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Mr. & Mrs. Smith meets Outlander in this action-packed Scottish romance where a marriage of convenience leads to secrets that could be deadly.


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Excerpt of Kill the Queen by Jennifer Estep

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Crown of Shards #1
Harper Voyager
October 2018
On Sale: October 2, 2018
Featuring: Lady Everleigh "Evie"; Lucas Sullivan
416 pages
ISBN: 0062797611
EAN: 9780062797612
Kindle: B0756FHNV7
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Also by Jennifer Estep:

Protect the Prince, July 2019
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Winter's Web, March 2019
e-Book
Spartan Promise, January 2019
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Haints and Hobwebs, December 2018
e-Book (reprint)
Seasons of Sorcery, November 2018
e-Book
Kill the Queen, October 2018
Paperback
Venom in the Veins, June 2018
e-Book
Spartan Heart, December 2017
e-Book
Snared, May 2017
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Unraveled, September 2016
Paperback
Unwanted, July 2016
e-Book
Bright Blaze of Magic, May 2016
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Bitter Bite, March 2016
Paperback
Dark Heart of Magic, November 2015
Paperback
Spider's Trap, August 2015
Paperback
Fandemic, June 2015
e-Book
Cold Burn of Magic, May 2015
Paperback
Black Widow, December 2014
Paperback
Black Widow, December 2014
Audio
Poison Promise, August 2014
Paperback
Killer Frost, March 2014
Paperback
The Spider, January 2014
Paperback
The Bigtime Series, December 2013
e-Book (reprint)
Heart Of Venom, September 2013
Paperback
Kiss of Venom, August 2013
e-Book
Carniepunk, August 2013
Paperback
Midnight Frost, August 2013
Paperback
Spartan Frost, July 2013
e-Book
Deadly Sting, April 2013
Paperback
Crimson Frost, January 2013
Paperback
Widow's Web, September 2012
Paperback
Nightingale, July 2012
e-Book
Dark Frost, June 2012
Trade Size
By A Thread, March 2012
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Thread of Death, February 2012
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Kiss Of Frost, December 2011
Paperback
Spider's Revenge, October 2011
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Entangled, a Paranormal Anthology, September 2011
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A Karma Girl Christmas, September 2011
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Touch Of Frost, August 2011
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Jinx, July 2011
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Hot Mama, July 2011
e-Book (reprint)
Karma Girl, June 2011
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Tangled Threads, May 2011
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Venom, October 2010
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Web Of Lies, June 2010
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Spider's Bite, February 2010
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Jinx, September 2008
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Hot Mama, August 2008
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Karma Girl, July 2008
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Hot Mama, November 2007
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Excerpt of Kill the Queen by Jennifer Estep

I hadn't cried myself to sleep since my parents had been murdered and Vasilia had betrayed me as a child, but that's what happened. I thought I might dream about the massacre, but I fell down into the blackness, and I didn't see or hear anything for the rest of the night.

The sharp point of a sword kissing my throat woke me the next morning.

At first, I thought some spider was crawling on me and tickling my skin with its tiny legs. I tried to flick it away, but it kept coming back. Slowly, I realized that a spider wasn't that hard and sharp, and that someone else was in here. Someone who smelled cold, crisp, and clean, just like the magic that had coated the front door, along with a strong undercurrent of hot, peppery anger.

I opened my eyes and looked up to find the magier of the house looming over me.

He wore a tailored black shirt that stretched across his firm, muscled chest, along with black leggings and boots. A long dark gray coat with silver buttons hung off his broad shoulders. It reminded me of the uniform that Lord Hans had worn to the luncheon.

The magier looked to be in his early thirties, with sharp cheekbones, a straight nose, and a strong jaw. His short dark brown hair gleamed under the fluorestones, and his eyes were a light, bright, piercing blue—the same blue as the magic that had shocked me last night. He was quite handsome, with a powerful, authoritative air that made him even more attractive. A natural-born leader, and not just because of his magier power. I drew in another breath, tasting his scent again. He even smelled good, like crushed ice mixed with vanilla and a hint of spice.

"And a good morning to you too," I drawled. "Do you greet all your guests this way?"

"You are not a guest," he growled. "In case you missed it, this is the part where you start begging for your life."

I laughed.

After everything that had happened yesterday, the threat of this man running me through with his sword didn't bother me at all.

"Well, go ahead then," I said. "Although it would be a shame to ruin this jacket with my blood. Is this Andvarian silkfleece? It's exquisite. Not to mention the pillow. Floresian down, right?"

I wasn't sure why I said that. Maybe yesterday's horrors had addled my brain. Or maybe I was simply tired of biting my tongue. Of always having to do and say the polite thing, the nice thing, instead of what I really thought and felt. And what had all that politeness and nicety gotten me? Nothing—absolutely nothing but memories of death in my mind, screams echoing in my ears, and the stench of blood in my nose.

So, no, I wasn't going to cower, and I certainly wasn't going to beg for anything, not even my own miserable life. No, from now on, I was going to do and say exactly what I wanted, when I wanted, and damn the consequences. It was the first step in keeping that promise I had made to myself to never be weak and helpless again.

"Who are you?" he growled again. "How did you get in here?"

"The door was open."

It wasn't a total lie. The door had been open . . . after I had snuffed out all his lightning.

The magier's eyes narrowed, and he dug the point of his sword a little deeper into my throat. Not enough to break the skin, but almost. I resisted the urge to retreat and sink deeper into the pillow propped up behind my head.

"That door is never, ever open," he said in a soft, deadly voice. "So how did you get in here? What do you want?"

"Well, I, for one, would like to have a civilized conversation instead of all these vague threats that you keep spewing."

He turned the sword point the tiniest bit, like it was a nail he was about to hammer into my throat. "My threats are anything but vague."

"Perhaps vague was the wrong word. How about nonexistent?"

He blinked in surprise. "Nonexistent?"

I shrugged. Well, as much as I could with his sword still at my throat. "If you really wanted to kill me, you would have done it while I was sleeping. Not woken me up in such dramatic fashion."

He didn't say anything. He couldn't argue with my logic.

"So, why don't you let me up, and we can have a normal conversation like two adults."

My gaze locked with his, and I carefully reached out and touched my finger to his sword. He tensed, but he let me slowly push the blade away from my throat. After a moment, he stepped back, although he kept his weapon raised, ready to stab me if I did anything he didn't like.

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