Fae Crossed

My name is Rebecca Naomi Greenblatt, but my friends call me Becs. A birthmark on the inside of my wrist-the Kiss-marks me as a Summoner, a person who can call forth entities of power, and negotiate with them on behalf of clients who need answers-or favors-from beings above their karmic pay grade.But the only mark I'm worried about right now is the great big target on my back.I got in deep with a demon and some fae folk, and now both Faerie and Hell are interested in me-a dangerous position for a mortal woman to be in. Meanwhile, the one person whose attention I do want, skipped town after a single night of passion. Asher might be sexy as sin, but he has his secrets. Just like me.So now I'm stumbling along, doing my best to stay alive. Faerie and Hell have power and influence to spare. And what are my assets? A bartending job, a six-foot-tall pink fairy friend, chardonnay-swilling dwarves . . . and oh, yeah, a meddling mobster who thinks he can control me.As I dig into what's going on, I find secrets on top of secrets. What does Faerie want with me? What does Hell want with Faerie? And what will they do to me when I finally find out the answers? 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.