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Spell-slinger. Vampire-slayer. Magical albino ferret-rescuer. Meet Jacqueline Denna Knight, the best wizard detective in the city. Jax turns vampires to ash and pain into magic. She also has a knack for finding things. So, when a distraught - and obscenely wealthy - elf calls Jax at midnight to hire her for an intriguing job, she grabs the opportunity with both hands.

What could go wrong? A lot, apparently. Especially when Jax’s assassin happens to be in the vehicle destined for oblivion. She uses the term "assassin" loosely, of course, because Darick also happens to be a stalker, a spy, a healer mage, and her number one crush. But this is no love story. Sure, there’s a woman being haunted by her dead husband. And the new captain of the paranormal special ops force who doesn’t hide his obsession for a certain kick-ass detective of the girl wizard variety.

Is there ever a good time to face an old enemy? Everyone knows that witches have a flair for melodrama, and Jax has enough to deal with, without babysitting her old arch-rival, Isadora Crowe. But when the StarDust Coven bodies start showing up, Jax begins to believe that the High Priestess’s jeopardy is real. To add to the detective wizard’s unease, the band of Hammerskins are becoming more ruthless by the day. It’s just a matter of time before they seize power and raze the Realm.

Why would a butler gatecrash a wizard funeral? It sounds like the first line of a joke, but what Jax sees when she gets to Abarim Manor is as serious as a heart attack. The butler’s employer, old wizard Blimaex Abarim, is being slowly tortured to death by contagious black magic, and she needs to stop the person responsible.

It seems like everything and everyone is out to keep Jax from stopping the vamps before they can bring about the New Dawn Throne. As the veil between the mundane and the magical continues to unravel, she'll discover just how many friends she truly has.

An ancient prophecy is on the brink of coming true. Jax has to make a bold move to stop the cruel Silvano clan from destroying everything and everyone she’s ever loved. The problem is, in Jax’s world, nothing is ever what it seems. This is a breakneck-paced mix of urban fantasy, irreverent humor, and detective noir.

Spell-slinger. Vampire-slayer. Magical albino ferret-rescuer. Meet Jacqueline Denna Knight, the best wizard detective in the city. Jax turns vampires to ash and pain into magic. She also has a knack for finding things. So, when a distraught - and obscenely wealthy - elf calls Jax at midnight to hire her for an intriguing job, she grabs the opportunity with both hands. But what Jax doesn’t know is that this case is going to unravel her life.

War has arrived, and with it the only chance for peace may be gone forever if Asha can't get her rear end in gear. Barely recovered from the trauma she's suffered at the hands of the elven sister, she's on a mission to save the kidnapped girls - but success is far, far from guaranteed.

The orcs are marching to war, and Asha's pleas to listen to reason reach a deaf—and corrupted—ear. She's got problems of her own, though, as a supposedly-dead foe continues to haunt her from the grave—and the results could be deadly for not just her, but everyone she loves. Meanwhile, the kidnappings have reached a fever point as her ward is scooped up off the street and spirited away to an unknown location. Without hesitation, Asha takes on a suicidal rescue mission that has certain doom written all over it....

Will there be light at the end of the birth canal? Does the word endometriosis make you want to stick a fork in your eye? No? Then perhaps this book isn’t for you. It’s funny, and (sometimes alarmingly) frank. It contains an impressive array of synonyms for "vagina", and it’s certainly NSFW.

If you're a fan of Roald Dahl or Gillian Flynn you'll love these unsettling stories with a twist in the tale. Are you ready to stay up all night with USA Today best-selling author JT Lawrence? Click now to start listening.

It'll take more than a lie to keep Kirsten safe. A creative assassin. A hit list hidden in a Doomsday seed vault. A woman with an unusual gift who has to untangle the conspiracy...before it kills her. When Kirsten digs into her mother’s past she discovers a shocking betrayal that derails her life. Will she uncover the mystery before the hitman finds her?

Daiki finds a flash drive in his office, which leads him to a truth he is not ready to hear.

“Maybe,” says Margaret, “when you see this place you’ll understand. It’s like Club Med! There’s a heated pool and a rec centre and a cocktail bar and everything. They have 24-hour room service!” Andrew guffaws. “A cocktail bar? At a nursing home? What’s next? Happy Hour?”

A man makes a horrific discovery in the crim colony silo he's imprisoned in.

“There’s the drive back home, invariably in the dark. Not safe.” “She has plenty of space. We could have just stayed over.” Linda shook her head. “No. Not allowed. Against the rules.” “What do you mean?” Andrew took off his glasses and frowned at her. “Hodgey was always begging us to stay the night. I’ve never understood - " Linda drummed her fingers on her knees.“It’s just a thing, okay? An agreement.” Andrew’s furrows deepened. “Between you and Hodge?” “Between Peter and I. We sibling-swore.”

Red Riding Hood, retold by the (fictional) AI Millenniarellabot after being fed fairy tales and texts on euthanasia.

A man knows he deserves to be haunted for what he has done; he just didn't expect it to happen this way.

The last thing I remember is Lorin’s scream as my roadster smashes into the guardrails and flips into the air. There was Lorin’s terrible wail, and then being silently airborne. Then there was nothing. Later, some bright lights shone through - hospital ceilings, I guess - and doctors' terse commands. I piece together the clues I overhear. The crash, the rocks, the fire. Agony like I've never experienced before burns my every organ and bone. Pipes and palpations. Needles, catheters, and a heart monitor that sounds like a ticking time bomb.

We pulled into a makeshift parking lot in the middle of a huge herd of sheep. There were two or three cars, but not a cave or another person in sight. We watched the sheep for a while, not sure what to do, when we saw people walk past us, making their way up the hill. That’s when we realized that we would be working hard for our little bit of fertility magic: We had to hike to get to the cave.