The Summoner’s Mark Series by J.D. Blackrose

My name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becs.Years ago, a mark appeared on my inner wrist--The Kiss, they call it--and it makes me a summoner. I can summon, well, things…entities of power, including demons. Which, I did, until recently. I quit, because I summoned a demon on behalf of a client and things went south. I fixed it, but now I owe that demon a favor and I don't know when he's going to call it in, or, what he's going to ask.One thing's for sure, it won't be kosher... moreMy name is Rebecca, but everyone calls me Becs.Years ago, a mark appeared on my inner wrist--The Kiss, they call it--and it makes me a summoner. I can summon, well, things…entities of power, including demons. Which, I did, until recently. I quit, because I summoned a demon on behalf of a client and things went south. I fixed it, but now I owe that demon a favor and I don't know when he's going to call it in, or, what he's going to ask.One thing's for sure, it won't be kosher.Now I work in a fae bar, trying to stay out of trouble, waiting for the hammer to drop. But trouble tends to follow me. And my upstairs neighbor, Ash, seems to be right in the thick of it. He's gorgeous, with sexy curls, kissable lips, and a body to match. I can't believe someone like him even glanced my way.Things get complicated when a local mob boss wants my help, a warlock decides I'm next on the menu, and my six-foot-tall fairy friend can't find his way home.What's a Jewish, bird-watching summoner with family and friends to protect, to do? less

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... moreMy 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?Because trust me, I will. less

Hi, I’m Becs. And I’m a Summoner.The Kiss on my wrist--a mark I’ve had since birth--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... moreHi, I’m Becs. And I’m a Summoner.The Kiss on my wrist--a mark I’ve had since birth--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 creature, 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.And if that isn’t enough to keep me busy, Asher has returned. Only he’s human this time, not an angel.I don’t know which will be harder to do--imprison a genie or trust the love of a man I thought long dead.I wish I knew. less