Praise for Jennifer Estep’s thrilling Elemental Assassin series
“Gritty!” —RT Book Reviews
“Engrossing!” —Publishers Weekly
“This series kicked off with a bang, and the action hasn’t let up since.”
—Fresh Fiction
“A raw, gritty, and compelling walk on the wild side.”
—Nalini Singh, New York Times bestselling author
“One of the best urban fantasy series going on the market. I cannot come up with a single thing about these books that I dislike.”
—Bibliopunkk
“Jennifer Estep is a dark, lyrical, and fresh voice in urban fantasy. . . . Gin is an assassin to die for.”
—Adrian Phoenix, author of On Midnight Wings
“A talented writer whose heroines are a wonderful mixture of strength, intelligence, and a deeply buried vulnerability that allows us to relate to them on every level.”
—Smexy Books
“Man, I love this series.”
—Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks
WIDOW’S WEB
“Most of the characters in Estep’s riveting series suffer from serious emotional baggage. What makes this ensemble so compelling is their determined struggle to build new lives. Estep has found the perfect recipe for combining kick-butt action and high-stakes danger with emotional resonance.”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“Filled with such emotional and physical intensity that it leaves you happily exhausted by the end.”
—All Things Urban Fantasy
BY A THREAD
Goodreads nominee for Best Paranormal Fantasy Novel, and RT Book Reviews nominee for Best Urban Fantasy World Building
“Filled with butt-kicking action, insidious danger, and a heroine with her own unique moral code, this thrilling story is top-notch. Brava!”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“Gin is stronger than ever, and this series shows no signs of losing steam.”
—Fiction Vixen
SPIDER’S REVENGE
A RITA nominee and an RT Book Reviews Editor’s Choice for Best Urban Fantasy Novel
“Explosive . . . outstanding. . . . Hang on, this is one smack-down you won’t want to miss!”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“A whirlwind of tension, intrigue, and mind-blowing action that leaves your heart pounding.”
—Smexy Books
TANGLED THREADS
“Interesting storylines, alluring world, and fascinating characters. That is what I’ve come to expect from Estep’s series.”
—Yummy Men & Kick Ass Chicks
“The story had me whooping with joy and screaming in outrage, just as all really good books always do.”
—Literary Escapism
VENOM
“Estep has really hit her stride with this gritty and compelling series. . . . Brisk pacing and knife-edged danger make this an exciting page-turner.”
—RT Book Reviews (Top Pick!)
“Since the first book in the series, I have been entranced by Gin. . . . Every book has been jam-packed with action and mystery, and once I think it can’t get any better, Venom comes along and proves me completely wrong.”
—Literary Escapism
WEB OF LIES
“The second chapter of the series is just as hard-edged and compelling as the first. Gin Blanco is a fascinatingly pragmatic character, whose intricate layers are just beginning to unravel.”
—RT Book Reviews
“One of the best urban fantasy series I’ve ever read. The action is off the charts, the passion is hot, and her cast of secondary characters is stellar. . . . If you haven’t read this series, you are missing out on one heck of a good time!”
—The Romance Dish
SPIDER’S BITE
“The fast pace, clever dialogue, and intriguing heroine help make this new series launch one to watch.”
—Library Journal
“Bodies litter the pages of this first entry in Estep’s engrossing urban fantasy series. . . . Fans will love it.”
—Publishers Weekly
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To my mom, my grandma, and Andre—for your love, patience, and everything else that you’ve given me over the years
To my papaw—you will be missed
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Once again, my heartfelt thanks go out to all of the folks who help turn my words into a book.
Thanks go to my agent, Annelise Robey, and editors, Adam Wilson and Lauren McKenna, for all their helpful advice, support, and encouragement. Thanks also to Julia Fincher.
Thanks to Tony Mauro for designing another terrific cover, and thanks to Louise Burke, Lisa Litwack, and everyone else at Pocket Books and Simon & Schuster for their work on the cover, the book, and the series.
And finally, a big thanks to all of the readers. Knowing that folks read and enjoy my books is truly humbling, and I’m glad that you are all enjoying Gin and her adventures.
I appreciate you all more than you will ever know.
Happy reading!
1
“What do you mean, I can’t come?”
I jerked my head down at the heavy weight swinging between us. “Do you really want to talk about this right now?”
“I can’t think of a better time,” he replied, then dropped his half of the load onto the ground.
I let go of my half of the weight, put my hands on my hips, and rolled my eyes at the whiny, petulant tone in my foster brother’s voice. “You can’t come because it’s a girls’ day at the salon. No guys allowed. That includes you.”
Finnegan Lane sniffed, straightened up to his full six-foot-plus height, and carefully adjusted the expensive silk tie knotted around his neck. “Yes, but I am not just any guy.”
More eye-rolling on my part, but Finn ignored me. His ego was pretty much bulletproof, and my derisive looks wouldn’t so much as scratch his own highfalutin opinion of himself.
“Besides,” he continued, “I’d get more enjoyment out of a spa day than you would.”
“True,” I agreed. “I don’t particularly care how shiny my nails are or how well conditioned my hair is.”
Finn held out his manicured nails, studying them with a critical eye, before reaching up and gently patting his coif of walnut-colored hair. “My nails are good, but I could use a trim. Wouldn’t want to get any split ends.”
“Oh, no,” I muttered. “We wouldn’t want such a horror as that.”
With his artfully styled hair, designer suit, and glossy wing tips, Finn looked like he’d just stepped out of the pages of some high-end fashion magazine. Add his intense green eyes, chiseled features, and toned, muscled body to that, and he was as handsome as any movie star. The only thing that ruined his sleek, polished look was the blood spattered all over his white shirt and gray suit jacket—and the body lying at his feet.
“Come on,” I said. “This guy isn’t getting any lighter.”
The two of us were standing in the alley behind the Pork Pit, the barbecue restaurant that I ran in downtown Ashland. A series of old, battered metal Dumpsters crouched on either side of the restaurant’s back door, all reeking of cumin, cayenne, black pepper, and the other spices that I cooked with, along with all of the food scraps and other garbage that had spoiled out there in the July heat. A breeze whistled in between the backs of the buildings, bringing some temporary relief from the
sticky humidity and making several crumpled-up white paper bags bearing the Pork Pit’s pig logo skip down the oil-slicked surface of the alley.
I ignored the low, scraping, skittering noises of the bags and concentrated on the sound of the stones around me.
People’s actions, thoughts, and feelings last longer and have more of an impact than most folks realize, since all of those actions and feelings resonate with emotional vibrations that especially sink into the stone around them. As a Stone elemental, I have magic that lets me hear and interpret all of the whispers of the element around me, whether it’s a jackhammer brutally punching through a concrete foundation, rain and snow slowly wearing away at a roadside marker, or the collective frets of harried commuters scurrying into an office building, hoping that their bosses won’t yell at them for being late again.
Behind me, the brick wall of the Pork Pit let out low, sluggish, contented sighs, much the way the diners inside did after finishing a hot, greasy barbecue sandwich, baked beans, and all of the other Southern treats that I served up on a daily basis. A few sharp notes of violence trilled here and there in the brick, but they were as familiar to me as the sighs were, and I wasn’t concerned by them. This wasn’t the first person I’d had to kill inside the restaurant, and it wouldn’t be the last.
“Come on,” I repeated. “We’ve had our body-moving break. You grab his shoulders again, and I’ll get his feet. I want to get this guy into that Dumpster in the next alley over before someone sees us.”
“Dumpster? You mean the refrigerated cooler that Sophia hauled in just so you could keep bodies on ice close to the restaurant with at least a modicum of plausible deniability,” Finn corrected me.
I shrugged. “It was her idea, not mine. But since she’s the one who gets rid of most of the bodies, it was her call.”
“And why isn’t Sophia here tonight to help us with this guy?”
I shrugged again. “Because there was some James Bond film festival that she wanted to go to, so she took the night off. Now, come on. Enough stalling. Let’s go.”
“Why do I have to grab his shoulders?” Finn whined again. “That’s where all the blood is.”
I eyed his ruined jacket and shirt. “At this point, I don’t think it much matters, do you?”
Finn glanced down at the smears of red on his chest. “No, I suppose it doesn’t.”
He grumbled and let out a few put-upon sighs, but he eventually leaned down and took hold of the dead guy’s shoulders, while I grabbed his ankles. So far, we’d moved the guy from the storefront of the Pork Pit, through the rear of the restaurant, and outside. This time, we slowly shuffled away from the back door of the Pit and down the alley.
Finn and I had moved bodies before, but the fact that this dead guy was a seven-foot-tall giant with a strong, muscled figure made him a little heavier than most, and we stopped at the end of the alley to take another break. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and stared down at the dead guy.
Half an hour ago, the giant had been sitting in a booth in the restaurant, chowing down on a double bacon cheeseburger, sweet potato fries, and a big piece of apple pie and talking to the friend he’d brought along. The two giants had been my last customers, and I’d been waiting for them to leave before I closed the restaurant for the night. The first guy had paid his bill and left without incident, but the second one had swaggered over to the cash register and handed me a fistful of one-dollar bills. I’d counted the bills, and the second my eyes dropped to the cash register, he’d taken a swing at me with his massive fist.
Please. As if no one had ever tried that trick before.
But such were the job hazards of an assassin. Yep, me, Gin Blanco. Restaurant owner by day. Notorious assassin the Spider by night. Well, actually, it was more like I was the Spider all the time now. Ever since I’d killed Mab Monroe, the powerful Fire elemental who’d owned a good chunk of the crime in Ashland, everyone who was anyone in the underworld had been gunning for me. I was a wild card in the city’s power structure, and lots of folks thought that arranging my murder would prove their mettle to everyone else. Tonight’s giant was just the latest in a long line of folks who’d eaten in my restaurant with the intention of murdering me right after sopping up the last bit of barbecue sauce on their plates.
Since Finn had been sitting on a stool close to the cash register, he’d pulled a gun out from underneath his suit jacket and tried to put a couple of bullets into the other man, but the giant had slapped Finn’s gun away. The two of them had been grappling when I’d come around the counter, palmed one of my silverstone knives, and repeatedly, brutally punched the blade into the giant’s back, sides, and chest until he was dead. Hence the blood that had spattered all over Finn—and me too, although my long-sleeved black T-shirt and dark jeans hid most of it.
“All right,” Finn said. “Let’s lug this guy the rest of the way. I need to go home and get cleaned up before my date with Bria tonight.”
I’d just started to bend down and take hold of the giant’s ankles again when a mutter of unease rippled through the stone wall beside me—a dark whisper full of malicious intent.
I stopped and scanned the alley in front of us. Sophia’s rusty cooler stood at the far end, although several more Dumpsters and smaller trash cans crouched in between like tin soldiers lined up against the walls. It was after eight now, and what little lavender twilight remained was quickly being swallowed up by the shadows creeping up the walls. Another breeze whistled down the alley, bringing the scents of cooked cabbage, grilled chicken, and spicy peanut sauce with it from the Thai restaurant down the block.
Finn noticed my hesitation. “What’s wrong?”
I kept scanning the shadows. “I think we have company.”
He adjusted his tie again, but his eyes were flicking left and right just as mine were. “Any clue who it might be?”
I shrugged. “Probably our dead friend’s dinner companion.”
Finn shook his head. “But he left before the giant attacked you. Even if they were partners, once he realized what happened to his buddy, the second guy would have hightailed it out of here as fast as he could if he had even the smallest shred of common sense—”
A bit of silver stuck out from behind a Dumpster off to my right. I lunged forward and threw my body on top of Finn’s, forcing us both to the ground.
Crack! Crack! Crack!
The bullets sailed over our heads, but I still reached for my Stone magic and used it to harden my skin into an impenetrable shell. I also tried to cover as much of Finn’s body as I could with my own. I might be bulletproof when I used my magic, but he wasn’t.
Footsteps scuffed in the alley behind me, indicating that our attacker felt bold and confident enough to move toward us. Then—
Crack! Crack! Crack!
More bullets zipped down the alley. The guy must have adjusted his aim, because I felt all three of the projectiles punch against my back before rattling away in the semidarkness. They would have blasted out through my heart, killing me and maybe Finn too, if I hadn’t been using my Stone power. My body jerked with the impact of the bullets; then I let my limbs go absolutely slack and still as I sprawled over Finn, as though I was as dead as the giant lying next to us.
I looked at Finn, who gave me a saucy wink, telling me that he was okay. I felt his hand reach up, then drop from my waist, taking a light, thin weight with it. Finn brought his hand back up, and I wrapped my fingers around his. When he pulled his hand away, he left me holding the knife he’d grabbed from against the small of my back. I slid the weapon partially up my sleeve, hiding it from sight, then closed my eyes and waited—just waited for my enemy to come close enough.
More footsteps scuffed in the alley, followed by the harsh, raspy sound of someone breathing in through his mouth. I cracked open my eyes. A pair of mud-covered boots were planted right next to my face. As I watched, one of the boots drew back, and I knew what was coming next.
Sure enough, a second later, the gian
t’s boot slammed into my ribs.
Despite the fact that I was holding on to my Stone magic, the blow still hurt, like getting beaned in the chest with a fastball, but I kept my body loose and floppy as though I couldn’t feel it at all.
Still, the force of the blow knocked me partially off Finn, who grunted as my elbow dug into his shoulder.
Silence. Then—
“Open your eyes, pretty boy, or I’ll put a bullet through your skull,” the gunman threatened.
Finn sighed, and I saw him open his eyes and slowly hold his hands up. “All right, all right, you got me. I’m still alive.”
“I don’t care about you,” the giant snapped. “Is she dead? Or is she faking?”
“Of course she’s dead,” Finn snapped back, holding his hands out so the giant could get a better look at the bloody smears on his clothes. “Do you not see the blood all over the two of us? I’m lucky the bullets stopped inside her instead of going on through and into me.” He shuddered. “And now I think I’m going to be sick. So can you please just roll her off me or something? I can’t stand the sight of blood.”
If it wouldn’t have given me away, I would have snorted. Finn didn’t have any more problem with blood than I did. He just didn’t like it being splattered all over one of his precious Fiona Fine designer suits.
“But you’re her partner,” the giant said. “Everyone knows that. Shouldn’t you be, you know, more upset that she’s dead?”
“Actually, I’m more like her henchman,” Finn corrected. “As for being upset that she’s dead, well, she’s not exactly the kind of woman you say no to, if you know what I mean. Trust me. I’m happy that she’s gone. Thrilled. Ecstatic, even.”
Silence. Then—
The giant kicked me in the ribs again. Once more, I pretended that I couldn’t feel the sharp, brutal blow. The giant kept up with his attacks, plowing his foot into my ribs, my shin, and even my shoulder. I thought he might lean down, press his gun against the back of my skull, pull the trigger, and try to put a couple of bullets into my head just to make sure that I was dead. But for once, my luck held, and he didn’t take that final step. Maybe he was out of bullets. Or maybe he just wasn’t that smart. Either way, after about three more minutes of dithering around and petulant pleas from Finn to move my body off him, the giant seemed to buy my playing possum.