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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.

Faerie has secrets...love or family? Jamie MacKinnion makes the hardest decision of his very long life, and all of Faerie feels the wrath and heartache of the Faery Queen. Can Faerie and its denizens survive an all-powerful ruler’s pain manifest in natural disasters? Even if they can, the Dark King has schemes of his own and Solitary Fae cannot be trusted to live in peace. As Faerie fractures and the lives of mortals and fae intertwine even more, the lines between what’s right and what’s easy becomes blurry for even the best of them.

Diverse, dark-humored, and deliciously bite-sized: USA Today best-selling author J. T. Lawrence ratchets up the tension with this compelling collection of short stories perfect for fans of Gillian Flynn and Roald Dahl.

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.

Diverse, dark-humored, and deliciously bite-size, JT Lawrence doesn't disappoint with this brand-new collection of unsettling short stories. Perfect for fans of Gillian Flynn and Roald Dahl, these stories are guaranteed to get under your skin.

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.

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. Kirsten is desperate for a baby, but when she 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?

There’s something different about Kate’s four-year-old son. He wasn’t created the old fashioned way. Now a violent cult wants him dead and Kate will do anything to protect him – until they take her daughter. Glimpse JT Lawrence’s chilling vision of the all-too-near future in this dark kidnapping thriller with a twist that will send you reeling. How We Found You is the second book in the futuristic dystopian series When Tomorrow Calls.

Perfect for fans of Gillian Flynn and Roald Dahl, these stories are guaranteed to get under your skin. Diverse, dark-humored, and deliciously bite-sized: J. T. Lawrence doesn't disappoint with this brand-new collection of unsettling short stories.

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?”

The groomer shook her head, her stubborn silence adding fuel to my fury. She glanced at the dog as if he would back her up in some way, but I could tell he was beginning to get the idea. He was starting to understand that, despite his excellent breeding, he currently looked like a mangey pavement special. I wondered if I should get him a cone for his neck so that he wouldn't have to witness this new, burning humiliation.

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

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

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.

“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.”

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

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.

Betty arrives at work slippery with sweat. She has no option but to run to her grind at Propag8 now that the taxi drivers are trying to kill her. She bought an electric car, but they keep trying to booby-trap it. Every time she puts her thumb on the ignition switch, she closes her eyes and waits for the explosion. Every time the car starts without blowing up, she knows it's just a matter of time. That she has bought one more day. That they are watching her, waiting for the perfect time to detonate her life.

The priest turned his back on the old man so he wouldn’t notice if his fingers shook while pouring. He would have poured himself a drink before the impromptu meeting, to steady his nerves, but he knew he’d be driving that night, so he had reluctantly abstained. When he sat down, a sigh escaped the priest’s lips. “I assume you know why I asked to see you,” said the bishop, his long wiry eyebrows knitting in an accusing way. His raptorial eyes were unblinking. “Yes, Your Excellency,” Father Sanderson said. “It is unfortunate”.