January 9, 2015

EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT: Work of Art: Book II, THE UNVEILING by Ruth Clampett

Work of Art, Part 2. The Unveiling by Ruth Clampett

Famed artist, Maxfield Caswell is missing.

Three of his major paintings have been savagely defaced and his house left in ruins. As his friends search for him, does his muse, Ava, hold the key?

Before the hope of love is lost, secrets will be told, spirits will be broken, and a price will be paid.

From the cave dwellings of New Mexico to the shores of Malibu, Max and Ava’s journey tests them to their limits. As they render passion and pain in broad strokes, will their all-consuming love rise from the debris?

Ages 18+

Max hands me two books to help me with my research. Something about this simple gesture stirs me to my core.

“Max,” I sigh and crawl over him, straddling him. I gently frame his face with my hands. It hasn’t escaped me that he’s trying to support me in my project with Nick. I graze my fingers over his cheeks and look solemnly into his eyes. “Baby, what made you think to get me these?”

“I’m always thinking about you, Ava.” He runs his hands across my naked thighs.

I study his face, trying to understand the blur of emotions running across it.

“Besides, I thought they would help you.” He smiles unsteadily, as if he isn’t sure that his gesture was the right thing to do.

“Thank you for the books, Max. I can’t tell you how much it means that you went out of your way to help me.”

His expression is hopeful. “I do want to help you. I want your happiness more than my own now. I fucking love you, Ava.” He closes his eyes and drops his head like he’s overwhelmed.

I feel like he’s trying to show me what’s in his heart. “I love you too, Max.” I kiss him softly and run my fingers slowly through his hair.

He closes his eyes and leans his head back against the couch, while I make soft circles with my nails across his scalp and feather kisses along his forehead. As he relaxes, I can feel his body and mind open. It’s encouraging to know he trusts me to help him step out of the dark places. He runs his hands along my back, across the soft silk of my robe, before he pulls me closer.

“I’ve missed you.” The next kiss has more fire as I press up against him. He’s exhausted, yet I can’t help the passion his closeness stirs in me. Sleep, not sex, is what he needs, so I start to move off his lap.

He takes hold of my hips so I can’t move. “Where are you going?”

“To put you to bed. You need sleep more than me rubbing against you.”

“I’ve been awake this long…Please keep rubbing.” He gives me a sheepish grin and presses my hand to his arousal straining against his jeans. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go to sleep until I get my fill of you.”

I skim my lips along his ear. “Really? Can I make love to you, Max? I’ll do most of the work.”

“Yes, please,” he moans.

As I kiss his neck and run my teeth along his chin, he repeats my name in whispers before he begins to unravel. I kiss him slow and deep, feeling his hardness pulsing as I sink further into his lap.

“I need you, Ava.”

I swiftly remove his shirt and run my hands over his chest. I untie my belt, and as soon as it’s loose, he parts the silk panels away from my naked flushed skin.

His eyes widen. “Oh, Ava.” His voice is strangled with desire, his breath ragged.

As my breasts skim his chest, I undo his jeans with his eager help.

“Do you know how good it feels when you’re inside me?” I ask, as I look down and admire him. I stroke him as I roll on the condom, his skin silky, hot, and sheathing steely hardness. No one’s ever made me feel such overwhelming desire. He takes a deep breath as I lift my hips and hover over him.

“Come on, baby,” he whispers, his eyes focused where he’s pressed against me.

I moan as I sink down until he’s completely inside of me.

He takes in a sharp breath, closes his eyes, and his lips curl into a sexy smile.

As I rock my hips slowly, his head falls back, but his gaze never breaks away from mine. He watches my every move as I rise and fall over him.

His hands slide down to cup my ass as he guides me. He gives me a lazy smile and lets his eyes roll back. “Holy hell. This is exactly what I needed.”

Check out how it all began in THE INSPIRATION Book 1!

Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director, Bob Clampett, has spent a lifetime surrounded by art and animation. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, her careers have included graphic design, photography, VP of Design for WB Stores and teaching photography at UCLA. She now runs her own studio as the fine art publisher for Warner Bros. where she’s had the opportunity to know and work with many of the greatest artists in the world of animation and comics.

The Work of Art Trilogy is Ruth’s third publishing endeavor, following Animate Me and Mr. 365. She lives in Los Angeles and is heavily supervised by her teenage daughter, lovingly referred to as Snarky, who loves art and visiting museums as much as her mom.

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