Fursuit Drawing Base

Skylar McLair’s world falls apart when her father is caught in a scandal that leaves him bankrupt and in a coma. Just when she needs him most, her boyfriend Ethan turns cold and proposes to a wealthy heiress- claiming Skylar is no longer worthy to be his wife. Instead, he offers her something cruel: become his mistress, and he’ll save her family's status and reputation. After all, he is the heir to the powerful Buckman Corporation. But fate steps in… wearing Cole Buckman’s name. Cole, Ethan’s distant and mysterious stepbrother- and the true heir to the Buckman empire, comes into Skylar’s life through a contract marriage she never expected. To the world, he’s ruthless and unreadable. But to Skylar, he becomes something else entirely. Every time she stumbles, he’s right there- steady hands catching her before she falls. And whenever trouble finds her, he shows up without fail, like he’s been watching over her all along. She begins to think he’s simply a good man caught in the middle of a family war. What she doesn’t see… is that Cole has been drawing her in from the very beginning. Step by step. And by the time Skylar realizes she’s fallen into his trap- one built not of lies, but of desire and something else…her heart may already be his. As for Ethan? Let’s just say… he never saw it coming.

COMPLETE SERIES!!! * 51: The Beginning Lindsay Gold has recently been fired from her deputy’s position at a small county sheriff’s department in the Missouri Ozarks. Just as her family has begun to recover, the sheriff quits unexpectedly, and Lindsay is asked to take over. After her department receives calls about creatures and paranormal activities, she gets help from a federal agent, who. Unfortunately, it is her husband, Wren Gold, who never told her what his job really involved. Now, the couple must work together to protect the county.  Award Finalist: 2018 Best Book Awards (Fiction: Science Fiction) - 51: The Storm Lindsay has to deal with the chaos from the military base, and many deputies quitting. With storms moving in, she must find help wherever she can, including a deputy fresh out of the academy and her head dispatcher’s brothers. Wren shares all the information he has. It causes tension, both personally and professionally, for everyone.  - 51: Monsters While Wren is away on assignment, Lindsay deals with her mother-in-law and a new deadly threat. That threat leads Wren to question what is really happening in the county. Deputy Max Cartwright makes an accidental discovery about the Sheriff's first husband, which turns everything upside down. As a result, the search for the truth begins. - 51: Secrets Everyone has secrets. Lindsay has kept them to protect the people she loves. Wren to protect Lindsay, and his job required it.  A discovery reveals many secrets. Some could be deadly, and some lead to answers and to those responsible for the disaster on the base. - 51: Damages Lindsay and Wren assess the damage done to the county and their lives. After an epic, finally, who will be left standing, and will their lives ever be the same?

As Jimmy investigates an abandoned car, he finds a journal that sheds light on a mystery from twenty years before. As he explores his memories he discovers the truth behind the city and the supernaturals who run it. ~~~ Inside of each of us is the darkness wanting out. But what if that darkness is the ending and the beginning of us all? The full moon hung like a ghost in the night sky as Yada overlooked the lights of the city below from her tenth-floor apartment. She studied the diamond twilight for over an hour before turning away--No longer able to stomach the sight. It had been nearly a month since she had been home, having stayed in the coven’s inner chambers since the city fell under siege to a rival house a little over three weeks ago. Over the years, the city had seen many battles for control of the streets. To date, the two bloodiest battles took place within the last fifteen years. The Badens orchestrated both attacks. Led by Darius, the Badens seemed hell-bent on ruling the city with little regard for the Michelsons. The Michelsons governed the streets for nearly two hundred years and were a formidable force. Led by Gabriel, the Michelsons protected the city, and it survived unscathed. The streets were free from the blood deals, which went unnoticed by the public eye, normally. However, this last battle proved more difficult to keep quiet. It had been an all-out war for control, drawing innocent people into the blood feud as the Badens raided the streets for warriors to fortify their numbers. The Michelsons retaliated through unusual ventures to keep the war silent.

Wildlife biologist Marisol Vega's life implodes in a single day. Her fiancé confesses he's been cheating with her best friend, and her doctor delivers devastating news: severe endometriosis has left her nearly infertile. Heartbroken but determined, Marisol enrolls in an experimental fertility program, choosing to build her family alone using donor genetic material. What she doesn't know is that her donor, Kael Blackwood, is the last heir to a powerful werewolf pack. His donation was meant to preserve his endangered bloodline, but a catastrophic lab error places his sample with Marisol instead. The mistake carries consequences beyond medical negligence in werewolf lore, conception creates spiritual bonds that transcend biology. When Marisol begins experiencing vivid dreams, heightened senses, and an inexplicable pull toward a dangerous stranger, Kael appears with an impossible claim: the child is his, and ancient pack law grants him paternal rights. Marisol refuses to surrender the control she's fought so hard to reclaim, but she can't deny the primal connection drawing them together. As Marisol manifests wolf traits and enemies threaten her unborn child, she and Kael must navigate pack politics, prophecies, and their growing attraction. When a vengeful witch reveals she orchestrated everything cursing Marisol's fertility years ago and manipulating the clinic to create a hybrid child of unprecedented power—Marisol faces an impossible choice: maintain her hard-won independence or trust the alpha who's awakened both her desire and her dormant supernatural legacy.

"I said, what if I want to spend unnecessarily on you and your daughter?" Sebastian whispered, placing his hand on the small of my back and drawing me closer to himself. My breath hitched, my blood catching fire the moment my body hit his and my toes curled. His eyes pierced into mine as if they were searching my soul, wanting to see past all my guards and defences. "What if I want to spoil you? What if I want to give you everything you want? What if I want to make sure you don't lack anything you ever desired? What if I want to place the world at your feet? Will you let me, Aurora?" ~~~~~ Divorced and disowned on the same day, I simply decided to end my life.   But I didn't think I'd save a man from doing the same, nor did I expect him to give me a reason to live.   Five years later, my life hasn't gotten better. I'm drowning in debt and trying so hard to give my daughter a healthy life, but it's not enough.   Everything appears to be grim until the enigmatic billionaire Sebastian Warners unexpectedly enters my life and offers me everything I want on a silver platter for nearly nothing.   Why?   Why is a stranger so insistent on helping me? And what will I do when the past I had frantically tried to bury reappears?   Can true love, in which I had lost all hope, save the day, or will my entire life go up in flames again?  

En la fiesta de nuestro primer aniversario de bodas, caí de bruces sobre una alfombra roja, jadeando como pez fuera del agua. Carlo Pipino, mi esposo, rodeaba con el brazo a Gianna Verde, su amor de la infancia, bebiendo champán y riendo. Gianna sabía que yo era alérgica a las nueces y algunos frutos secos. Así que, obviamente, lo bañó todo con aderezo a base de avellanas. Un bocado y ¡pum!, se me hizo un nudo en la garganta, se me encendieron los pulmones y me reventó el salpullido como confeti. Busqué mis medicamentos para la alergia y, en su lugar, encontré un puñado de M&Ms derretidos. Gianna se rio al ver mi cara. —¡Sorpresa!, Carlo te cambió los medicamentos. ¿En serio, Siena? ¿Una nuez? ¿No te parece demasiado dramático? Me deslicé de la silla, jadeando, mientras el público apostaba sobre cuánto duraría mi «actuación». —Carlo... mis medicamentos... —grazné—. Por favor. Voy a morir. Él suspiró, molesto. —Dios mío, qué dramática eres. ¿Por qué las mujeres siempre juegan a hacerse las muertas para llamar la atención? Sabes que te amo. ¡Detén este espectáculo de una vez! En ese momento, mi corazón se rompió más rápido que mis pulmones. Dejé de suplicar. Presioné la señal de socorro. Llamé a mi verdadera familia.

Mate. I froze mid-step, Venom has never said that word before. I've suddenly forgotten the Rogues I was chasing, my whole attention now on the emotions I was feeling. My vision sharpened, focusing on the faint sound of labored breathing just ahead. My heart hammered in my chest as I walked closer, the bond pulling me forward with an urgency I hadn’t felt in decades. The first thing I saw was her hair, a messy dark bun with strands of white, unusual yet unique. She sat curled up against the base of an old tree, arms wrapped tightly around her knees, shoulders trembling. Her thin, tattered sweater barely shielding her from the cold air. She looked... fragile, a word I never thought I’d associate with my mate. Ariel’s life has been anything but easy. Orphaned as a child and left in the care of a cruel stepfather and stepbrother, she’s endured years of emotional and physical abuse. Despite her circumstances, she’s always felt something stirring beneath the surface—an unexplained restlessness, vivid dreams of running under the moonlight, and a deep connection to the forest around her. Zayn, the alpha of the Shadowcrest pack, has spent years searching for his fated mate, the one who would complete him and stand by his side to no avail…he had finally given up on ever finding her. His pack thrives under his leadership, but his heart has grown weary, doubting the Moon Goddess’s promise of a mate. When a chance encounter leads him to Ariel, he’s stunned to discover that the fragile, broken girl is his destined partner—and more than that, she’s a wolf completely unaware of her true nature.

The darkness in his eyes, the dangerous smell of in his breath, and his deathly grip keeping me bound to him made my heart pound in my chest and my body quiver beneath him. Shamefully, it wasn't anything that I wasn't used to, because…the things I let him do to me? When he was frustrated, annoyed, and angry at the world, I was here to be his pound of flesh. In return, he masked the void of my loneliness because for months, that was the transaction of our relationship. He'd pin me to the wall, bend me over the counter, pull my hair, slap me, choke me, and I enjoyed every second of it because in that moment, it finally felt good to be powerless. Irony is a funny thing. I enjoyed being in pain because it made me forget how much I was hurting. *** "I warned you, doll." His voice strikes a string of chills down the base of my spine, a reminder that all of the time in the world could pass, and he's still not letting go. This is where the good girl in me dies. "You're mine now," he whispers. *** My name is Mercy—Mercy Carter. I went to college. Got myself a useless Bachelor of Science in Mathematics degree. His name is Marcel—Marcello Saldívar. However, at the time, I didn't know that he, the heir to the Saldívar Mafia empire, was the man that I had blindly offered myself to. As smart as I am, I was stupid all the times when it actually mattered. After all, he did warn me he was dangerous. I just didn't think he could be much worse than my thug brother. I was vulnerable—naive. I belong to him. My name is Mercy, and I am the Mafia's Mercy.

“Kiss me,” Dante said. His undertone burned with desire as much as his hooded grey eyes. “I will not.” Sophia chuckled, trailing a finger against his hard-clothed chest, biting on her lower lips and relishing in the frustration his expression held. Dante growled, staring down at her. “You little tease.”He grunted enclosing his palm around her jaw and smashing her gently against the wall. “Oh…...” Sophia gasped. Her breath hitched and her walls tingled as she stared into Dante's eyes. Gosh! He was the hottest man on earth. Deep lustful grey eyes that pleased to let him kiss her, heavy breath that showed how much he yearned for her. Her inner churned and she moved her fingertip against his cheeks, watching the rise and fall of his chest. “Kiss me.” She whispered with eyes that granted approval and soaking wet cunt, that burned with the desire to be touched by him. Dante’s cock jerked in gratification. Without further words he cupped the base of her neck, smashing his lips against hers and kissing her hungrily like she was his first taste of wine. If Sophia had the world, she would give it to Dante, but she had just her pure beautiful heart—the total opposite of the man Dante is. The ruler of the underground world, the one whose presence commanded silence, found himself wrapped in the web that her fragile little heart had created for him. He would lay the world for her, and if she desired, then the world would cease to exist. Something that started as mare lust has whirled into powerful love, breaking the resolve that Dante spent his entire existence building. She was everything he desired, only that she was the standing ovation to the victory he spent his existence working for.

Slowly his hands glide up from my hips, up my back to the base of my hairline tilting my head down so that our foreheads touch. His eyes are closed and his breath is just as ragged at mine. “What on earth was that?” I ask “The best damn kiss of my life. Worth waiting almost 3 years to kiss you like that” My cheeks flush red at the comment. We have kissed a handful of times over the years. Usually instigated in a moment of weakness by Dimetrius but never anything like that. That kiss was dripping with desire from both sides. It definitely wasn’t one sided, I could feel what that kiss did to him through the hard length pressing against the inside of my thigh through his pants. I figured, why not throw it all at the wind and take a chance. I maintain eye contact with him as I slowly run my hands down the front of his chest, his eyes don’t leave mine as he sits dangerously still. I bring my hands back up his body again as I wrap my arms around the back of his neck. I adjust myself on his lap, so that now im sitting directly on top of his hard length and lean down to kiss him stopping just short with a smirk on my face. “Amelia” he says my name almost like a warning. That if I push him too far he is scared that he wont be able to stop. Once those flood gates are open, will either of us be strong enough to close them. I’m risking everything in this moment. I’m risking any future with Abran, and I’m risking my friendship with my best friend I am currently straddling. Fuck it