Fae Crossed

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 Im 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 Im 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 whats 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?