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Seder in Space and Other Tales
Will Elijah come even if we are on Alpha Seti 6? How do Jewish women whip up a dinner for eighteen in an hour? Why can't you visit Masada at night? What is the real reason pigs aren't kosher? This collection answers the burning questions of our time.
Pluck and Cover
Waylon Jenkins has a problem. Well, he's got a few of them. The ghost of Betsy Ross lives in his house, he's pretty sure his favorite client is the victim of ongoing domestic violence, and he's been roped into helping the police investigate a series of murders. And his penis fell off in the shower this morning. He needs a new one, but none of his friends are willing to donate theirs to the cause. In case it isn't obvious by now, Waylon Jenkins is a zombie. He's also one of the most highly respected and in-demand makeup artists in Hollywood, and that keeps him busy, no matter how dead he is. But now he needs to find out who's committing a string of murders, and make sure nobody hurts Mitzi (one name only), one of his most faithful (and famous) clients. He also needs a new penis. Pluck & Cover is the first in the Zombie Cosmetologist Novellas, a new series by J.D. Blackrose, author of The Soul Wars and The Devil's Been Busy.
Hell Bound
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 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 n...
The Soul Wars
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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. What 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 fac...
Fae Crossed
"[Demon Kissed] is GOOD! Blackrose proves that a creative writer can grab you with an original twist." —Faith Hunter, NYT and USA Today bestselling author of the Jane Yellowrock series "J. D. Blackrose's latest tale spins together demons, mobsters, fairies, and a kick-ass heroine under a curse that may end up being her salvation. *Chef's Kiss."—Darin Kennedy, Author of Fugue & Fable and The Pawn Stratagem on Demon Kissed "Action, demons, wizards, and plenty of snark - not to be missed! This one is a winner all the way around and a heck of a fun read! Can't wait for more!" — Bonita Soley, Netgalley Reviewer My name is Rebecca Naomi Greenblatt, but my friends call me Becs. A birthmark on...
Demon Kissed
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 c...
The Devil's Been Busy
Whether it's kitsune running rampant in the museum, were-gorillas rampaging at the zoo, or a cupid wreaking havoc on her daughter's birthday party, Jess Friedman can handle any monster the supernatural community of Cleveland can throw at her. Except maybe the disapproving stares from the women at her daughter's day care. Or the awkward conversations with her rabbi about her working for the Catholic Church as a New Templar, hunting down the things that go bump in the night. That's right, Jess Friedman isn't just an ordinary mother of three trying to make it through the world, she's also the official Cleveland Regional Monster Hunter for the Holy Roman Catholic Church (What? You thought Bubba ...
Samhain's Bargain
"Great urban fantasy, wonderful writing, intriguing characters (love Pinky!), and an enthralling plot." — PenKay, VINE VOICE on Hell Bound 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. But I'm not ready for it. 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 bent 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 Hallows' Eve, to tempt Gregory with promises of power an...
A Wrinkle and Crime
Zombie Waylon Jenkins is dead set on proving that cosmetology can save the world... What's a zombie--who also happens to be a cosmetologist--do when dead bodies show up with missing limbs and the local police captain thinks the zombie did it? After all, the captain reasons, who else needs the spare parts? For Waylon, it drags him into a deep cover zombie military unit where good moisturizer isn't enough to protect his friends or the peaceful life he's struggled to build. Besides, all he really wants to do is die. If Kevin J. Anderson and John Grisham had a baby, they'd name it Waylon Jenkins.
