Pinky Promise

I'm Becs, and I'm a Summoner.I can call Powers-fae, demons, and the like-to the mortal plane. Does this always go the way I want? No. No, it does not. It's caused a lot of complications. Just ask anyone who knows me.Fortunately, I've got a host of friends, a gorgeous boyfriend, a magic shop, and an over-eager magic wand with an itch for dark witches. Was I don't have is my dearest friend, Pinky, because the six-foot-tall fairy returned to the Fae Lands after he sacrificed his magic to help capture a dangerous djinn.I'm battered and bruised but I made a solemn vow-a literal pinky promise-to find a way to restore my friend's magic, and I am determined to do it-even if it means facing the terrifying Queen of All Faerie, Queen Titania herself.But that's not my only problem. The djinn magic infected the tether between Earth and Faerie. If the bindings are not restored, it could mean the end of both worlds. No pressure.Every time I think I've got things sorted out, something else happens, and the laws of unintended consequences follow me like a dog looking for a bone.Speaking of which, King Oberon just dropped off a huge Irish Wolfhound puppy, and I've haven't the faintest idea what to feed her. It's going to take more than a little magic to pull this off. 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.