Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Paranormal #Romance: PINKY PROMISE, The Summoner’s Mark Book 6 by J.D. Blackrose

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The Summoner’s Mark Book 6


I’m a summoner, girlfriend to a former angel, and best friends with a fairy named Pinky.

On my latest misadventure, one in which my friends and I had to wrangle a djinn intent on destroying the world, we only succeeded because of my friend Pinky. He sacrificed his magic to save us all, and now it’s up to me to find a way to restore his powers.

The problem is, I haven’t the foggiest idea how to do that. But I’m willing to do whatever it takes, even if it means facing the terrifying-as-hell Queen of Faerie, Titania, again. My friends, including Asher, a former angel, and my current boyfriend, want to help me, but they can’t. Instead, they must find a way to cure the tether between Earth and Faerie before it unravels and destroys both worlds.

Unfortunately for Asher, this means he’ll have to work with Gregory, a mobster in a tailored silk suit, and those two can’t stand each other.

It’s one unbelievable situation after another, and I’m barely keeping it together. Every choice I make has unintended consequences—and one of them will push Asher into a headlong collision with the Devil himself. I also have a new mouth to feed—an Irish Wolfhound puppy named Freesia, a gift straight from King Oberon.

I’ve got a lot on my plate, but a pinky promise is a vow. And vows can’t be broken.


The Summoner’s Mark Book 6


We continued toward another set of double doors that resembled the ones at the main entrance. Two more guards stood sentry, and the commander gave them a curt nod. The guards each pushed their respective door open to reveal the throne room. A long red carpet led to where Titania occupied her majestic throne. The king was nowhere in sight. The last time I’d had an audience with the queen, there’d been courtiers of all types—elves, trolls, pixies, and even a goblin hidden in the shadows. Today there was no one. Just the tall, raven-tressed, stunning woman who had haunted my dreams for weeks sitting moodily on her fancy chair in a cold room. I rubbed my arms to warm myself up.

The guards crossed their spears in front of my body, blocking my entrance. “You have all her weapons?” They looked me over, searching for anything I may have hidden on my body. One conducted a gentle pat-down as well. Satisfied, they bade me enter. They didn’t come with me. Freesia and I entered alone. The commander stayed outside with my belongings.

The room was equally as ornate as the rest of the palace, with large windows framed by deep-red curtains held back with gold drawstrings. A massive chandelier hung from the ceiling, and braziers burned on either side of the dais where the queen waited. Sunlight flitted through the windows, but the light was muted by stained glass that hadn’t been there on my last visit. The colored windows gave the room an ethereal light and cast gentle jewel tones on the floor.

I relaxed into the comforting glow, pleased that I wouldn’t have to endure another court spectacle. Maybe the fact that I was alone with the queen boded well for our discussion.

On the other hand, an empty room meant there was no one to witness her actions. She could snap, “Eye of newt,” and turn me into a lizard, and that would be that. I’d spend the rest of my life scuddling around the throne room.

I was extremely glad to have Freesia with me.

Squaring my shoulders and gathering my courage, I approached the queen and curtsied. “Queen Titania.”

“Rebecca Naomi Greenblatt.”

“You wanted to see me?”

“No. I didn’t want to see you. You forced my hand.”

“I have done no such thing. I could have continued my quest without troubling you at all. It was you who sent soldiers to fetch me.”

The queen slumped in her chair, an unfamiliar posture for Her Haughtiness. She waved a hand my way with a derisive huff. She was always so contemptuous. I’d be willing to bet good money that she sang “Happy Birthday” with a sneer.

“I grow tired of you, Rebecca. You show up in my realm time and time again, like a bad penny. You hurt my subjects, steal my belongings, and generally wreak havoc.”

About Author J.D. Blackrose

J.D. Blackrose loves all things storytelling and celebrates great writing by posting about it on her website, www.slipperywords.com. 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 paying something called “bills.” As a survival tactic, she has mastered the art of looking interested.

She would like to thank her parents for teaching her to ask questions, and in lieu of facts, how to make things up.


Links to J.D.’s websites, blogs, books, #ad etc.:

Amazon Pinky Promise: https://amzn.to/4b52Trz

Amazon Series Link: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09JB1FQDT?

Website: https://www.slipperywords.com


Special Giveaway: J.D. will give away an ecopy of Demon Kissed, the first in the series, or an ecopy of Pinky Promise (winner’s choice) to one lucky reader who comments on her Karen’s Killer Book Bench blog. Good luck!

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Thanks, J.D., for sharing your book with us!

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6 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Book Bench #Paranormal #Romance: PINKY PROMISE, The Summoner’s Mark Book 6 by J.D. Blackrose”

  1. Hey!

    Don’t leave us hanging!

    Why did the queen want to see her?

    Thanks, J. D. and Karen

  2. Good morning, J.D., and welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench. I love your books and need this one for my collection. LOVE this cover. Such an attention grabber, like the story line. Can’t wait to read the book. Thanks for sharing it with us today.

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