, Marie!

I write the Ele­men­tal Assas­sin urban fan­tasy series for Pocket Books. The books focus on Gin Blanco, an assas­sin code­named the Spi­der who can con­trol the ele­ments of Ice and Stone. When she’s not busy killing peo­ple and right­ing wrongs, Gin runs a bar­be­cue restau­rant called the Pork Pit in the fic­tional South­ern metrop­o­lis of Ash­land. The city is also home to giants, dwarves, vam­pires, and ele­men­tals – Air, Fire, Ice, and Stone.

Books in the series are Spider’s BiteWeb of Lies, and VenomTan­gled Threads, the fourth book, will be pub­lished in May 2011, while Spider’s Revenge, the fifth book, will be released in Octo­ber 2011. Also, Haints and Hob­webs: An Ele­men­tal Assas­sin short story will be pub­lished in The Mam­moth Book of Ghost Romance, which will be released in Octo­ber 2011.

I also write the Mythos Acad­emy young adult urban fan­tasy series for Kens­ing­ton. The books focus 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.
The first book, Touch of Frost, will be out in August 2011, while the sec­ond book, Kiss of Frost, will hit shelves in Decem­ber 2011.

So today, Marie suggested that I talk about why I write urban fantasy.

The answer? Because I can write about anything that I want to in urban fantasy. Assassins, mercenaries, bodyguards, kings, queens, beggars, thieves, detectives, librarians – you see all those characters and tons more in urban fantasy.

Then, there’s the world building. I write about elementals and ancient warriors in my two series, but anything goes in urban fantasy. If you can dream it up, you can write about it. Elves, fairies, dwarves, giants, wizards, witches, vampires, werewolves – you can put them in any kind of setting that you want, from modern day America to a post-apocalyptic version of the United States to alternate, demon-infested dimensions.

You can make your characters, magic, and world as light and funny or as dark and dangerous as you want them to be. Your character can be a newbie who’s just coming into his magic or an old soul who’s been around for centuries fighting the good fight against the ultimate evil. She can be a mild-mannered surfer who’s just trying to get by or a kick-ass mercenary who loves slicing bad guys to ribbons with whatever weapon is handy.

You can make the fight scenes as funny or as gritty as you want them to be. (And if you’ve read my Elemental Assassin series, you know that I love gritty fight scenes.) You can have your heroine locked in single combat or have her take on a whole army of bad guys. And you can’t forget your character’s love life, either. Whether you like sweet romances or sizzling love triangles, you’ll find both of those and much more in urban fantasy.

Like I said before, anything goes in urban fantasy, which makes it such a great genre to write and read in.

What about you guys? What do you like about the urban fantasy genre?



Excerpt from Venom, Chapter One


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. And now, well, it wasn’t pretty. Watery eyes. Pale face. And a nose so red and bright even Rudolph would have been jealous. Ugh.

The only reason I’d even crawled out of bed this evening was to come down to Ashland Community College and take the final for the classic literature class I was auditing. I’d finished my essay on symbolism in The Odyssey ten minutes ago. Now I plodded across one of the grassy campus quads and feverishly dreamed of sinking back into my bed and not getting out of it for a week.

Just after seven on a cold, clear December night. This was the last day of finals for the semester, and the campus was largely deserted. Only a few lights burned in the windows of the kudzu-covered brick buildings that rose above my head. The stones whispered of formulas, theories, and knowledge. An old, sonorous, slightly pretentious sound that was decidedly at odds with the sinister shadows that blackened most of the quad. No one else was within sight. Which is probably why they decided to jump me here. Well, that and the fact that kidnapping me would be such a bother.

One second I had my face buried in a tissue blowing my sore, drippy nose for the hundredth time today. The next, I looked up to find myself surrounded by three giants.

Oh, fuck.

I stopped, and they immediately closed ranks, forming a loose triangle of trouble around me. The giants were all around seven feet tall, with oversize, buglike eyes and fists almost as big as my head. One of them grinned at me and cracked his knuckles.

Someone was anxious to get down to the business of beating me.

My gray eyes flicked to the leader of the group, who had taken up a position in front of me—Elliot Slater. Slater was the tallest of the three giants, his seven-foot figure making even his flunkies seem small in comparison. He was almost as wide as he was tall, with a solid, muscled frame. Granite would be easier to break than his ribs. Slater’s complexion was pale, bordering on albino, and almost seemed to glow in the faint light. His hazel eyes provided a bit of color in his chalky skin, although his thin, tousled thatch of blond hair did little to cover his large skull. A diamond in his left pinkie ring sparkled like a star in the dark night.
 
Up until my retirement a few months ago, I’d moonlighted as an assassin known as the Spider. Over the past seventeen years, I’d had plenty of dealings in the shady side of life, so I knew Slater by sight and reputation. On paper, Elliot Slater was a highly respected security consultant with his own platoon of giant bodyguards. In reality, Slater was the number-one enforcer for Mab Monroe, the Fire elemental who ran the Southern metropolis of Ashland like it was her own personal fiefdom. Slater stepped in and either cut off, took care of, or permanently disposed of any pesky problems Mab didn’t feel like dealing with herself.

And tonight it looked like that problem was me.

Not surprising. A couple of weeks ago, I’d stiffed someone during a party at Mab Monroe’s mansion. Needless to say, the Fire elemental hadn’t been too thrilled about one of her guests being murdered in her own home when she’d been entertaining a few hundred of her closest business associates. I’d gotten away with it so far, but I knew Mab was doing everything in her power to find the killer. To find me.
I sniffled into my tissue. I wondered if Mab had figured out who I really was. If that was why Slater was here tonight—

Elliot Slater looked over his broad shoulder. “Is this her?”

Slater slid to one side so another man, a much shorter human, could join the circle of giants surrounding me. Underneath his classic trench coat, the man wore a perfect black suit, and his polished wingtips gleamed like wet ink in the semidarkness. His thick mane of gunmetal gray hair resembled a heavy mantle of silver that had somehow been swirled and sculpted around his head. Too bad hate made his brown eyes look like congealed lumps of blood in his smooth, tight face.

I recognized him too. Jonah McAllister. On paper, McAllister was the city’s premiere attorney, a charming, bellicose defense lawyer capable of getting the most vicious killer off scot-free—for the right price. In reality, the slick attorney was another one of Mab Monroe’s top goons, just like Elliot Slater was. Jonah McAllister was Mab’s personal lawyer, responsible for burying her enemies in legal red tape instead of in the ground like Slater did.

McAllister’s son, Jake, was the one I’d murdered at Mab’s party. The twentysomething, beefy frat boy had threatened to rape and murder me, among other things. I’d considered killing him pest extermination more than anything else.

Elliot Slater and Jonah McAllister tag-teaming me. This night just kept getting better and better. I sniffled again. Really should have stayed home in bed.

Jonah McAllister regarded me with cold eyes. “Oh, yes. That’s her. The lovely Ms. Gin Blanco. The bitch who was giving my boy a hard time.”

A hard time? I supposed so, if you thought turning him in to the cops for attempted robbery, breaking a plate full of food in his face, and ultimately stabbing Jake McAllister to death was a hard time. But I noticed that Jonah McAllister didn’t say anything about me actually killing his son. Hmm. Looked like this was some sort of fishing expedition. I decided to play along—for now.

“What is this meeting all about?” My voice came out somewhere between a whiny wheeze and a phlegmy rasp. “Are you taking up Jake’s bad habit of assaulting innocent people?”

Jonah McAllister’s face hardened at my insult. As much as it could, anyway. Despite his sixty-some years, McAllister’s features were as smooth as polished marble, thanks to a vigorous regimen of expensive Air elemental facial treatments. “I would hardly consider you innocent, Ms. Blanco. And you’re the one who assaulted my precious boy first.”

“Your precious boy came into my restaurant, tried to rob me, and almost killed two of my customers with his Fire elemental magic.” I spat out the words, along with some phlegm. “All I did was defend myself. What does it matter now anyway? Your boy is dead because of some weird heart condition. At least, that’s what was in the newspaper.”

Jonah McAllister stared at me, trying to see if I knew more than I was letting on about his son’s untimely demise. I used the lull to blow my nose—again. Fucking microbes.

McAllister’s mouth twisted with disgust at the sight and sound of my sniffles. Admittedly, it wasn’t my most attractive moment. He jerked his head at Elliot Slater, who nodded back.

“Now, Ms. Blanco,” Slater drawled. “The reason for this meeting is that Mr. McAllister thought you might have some information about his son’s death. Jake did have a bit of a heart condition, but there were also some suspicious circumstances surrounding his passing. Happened a couple of weeks ago.”

Suspicious circumstances? I assumed that was polite talk for a sucking stab wound to the chest. But I kept my face blank and ignorant.

“Why would I know anything about Jake’s death?” I asked. “The last time I saw the little punk was the day he brought his old man there down to the Pork Pit to threaten me into dropping the charges against him.”

Lies, of course. I’d run into Jake McAllister one more time after that—at Mab Monroe’s party. Even though I’d been gussied up as a hooker, he’d still recognized me. Since I’d been there to kill someone else, I’d lured sweet little Jakie into a bathroom, stabbed him to death, left his body in the bathtub, and washed the blood off my dress before going back out to the party. Nothing I hadn’t done a hundred times before as the assassin the Spider. I certainly hadn’t lost any sleep over it.

But right now, it looked like I might lose a whole lot more.

“See, that’s the problem. My good friend Jonah doesn’t believe you. So he asked me and some of my boys to come down here and see if perhaps we could jog something free from your memory.” Slater smiled. His lips drew back, giving me a glimpse of his pale pink gums. The giant’s grin reminded me of a jack-o’-lantern’s gaping maw—completely hollow. “We’re going to pay these sorts of visits to anyone Jake might have had a problem with. And your name was at the top of the list.”

Of course it was. I was probably the only person in Ashland who’d ever dared to stand up to Jake McAllister. Now his daddy was going to make me pay for it.

Slater took off his suit jacket, handed it to Jonah McAllister, and started rolling up his shirtsleeves.

I sniffled, blew my nose again, and considered the situation. Four-on-one odds were never terrific, especially since three of the four men were giants. The oversize goons could be hard to bring down, even for a former assassin like me. None of the giants showed any obvious elemental abilities, like letting flames flicker on their clenched fists or forming Ice daggers with their bare hands. But that didn’t mean they didn’t have magic. Which would make them doubly hard to get rid of.

Still, if I hadn’t had the flu, I might have considered killing them—or at least cutting down a couple so I could run away.

Although I’d dragged myself out of bed this evening, I’d grabbed my silverstone knives on the way out the door. Five of them. Two tucked up my sleeves. One nestled in the small of my back. Two more in the sides of my boots. Never left home without them.

Of course, being an elemental myself I didn’t really need my knives to kill. I could just use my magic to take down the giants. My Stone power was so strong that I could do practically anything I wanted to with the element. Like make bricks fly out of the wall of one of the surrounding buildings and use them to brain the giants in their melon-size heads. Splat, splat, splat. It’d be easier than using an Uzi. Hell, if I really wanted to show off, I could just crumble all four of the buildings that ringed the quad down on top of them.

I was also one of the rare elementals who could control more than one element. Stone and Ice, in my case. Until recently, my Ice magic had been far weaker than my Stone power. But thanks to a series of traumatic events, I could do much more with it now. Like create a wall of Ice knives to fling at the men. I’d sliced through a dwarf’s skin doing just that. Giants weren’t quite as tough as dwarves, at least when it came to cutting into them. Even if they did have more blood to spare than their shorter compatriots.
 
But the odds or how to go about killing the giants wasn’t what was holding me back. Not really. It was the consequences; what would happen afterward when their boss, Mab Monroe, got involved.

Seventeen years ago, Mab Monroe had used her elemental Fire magic to kill my mother and older sister, a fact I’d only recently learned. She’d also tortured me, using her magic to superheat and burn a spider rune medallion into my palms. I was planning to deal with Mab myself after I figured out a few things, like why she’d murdered my family in the first place and where my long-lost baby sister, Bria, was now.

Taking care of Jonah McAllister and the rest of his hired help tonight would definitely tip my hand and draw even more of Mab’s attention my way. I didn’t want Mab and her minions to realize that I had any elemental magic. To suspect that I was anything more than the simple restaurant owner Jonah McAllister wanted dead for tattling on his son to the cops. At least, not before I killed her for what she’d done to me.
All that left me with only one option tonight—I was going to have to let the giants hurt me, beat me. That was the only way I could keep my cover identity as Gin Blanco safe, along with who I really was, Genevieve Snow
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Fuck. This was going to hurt.

Elliot Slater finished rolling up his sleeves. “Are you sure you don’t have anything to tell us, Ms. Blanco?”
I sighed and shook my head. “I told you before. I don’t know anything about Jake McAllister’s death except what I read in the newspaper.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” Slater murmured.

The giant stepped forward and flexed his fingers, ready to get on with things. Time for me to put on a little show. I widened my eyes, as though it had just sunk into my flu-addled brain what Elliot Slater was planning to do to me. I let out a phlegmy scream and turned to run, as though I’d forgotten all about the two giants standing behind me. I ran right into them, of course, and they reached for me. Even though I had no real intention of trying to break free, I still struggled to keep up appearances. Yelling, flailing, kicking out with my legs.

While I fought with the bigger, heavier men, I managed to discreetly slip the two silverstone knives that I had up my sleeves into the pockets of my jacket. I didn’t want the giants to feel the weapons when they finally latched onto me. Most innocent women didn’t go around wearing five knives on them, and my being so heavily armed would be the final nail in my coffin as far as Jonah McAllister was concerned about my involvement in his son’s death.

The two giants laughed at me and my weak, exaggerated blows. After a minute of struggling, they seized my upper arms and turned me around to face Elliot Slater once more.

And that’s when the fun really started.

Today Jennifer will give away a print copy of Venom to one lucky reader who answers her question above: What do you like about the urban fantasy genre? The contest will close at midnight tonight and the winner announced on this thread tomorrow. The winner must have a US or Canada address.

28 comments:

  1. Hi Jennifer,

    I have to read ALL this series because some of the guys in this excerpt SO need to get theirs :).

    Particularly love your cover for Venom, by the way - she looks so sexy and tough!

    Marie

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  2. Hi Jennifer & Marie,
    I like with Urban fantasy, that there is a lot a darkness, nothing is ever quite what it seems, rules and constanly changing and broken, lines are always crossed and i like the "anti-hero /ines " have many deep dark secrets and or weaknesses and are flawed, whose side are they really on.
    D.M.D.S
    Dark - Mysterious - Deadly - Sexy

    so much better than a "goody-two-shoes", perfection is highly over-rated and never to be trusted...........!


    Monica

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  3. Marie -- Cool. Glad you liked the excerpt. I love the cover too -- they've all been really great so far.

    Monica -- I like writing dark urban fantasy too. And a little mystery is always good, especially when it comes to the hero. ;-)

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  4. Hi Jennifer and Marie....Great post! Don't enter me in the contest as I have all of Jennifer's books in the Elemental Assassins series but I wanted to answer the question.....
    What I like about urban fantasy is that anything goes....the author has a fantastic amount of freedom to create a world within the world ...as they see fit....I also like that it alsmot always involves kick-butt heroines and heroes and that their main goal is to save the world as we know it:)

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  5. Maria -- Cool. Glad you liked the post and are enjoying the Elemental Assassin series. I agree -- anything goes in urban fantasy. And I love all the kick-butt heroines/heroes too. ;-)

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  6. What do I like about the urban fantasy genre? As compared to typical fantasy, which is often based on medieval tropes, technology, and attitudes toward women and minorities, urban fantasy can be based on our contemporary technological society, and many of the wonderful things that entails. An urban fantasy character can use a washing machine and a cellphone, then go do some magic.

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  7. Strangeattractor -- That's one of the things I like about UF too -- I can write about cars and electricity instead of horses, which I know nothing about. LOL.

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  8. Hello, Monica! I do like a flawed character myself :)- and a bit of darkness.

    Maria, I find that so intriguing too - a world within a world.

    Strangeattractor, brilliant :) Love the idea of doing the washing then rushing off to do some magic!

    Jennifer, I meant to ask you - where do you get the inspiration for your really quite disturbing fight scenes?

    Marie

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  9. HI MARIE AND JENNIFER! MAN ARE THERE SOME GREAT BOOKS HERE MARIE! I LOVED VENOM JENNIFER

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  10. Marie -- I'd say from all the action movies/TV shows I've watched over the years. I love a good fight scene. My fav TV show is The A-Team, if that tells you anything. LOL.

    Hotcha12 -- Cool. Glad you enjoyed Venom. ;-)

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  11. I think what I like is the idea that you could turn the corner and walk right in to an urban fantasy novel.

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  12. I like that anything can happen

    meandi09@yahoo.com

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  13. I love the variety in Urban Fantasy books. You really can put in anything you want, make it funny, dark, romantic or not. It's GREAT!!!

    Thanks for sharing your work with us. I'll will be looking them up.

    Valerie
    in Germany
    valb0302@yahoo.com

    who just got in from a long day and is off to bed!!!

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  14. GOT SO HOOKED ON THE SERIES, I READ THEM ALL!

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  15. Hi Hotcha! Glad you're having fun :)

    Jennifer, I have a soft spot for the A Team too :). Only in the A-Team no one ever gets really hurt, however many explosions or machine guns go off. I don't think your poor characters can say the same :)

    Janus and Jennifer M, I'm with you both!

    Hi Valerie, glad you dropped in. Sleep well!

    Marie

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  16. I gotta be honest I've always been a paranormal and historical romance buff, so I haven't read a lot of urban fantasy novels yet I'm trying to change that though.

    I did start one urban fantasy novel, I finished it yet. I gotta say though the genre is pretty neat. I don't think you can get any more versatile than the urban fantasy genre.

    I'm trying to finish my book and will eventually fully immerse myself in the urban fantasy genre. I've heard great things about this author and series I can't wait to get started on these books.

    Gabby in Ohio. kakuchouakisame_19@yahoo.com

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  17. Jennifer, I love UF for all of the same reasons you do. The skies the limit with what you can dream up. It's a perfect escape from reality! I can tell that I'm going to like Gin, because not only is she a kick @$$ heroine, but she also has a sense of humor!

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  18. Hey Jennifer,

    I LOVE Gin! Venom was awesome! My fav was the rune in the sky....i loved it! Mab's face and the phone...priceless! I am so ready to get Tangles Threads!

    I love UF, it seems, like everyone else does. you can write about anything and everything and have so many suprises, it's not even funny ^_^!

    PS, I hope i get somemore BigTime..i enjoyed seeing Bella's name in Venom!

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  19. I cannot tell the difference between UF and Paranormal. Both are escapes from reality.

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  20. CAN'T WAIT FOR THE FROST SERIES JENN AND MARIE FREEING LOOKS AWESOME!!

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  21. Janus -- Me too.

    Jennifer -- Me too.

    Valerie -- Cool. I hope you enjoy my books.

    Marie -- No, lots of people get hurt in my books. Gin sees to that. LOL.

    Gabby -- Cool. I hope you enjoy my books. The great thing about UF is there are so many great books to choose from.

    Cindy -- Oh, Gin is very much into dark humor. You kind of have to be when you're an assassin. LOL.

    Practimom -- Cool. Glad you are looking forward to Tangled Threads. Actually, I have a fourth Bigtime book written, and I'm going to try to publish it as an e-book later this year.

    Estella -- Me either sometimes, but I like getting transported to another world for a few hours.

    Hotcha12 -- Cool. I hope you enjoy Touch of Frost when it comes out in August.

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  22. I bought Venom in December while I was looking to use a 25% off coupon for a book chain. Wow, was I hooked! I found the previous books and read them and am waiting for "Tangled Threads". (no point in entering me in the contest).
    I like the adventure aspect of UF, especially with great heroines (although Harry Dresden and Connor Grey are also great). I like the fight against evil that generally is happening. I also like the way romances arc over the series with the relationship moving slowly.

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  23. Well, there are clearly lots of reasons to like UF - thanks for your thoughts!

    Hotcha - do you mean FREEING AL? Hope so - it was a lot of fun to write :).

    Jennifer, many thanks for spending time at the party today and being such a wonderful guest of honour! Great meeting you :).

    I'll be back in a moment with Jennifer's winner...

    Marie

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  24. And the winner of Jennifer's VENOM is... GABY!

    Congratulations, Gaby! Please email me Marie AT MarieTreanor DOT com with your postal address.

    Marie

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  25. YAY, Gabi, big congrats!!!

    Valerie
    in Germany
    valb0302@yahoo.com

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  26. Carol -- Cool. Glad you are enjoying the series so far. Only two months now until Tangled Threads. Not that I'm counting down or anything. LOL.

    Marie -- Thanks for having me on the blog. ;-)

    And thanks to everyone who dropped by and left a comment. I appreciate it!

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  27. Love the covers. I guess what I like about urban fantasy is that the women are usually kick-ass broads who don't take any guff from anyone and yet they still fall in love.

    smg5775@yahoo.com

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  28. She, I think you have something there - vulnerability is all the more touching in a tough person.

    Marie

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