Demon Kissed (The Summoner’s Mark #1) by J.D. Blackrose
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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.
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?
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Joey’s eyebrows travelled to her hair line. “Cute? When I stopped by to get you for work the other day, I got a good gander at the guy. By the stars and all that is true, that man is hawt.”
I gave her a beady eye. “Where did you learn the term ‘hawt’?”
“Kids these days. But that’s beside the point. The guy has curls you want to run your fingers through. Deep-brown eyes you could swim in. And what he wears? Those tight jeans. That white T-shirt. Muscles flexed underneath that, Becs. You’d have to be blind not to notice.” Joey propped her elbows on the bar and batted her eyelashes at me.
I frowned. “Okay, so he’s good looking.” He was more than good looking, actually. I stopped breathing when he walked by, but I studiously ignored him. I didn’t need a man in my life.
“He’s gorgeous! His mouth is a cupid’s bow.”
Pinky stared at me as if he could see through me. I flicked my eyes at him. “What?”
“What does he want with you?”
“I steal his Wi-Fi. He probably wants me to stop doing that.”
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J.D. Blackrose loves all things storytelling and celebrates great writing by posting about it on her website, www.slipperywords.com. She has published The Soul Wars series and the Monster Hunter Mom series, both through Falstaff Books, as well as numerous short stories.
When not writing, Blackrose lives with three children, an 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. As a survival tactic, she has mastered the art of looking interested. She credits her parents for teaching her how to ask questions, and in lieu of facts, how to make up answers.
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