Payton Taylor is trying to write a new chapter in her life-but starting over is harder than it sounds. No matter how carefully she erases the past, the chalk always seems to show through. Whistler is an elite private security firm that recruits only the best of the best, forging highly effective teams to operate where governments cannot. Drawn to Whistler's mission of protection, Payton enters their brutal training program determined to prove that someone like her can still choose to be one of the good guys. As one of the only women in a class dominated by ego, violence, and unspoken rules, Payton quickly learns that survival isn't just about physical endurance. Respect must be earned. Trust is fragile. Every mistake is magnified, every success questioned. While hiding the truth of who she used to be, Payton works to stay unnoticed-until protecting someone on her new team forces her to risk the anonymity that has kept her safe. Through relentless training and hard-won alliances, Payton carves out her place not by changing who she is, but by refusing to. She believes redemption isn't granted-it's built. The question isn't whether Payton can survive Whistler. It's whether Whistler will accept a hero who needs redemption. Blank Slate is a gritty, character-driven thriller about trust, accountability, and earning the right to stand on the side of good-without erasing who you've been.

Tired of human men? Need something better in your life? Call Hire an Incubus! Welcome to Lisa Farrow's world where the normal and paranormal are very well acquainted, if you know what I mean. Sick of being alone, Lisa decides to try out 'Hire an Incubus', a very professional establishment run by demons for humans, however, she doesn't plan on after an administrative error, she will have a rogue, blacklisted, very dangerous incubus looking for her. She also doesn't plan for how incredibly hard it is to shake off one. Or uncover that he's maybe he's not who everyone says he is.... [ this story has mature themes but nothing overtly graphic. ]

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

**Assassins is being put on hold until I say otherwise.** Now that testing week is over, Ely and the boys are ready to start accepting missions. When someone starts trying to sabotage their missions, the only ones they can trust to get to the bottom of it is themselves. They'll have to keep themselves alive while keeping up with their studies and their missions as they realize that trusting anyone else isn't just difficult, it's nearly impossible. © 2015 Ladybugtastic All Rights Reserved

The story of Avalon continues.... Cover by the awesome MayTijssen