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...

My mother named me Rebecca Naomi Greenblatt. Folks who know me call me Becs.And those who know what I'm capable of call me 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. These powers got me entangled with the demon Valefar and his sidekick, a warlock . . . not to mention a bevy of fae, a medium who communes with the dead, and a conceited library cat.

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 want with an itch for dark witches. What I don't have is my dearest friend, Pinky, because the six-foot-tall fairy returned to the Fae Lands after he sa...

Once every generation there is a Chosen One, who will stand between humanity and darkness.But why is the Chosen One so often a teenager? Why do only children get swept through portals to save the fantastic world on the other side? Whose idea was it to put the fate of the world in the hands of someone without a fully developed prefrontal cortex?In Never Too Old to Save the World, nineteen authors explore what would happen if the Chosen One were called midlife. What ...

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 da...

Asher made a deal with the Devil and is now serving in Hell doing Lucifer's bidding. Becs is determined to get Asher back and is making plans to do so, relying on a tiny loophole in Asher and Lucifer's agreement to set Asher free. Gregory observes from the sidelines as Becs schemes, determined to support her no matter what, even if it means he helps rescue the man she loves.Jemma makes a grave error, Oded comes out of retirement, and the wee elves are, as usual, in the middle of th...

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...

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 h...

My mother named me Rebecca Naomi Greenblatt. Folks who know me call me Becs.And those who know what I'm capable of call me Summoner.The Kiss on my wrist signals my rare ability to call on immortals and negotiate with them on behalf of clients for information, favors, or other services. These posers got me entangled with the demon Valefar and his sidekick, a warlock . . . not to mention a bevy of fae, a medium who communes with the dead, and a conceited library cat.I...

Though I've been waiting for Lucifer to make his move, I never expected it to come on Halloween, a year after Gregory and I made our escape from Hell. I'm still grieving the loss of my father and my angel boyfriend. And the last thing I need or want is another confrontation with the Prince of Lies.Especially when he's ben on vengeance.Still, a confrontation is what I'm going to get. Because I've just learned that Lucifer is riding to Earth with Samhain, the Lord of All Hall...

Asher made a deal with the Devil and is now serving in Hell doing Lucifer's bidding. Becs is determined to get Asher back and is making plans to do so, relying on a tiny loophole in Asher and Lucifer's agreement to set Asher free. Gregory observes from the sidelines as Becs schemes, determined to support her no matter what, even if it means he helps rescue the man she loves.Jemma makes a grave error, Oded comes out of retirement, and the wee elves are, as usual, in the middle of th...

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 w...