Today
is the release of HUNTING IN BRUGES, the first novel in the Hunters'
Guild urban fantasy series by E.J. Stevens. To celebrate, we are having
a book and swag giveaway!
About the Hunters' Guild series
The Hunters' Guild series is an urban fantasy series written by E.J.
Stevens and set in the world of Ivy Granger. The series is told in the
first-person point-of-view of Jenna Lehane, a Hunter with a troubled
past, a proficiency with weapons, and an intolerance for monsters who
target the innocent.
Hunting in Bruges
(Hunters' Guild #1)
by E.J. Stevens
Release Date: November 11, 2014
Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
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The only thing worse than being a Hunter in the fae-ridden city of Harborsmouth, is hunting vamps in Bruges.
Being shipped off to Belgium sucks. The medieval city of Bruges is quaint, but the local Hunters' Guild is understaffed, the canals are choked with dead bodies, and there's no shortage of supernatural predators as likely suspects.
On second thought, maybe Bruges isn't so bad after all.
With a desire to prove herself, protect the innocent, and advance within the ranks of the Hunters' Guild, Jenna Lehane hits the cobbled streets of Bruges with blades at the ready. Someone, or something, is murdering tourists and dumping their bodies in the city's scenic canals. With the help of a mysterious stranger, Jenna begins to piece together clues that are dotted throughout the city like blood spatter.
Determined to stop the killings, Jenna delves into a bloody local history that only raises more questions--but some secrets are best left buried. Jenna must put her combat training to the test as she struggles to unearth the truth about an ancient enemy.
(Hunters' Guild #1)
by E.J. Stevens
Release Date: November 11, 2014
Genre: Paranormal, Urban Fantasy
Buy on Amazon
Add to Goodreads
The only thing worse than being a Hunter in the fae-ridden city of Harborsmouth, is hunting vamps in Bruges.
Being shipped off to Belgium sucks. The medieval city of Bruges is quaint, but the local Hunters' Guild is understaffed, the canals are choked with dead bodies, and there's no shortage of supernatural predators as likely suspects.
On second thought, maybe Bruges isn't so bad after all.
With a desire to prove herself, protect the innocent, and advance within the ranks of the Hunters' Guild, Jenna Lehane hits the cobbled streets of Bruges with blades at the ready. Someone, or something, is murdering tourists and dumping their bodies in the city's scenic canals. With the help of a mysterious stranger, Jenna begins to piece together clues that are dotted throughout the city like blood spatter.
Determined to stop the killings, Jenna delves into a bloody local history that only raises more questions--but some secrets are best left buried. Jenna must put her combat training to the test as she struggles to unearth the truth about an ancient enemy.
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Book Excerpt: Hunting in Bruges
Chapter 1
I’ve been seeing ghosts for as long as I can remember. Most ghosts are simply annoying; just
clueless dead people who don’t realize that they’ve died. The weakest of these manifest as flimsy
apparitions, without the ability for speech or higher thought. They’re like a recording of someone’s life
projected not onto a screen, but onto the place where they died. Most people can walk through one of these
ghosts without so much as a goosebump.
Poltergeists are more powerful, but just as
single-minded. These pesky spirits are
like angry toddlers. They stomp around,
shaking their proverbial chains, moaning and wailing about how something (the
accident, their murder, or the murder they committed) was someone else’s fault,
and how everyone must pay for their misfortune.
Poltergeists are a nuisance; they’re noisy and can throw around objects
for short periods of time, but it’s only the strong ones that are dangerous.
Thankfully, there aren’t many ghosts out there strong enough
to do more than knock a pen off your desk or cause a cold spot. From what I’ve discovered while training with
the Hunters’ Guild, ghosts get their power from two things—how long they’ve
been haunting and strength of purpose.
If someone as obsessed with killing as Jack the Ripper manifests beside
you on a London street, I recommend you run.
If someone as old and unhinged as Vlad the Impaler appears beside you in
Targoviste Romania, you better hope you have a Hunter at your side, or a
guardian angel.
The dead get a bad rap, and for good reason, but some ghosts
can be helpful. There was a woman with a
kind face who used to appear when I was in foster care. Linda wasn’t just a loop of psychic recording
stuck on repeat; this ghost had free will and independent thought—and
thankfully, she wasn’t a sociopath consumed with bloodshed. Linda manifested in faded jeans and dark
turtleneck and smelled like home, which was the other thing that was unusual
about her. Most ghosts are tied to one
spot, the place where they lived or died.
But Linda’s familiar face followed me from one foster home to
another. And it was a good thing that
she did. Linda the ghost saved my life
more than once.
Foster care was an excellent training ground for self
defense, which is probably why the Hunters’ Guild uses it as a place for
recruitment. Being cast adrift in the
child welfare system gave me plenty of opportunities to hone my survival
instincts. By the time the Hunters came
along, I was a force to be reckoned with, or so I thought.
The Hunters’ Guild provides exceptional training and I soon
learned that my attempts at both offense and defense were child’s play when
compared to our senior members. I didn’t
berate myself over that fact; I was only thirteen when the Hunters swooped in
and welcomed me into their fold. But
learning my limitations did make me painfully aware of one thing. If it hadn’t been for Linda the ghost, I
probably wouldn’t have survived my childhood.
The worst case of honing my survival skills had been at my
last foster home, just before the Hunters’ Guild intervened. I don’t remember the house mother. She wasn’t around much. She was just a small figure in a cheap,
polyester fast food uniform with a stooped posture and downcast eyes. But I remember her husband Frank.
Frank was a bully who wore white, ketchup and mustard
stained, wife-beater t-shirts. He had
perpetual French fry breath and a nasty grin.
It took me a few weeks to realize that Frank’s grin was more of a
leer. I’d caught his gaze in the
bathroom mirror when I was changing and his eyes said it all; Frank was a perv.
Linda slammed the door in his face, but that didn’t stop
Frank. Frank would brush up against me
in the kitchen and Linda would set the faucet spraying across the tiles…and
slide a knife into my hand. My time in
that house ended when Frank ended up in the hospital.
I’d been creeping back to the bedroom I shared with three
other kids, when I saw Frank waiting for me in the shadows. I pulled the steak knife I kept hidden in the
pocket of my robe, but I never got a chance to use it. Now that I know a thing or two about fighting
with a blade, I’m aware that Frank probably would have won that fight.
I tried to run toward the stairs, but Frank met me at the
top landing. Frank reached for me while
his bulk effectively blocked my escape.
That was when Linda the ghost pushed him down the stairs. I remember him tumbling in slow motion, his
eyes going wide and the leering grin sliding from his face.
Linda the ghost had once again saved me, but it seemed that
this visit was her last. I don’t know if
she used up her quota of psychic power, or if she just felt like her job here
was finally done. It wasn’t until years
later that I realized she was my mother.
I guess I should have realized sooner that I was related to
the ghost who followed me around. We
both have hair the same shade of shocking red.
But where mine is straight and cropped into a short bob, Linda’s was
wavy and curled down around her shoulders.
We also share a dimple in our left cheek and a propensity for protecting
the weak and innocent from evil.
Linda the ghost disappeared, a wailing ambulance drove Frank
to the hospital, police arrived at my foster house, and the Hunters swooped in
and cleaned up the aftermath. It was
from my first Guild master that I learned of my parents’ fate and put two and
two together about my ghostly protector.
As a kid I often wondered why Linda the ghost always wore a
dark turtleneck; now I knew. Young,
rogue vamps had torn out her neck and proceeded to rip my father to pieces like
meat confetti. My parents were on
vacation in Belize, celebrating their wedding anniversary when it
happened. I’d been staying with a friend
of my mother’s, otherwise I’d be dead too.
I don’t remember my parents, I’d only been three when I was
put into the foster care system, but I do find some peace in knowing that doing
my duty as a Hunter gives me the power to police and destroy rogue vamps like
the ones who killed my mother and father.
When I become exhausted by my work, I think of Linda’s sad face and push
myself to train harder. And when I find
creeps who are abusive to women and children, I think of Frank.
That’s how I ended up here, standing in a Brussels airport,
trying to decipher the Dutch and French signs with eyes that were gritty from
the twelve hour flight. It all started
when my friend Ivy called to inform me that a fellow Hunter had hit our mutual
friend Jinx. Ivy didn’t know how that
information would push all my buttons, she didn’t know about Frank or my time
in the foster system, but we both agreed that striking a girl was
unacceptable. She was letting me, and
the Hunters’ Guild, deal with it, for now.
I went to master Janus, the head of the Harborsmouth
Hunters’ Guild, and reported Hans’ transgressions. It didn’t help his case that he had a
reputation as a berserker in battle. The
fact that he’d hit a human, the very people we were sworn to defend against the
monsters, was the nail in the coffin of Hans’ career.
I was assured that Hans would be shipped off to the
equivalent of a desk job in Siberia. I
should have left it at that, and let my superiors take care of the
problem. But Jinx was my friend. Ivy’s rockabilly business partner may have
had bad luck and even worse taste in men, but that didn’t mean she deserved to
spend her life fending off the attacks of the Franks in the world.
Hans continued his Guild duties while the higher ups
shuffled papers and prepared to send him away.
Hans should have skipped our training sessions, but then again, he
didn’t know who had ratted him out—and the guy had a lot of rage to vent. I stormed onto the practice mat and saluted
Hans with my sword. It wasn’t long
before the man started to bleed.
We were supposed to be using practice swords, but I’d
accidentally grabbed the sharp blade I used on hunting runs. I didn’t leave any lasting injuries, but the
shallow cuts made a mess of his precious tattoos. I just hoped the scars were a constant
reminder of what happens when you attack the innocent.
One week later, I received a plane ticket and orders to meet
with one of our contacts in Belgium. I
wasn’t sure if this assignment was intended as a punishment or a promotion, but
I was eager to prove myself to the Guild leadership. Master Janus’ parting words whispered in my
head, distracting me from the voice on the overhead intercom echoing throughout
the cavernous airport.
“Do your duty, Jenna,” he said. Master Janus placed a large, sword-calloused
hand on my shoulder and looked me in the eye.
I swallowed hard, but I managed to keep my hands from shaking. “Make us proud.”
“I will, sir,” I said.
“Good hunting.”
Top 10 Spooky Places in Bruges
Top 10 Spooky Places in Bruges
The charming medieval city of Bruges, Belgium may seem like an unusual setting for an urban fantasy novel. The city is known for its tranquil canals, historic buildings, and romantic vistas. But the moment I saw a picture of Bruges, my mind began populating its cobblestone streets with bloodthirsty vampires, flesh eating ghouls, monstrous fae, and wailing ghosts.
Imagine my surprise when I discovered that there really was something sinister in the city's bloody history. My research into Bruges began in earnest, and last year I completed my book research with a trip to Belgium. The pictures included with this post are from that research trip. These photos are taken during daylight hours, but I can assure you that the atmosphere becomes decidedly spooky when the sun goes down over West Flanders. Do ghosts walk the streets of Bruges? I will let you decide.
The Canals
The canals play an important part in my novel, Hunting in Bruges. Jenna
Lehane, a Hunter with a troubled past, arrives in Bruges to discover
that something is killing humans and disposing of their bodies in the
canals. Not only are the canals filling with corpses, but there are
supernatural horrors that call the canals their home. While I was
visiting Bruges, the canals were the watery grave for more than one
unfortunate creature. Did these ducks, pigeons, and small mammals die
from natural causes, or is there something deadly lurking within these
dark waters?
Jerusalem Church (Jeruzalemkerk)
I have to admit that I was completely unprepared for the experience I
had within the stone walls of Jerusalem Church. The macabre altarpiece
and tomb were ghoulish, but the truly terrifying part of this church lay
in a crawlspace in the vaulted chapel in the back. A cloth wrapped
body is on display, and though I've read that this is a replica of
Christ's tomb, there is something chilling about that small chamber. My
travel companion bolted out the door...and I wasn't far behind. (Note:
No pictures came out of the rear tomb. The photos were completely
black.)
Beguinage (Begijnhof)
Beguines were lay sisters who lived and dressed as nuns, but did not
take vows. The Beguinage continues to be a place of silence within the
bustling city--a silence that can seem downright eerie. During my trip,
the courtyard was filled with a field of wilting daffodils. Beauty with
an edge of decay seemed to be the common theme of this place. One
house has been preserved in its original rustic state and visitors can
wander the maze of tiny rooms filled with antique furniture and aging
lace to see the way in which the Beguines lived. I swear that someone,
or something, was watching me during my entire visit. With every creak
of the old wooden floors, my unease grew and I made a hasty retreat to
Minnewater Park.
Basilica of the Holy Blood (Heilig-Bloedbasiliek)
12th century basilica located on Burg square in the heart of Bruges.
The church houses the relic of the Holy Blood. The Holy Blood is
venerated daily, and is paraded through the streets of Bruges during the
Procession of the Holy Blood on Ascension Day.
Saint John's Hospital (Sint-Janshospitaal)
This place is not for the faint of heart. The 11th century hospital is
one of the oldest in Europe and contains the often grotesque artwork of
Hans Memling, as well as many antique surgical implements. The artwork
and objects of torture are absolutely horrifying and the depictions of
nuns in their traditional garb had me jumping at my shadow.
Another five notable places to add to any ghost tour of Bruges are the
Spookhuis, Retsin's Lucifernum, Belfort, Blind Donkey Alley, and a
viewing of Heironymous Bosch's haunting triptych The Last Judgement at
the Groeningemuseum.
To learn more about E.J. Stevens and her books, connect through Goodreads, Twitter, and sign-up for her newsletter. There is an interesting article about Hunting in Bruges in the Belgian newspaper Het Nieuwsblad. Hunting in Bruges releases November 11th and is available for pre-order on Amazon. You can add the Hunters' Guild series here on Goodreads.
Readers, was this your first visit to Bruges, Belgium? Have you experienced anything supernatural in and around Bruges?
What did you think of E.J. Stevens' picks for spooky places?
Hunting in Bruges Playlist
We asked author E.J. Stevens what songs best represent the characters
and story of her new Urban Fantasy novel, Hunting in Bruges. This is
what she had to say.
Hey everyone! I am so excited about the upcoming release of Hunting in Bruges, the first novel in the Hunters' Guild urban fantasy series. This book is filled with quirky characters, bloodthirsty paranormal predators, and high octane fight scenes. So, just a warning, some of this music is pretty intense.
The Razor's Edge by Digital Daggers
Trophy by Bat for Lashes
Heartbeats by The Knife
Vanished by Crystal Castles
Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
When Anger Shows by The Editors
Walking with a Ghost by Tegan and Sara
How by The Neighborhood
Bones by Ms Mr
The Dreaming Moon by The Magnetic Fields
Arsenal by Kidneythieves
Leaving Tonight by The Birthday Massacre
What Else Is There? by Royksopp
Scorch the Ground by Seabound
Approaching Light Speed by Wolfsheim
Dead Stars by Covenant
The Bomb by Neuroticfish
Let Me Be Your Armor by Assemblage 23
Bullet by Covenant
Ghost by VNV Nation
Wreath of Barbs by Wumpscut
Hey everyone! I am so excited about the upcoming release of Hunting in Bruges, the first novel in the Hunters' Guild urban fantasy series. This book is filled with quirky characters, bloodthirsty paranormal predators, and high octane fight scenes. So, just a warning, some of this music is pretty intense.
Hunting in Bruges Playlist
The Razor's Edge by Digital Daggers
Trophy by Bat for Lashes
Heartbeats by The Knife
Vanished by Crystal Castles
Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs
When Anger Shows by The Editors
Walking with a Ghost by Tegan and Sara
How by The Neighborhood
Bones by Ms Mr
The Dreaming Moon by The Magnetic Fields
Arsenal by Kidneythieves
Leaving Tonight by The Birthday Massacre
What Else Is There? by Royksopp
Scorch the Ground by Seabound
Approaching Light Speed by Wolfsheim
Dead Stars by Covenant
The Bomb by Neuroticfish
Let Me Be Your Armor by Assemblage 23
Bullet by Covenant
Ghost by VNV Nation
Wreath of Barbs by Wumpscut
What songs are on your Hunting in Bruges playlist?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
E.J. Stevens is the author of the Spirit Guide
young adult series, the bestselling Ivy Granger urban fantasy
series, and the Hunters' Guild urban fantasy series. When E.J.
isn't at her writing desk she enjoys dancing along seaside cliffs,
singing in graveyards, and sleeping in faerie circles. E.J.
currently resides in a magical forest on the coast of Maine where
she finds daily inspiration for her writing.Website | Twitter | GoodReads | Amazon | Pinterest
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