Demon Kissed

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 quite, 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 what he's going to call it, or, what he's going to ask.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, Asher, 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. 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.