Summoner's Mark

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.

Hi. I'm Becs. And I'm a Summoner.The Kiss on my wrist signals my rare ability to call on immortals and negotiate with them on behalf of my clients for information, favors, or other services. In the past few years, these powers got me entangled with the demon Valefar, a bevy of fae and even Lucifer himself.It's complicated, dangerous, and exhausting . . . especially when dealing with a guy like my pseudo-friend, businessman/mobster Gregory Adamos.When Gregory told me he was having a package delivered to my door, I was suspicious. After all, I know he's desperate to get his very human hands on any sort of magic. So, I opened the package . . . and found a crystal that had no business being in the United States, much less Smokey Point, Ohio.Worse-this crystal contained a djinn. And when Gregory released it, all hell broke loose. Gregory thinks he can control this ancient creatures, but I know better. The djinn has to be put back in his prison and locked away forever. But Gregory wants to use the genie's power for himself. before long, the entire magical community of Smokey Point is in chaos.I don't which will be harder to do-imprison a genie or trust the love of a man I thought long dead.I wish I knew. 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.