Hell Bound

My mother named me Rebecca Naomi Greenblatt. Folks who know me call me Becs.And those who know what I'm capable of call me Summoner.The Kiss on my wrist signals my rare ability to call on immortals and negotiate with them on behalf of clients for information, favors, or other services. These posers got me entangled with the demon Valefar and his sidekick, a warlock . . . not to mention a bevy of fae, a medium who communes with the dead, and a conceited library cat.It's complicated, dangerous, and exhausting.Recently, I found out that my father, a summoner himself and the person who taught me what little I know about my summoning powers, was trapped in Faerie by Titania. I rescued my dad, at great cost, only for Valefar to steal him away to literal Hell-yes, with a capital H.Now, I need to gather the correct magical doodads, wrangle the town's biggest mobster who has his own axe to grind in the underworld, and track down my guardian angel lover who's been MIA since I got back from Faerie.Then I'm breaking into Hell to get my father back. J.D. Blackrose loves all things storytelling and celebrates great writing by posting about it on her website, www.slipperywords.com.When not writing, Blackrose lives with three children, an enormous orange cat, her husband and a full-time job in Corporate Communications. She's fearful that so-called normal people will discover exactly how often she thinks about wicked fairies, nasty wizards, homicidal elevators, treacherous forests, and the odd murder, even when she is supposed to be having coffee with a friend or cheering her daughter on during a soccer game. As a survival tactic, she has mastered the art of looking interested.