In a life driven by passion, famed artist Maxfield Caswell lives in a world of brilliant color and drama, pushing his art and affairs to his emotional edge. He’s stunning, charismatic and celebrated in the art world, but are the trappings of fame also destroying him?
For years intelligent and bright-eyed Ava Jacobs has worked diligently toward a career in the art world. Ava is swept off her feet when she meets the passionate artist. She soon realizes, however, that he’s on a destructive path—one she doesn’t intend to join him on.
In the decadent world of patrons, art groupies, and predators, feisty and beautiful Ava knocks Max off his pedestal. A stunned Max sees something special in Ava and offers her an opportunity she can’t refuse. As their lives and passions collide, will he realize that she alone has the power to heal him? Can their hearts come together to create their own work of art?
Work of Art is a fantastic book! Ruth Clampett takes her readers into the world of fine art and shows both the alluring and seedy sides of an industry that is based on aesthetic pleasure.
Ava is a young woman on a mission. She is learning everything she can about the art world so she can take those experiences and turn them into her dream career. What she didn’t bargain for is Maxwell Caswell.
Max is a hot commodity on the art scene. He is extremely talented, in demand by both collectors and art groupies. Everyone wants a piece of him and hope to latch on to his rising star. He, however, is his own worst enemy.
Ruth opens up the art world and gives her readers a glimpse from a perspective they normally might not have. She shows the glitz and glamour as well as the business side of things. How artists find their inspiration and work through the creative process. I learned so much in reading this book.
I loved how Ava was both conflicted in her feelings, but aware enough to assess them.
Doesn’t every young woman at one point have a handsome teacher or boss she fantasizes about. And if they show her special attention, the allure can be hard to resist.
She is forced to look at her belief system when she experiences attentions on multiple fronts.
There’s nothing more seductive than a man who makes it clear that he wants you. As much as the feminist in me hates to admit it, his admiration is confidence boosting.
Ava also reflects on how her behaviors might be based on trying to fill a void, rather than admitting her true feelings.
I know it’s wrong…a wrong that may become another regret in the morning. But none of the wrongs are compelling enough to make me stop when I’ve felt so undesirable all day.
Work of Art is the first in a trilogy with each subsequent installments scheduled to release 8 weeks apart. I am very much looking forward to reading The Unveiling in January and The Masterpiece in March
“Okay,” I say to Max unsteadily as we lean into the printing press. “We start with the ink.” I take his right hand and place it over mine, take the stick and gently stir the paint in the can. The violet swirls, and I lift the wet stick and drip it across the
I try to focus but his touch and the heat from his body permeate
Next, I pick up the squeegee, and we complete the motion of dragging the paint across the printing screen. But it’s awkward with his hand on only one side of the squeegee. As I lift the screen, he steps around and removes the print and reloads silently.
When he returns, he steps directly behind me, and since he’s taller
and larger than me, he curls around me and reaches everything easily.
He slides both of his hands on top of mine.
I can hardly breathe I’m so electrified. Swirl, lift, stroke…His breath
is hot against my neck.
We grip the squeegee, slide, pause, drag back with more force, lift.
I close my eyes so I can focus on his scent and the feeling of his arms
wrapped around me.
He pauses before he steps away to switch the paper.
When he returns, he steps even closer so that when we extend ourselves
across the print, he presses against me.
I gasp. All I can focus on is his arousal pressing against me. I’ve
never wanted anyone this much.
By the third pass on the printing press, I’m trembling, and when he presses against me, I press my ass back into him, imagining him inside of me.
“Ava,” he moans.
As much as I want to turn around and face him, I don’t want to
stop. I don’t want this moment to end.
“Again,” he groans.
This time, as I slide the squeegee up, he lets go, slides his hands up
my arms and trails them down my sides. All the while, his lower body
is firmly pressed against me. I could cry it feels so good to have him
touch me in ways I never thought he would. I slowly grind my ass
against him. His hands move down to my hips, and his fingers grasp
my curves, pulling me closer.
I’m surprised he has the focus to change the paper, but he doesn’t
reach around to help me with the screen this time. Instead, his hands
return to my hips as our bodies press together, and he run his hands
down the sides of my thighs and back up. He slips his hands under my
tank, moving up my sides, across my ribs, and just skimming the edge
of my bra. My nipples harden, aching for his touch, and my breaths
are quick and short.
I drop my head and moan, “Max.”
“I know, baby, I know,” he whispers, pressing his lips in my hair
at the nape of my neck. He steps away again and replaces the paper
“Again, Ava, for me.” He brushes his cheek softly above my ear and
presses into me a little harder.
I try to concentrate on the trail of violet left from my stroke, but as
I push up, his hands part. One slides down over my jeans, between my
legs, and presses firmly against my sex. I drop the squeegee and grab
the edge of the table, just as his other hand snakes under my shirt and
pulls my bra down to cup my naked breast.
My breath catches in my throat as I revel in every sensation.
His fingers gently tease my nipple, and he kisses the side of my neck
up to my ear.
I moan as the room spins, and I try to make sense of what’s happening
as I come undone. The room is hazy with the softest highlights and
shadows. I wonder if this is a dream.
Book 2, The Unveiling is up for pre-order now.
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.