Work of Art book 3 FINAL

Has Max, the bad boy of the art world been tamed just as his girlfriend, Ava’s star begins to shine? Anything can happen in Los Angeles, a world where heroes become villains and the rogue saves the day.
An unexpected plane ticket leads our heroine to a meeting that will change her life.
What happens when what’s most precious to you slips out of your grasp? How fiercely will you fight for the one you love?
Join Max and Ava for the dramatic and passionate conclusion to the Work of Art trilogy

My Review

You know there comes a time as a reader where you come across a book or even an author that just gives you all the feels.  Their books are well written, their plot and their characters make you happy, sad, anxious, terrified and blissful.  Ruth Clampett is one of those authors.  I read her first book way back Animate Me and even then I knew she was something special!  She has a gift to tell a story and make you feel like your living it, like you want to be the characters in the book, and Work of Art was one of those series that I could read over and over again and never tire of it.

Max and Ava’s conclusion was everything I thought it would be. Ruth left us off with quite the cliffhanger at the end of Book 2 and I was super anxious to find out who that text message, that sent Max into a rage, was from. I really kinda figured I knew what it was about but I wasn’t positive and with this story you could never be too certain.

In this installment our lovely Ava is given the challenge and dream of a lifetime, everything she’s worked for to make herself known and to get her career off the ground comes in the form of an offer that she can’t refuse. But it also mean that her relationship with Max could be in jeopardy if she were to follow her dreams. On would hope that Max would be the supportive boyfriend and tell Ava to follow her dreams that he will make it work.  But Max isn’t just normal, he has many emotional issues and barriers and this new job, and the opportunity will put miles between them physically.

Max made such great strides in book 2 with his emotional issues and his stress in his life. He’s working through his issues and trying to become a better man.  I loved watching Max work through his problems, but I didn’t always love his behaviors.  Underneath you know that Max has all the qualities that you could want in a man, but his attitude at times is a deterrent.  But Ava she sees all the good…  And she is exactly what Max needs!

This book was the perfect ending for Max and Ava… I couldn’t have seen it going any differently.  It cause me to laugh, cry and feel like I was going to scream at times, but that is every emotion I want in my books.  I absolutely adore Ruth’s writing and can tell you she has a fan for life in this girl!  5 Starlet Stars for the conclusion of this trilogy!






My Work of Art – The Masterpeice




I wonder if my silence and twirling mind spook Max, so I stroke

his hand reassuringly. Because I’m beyond exhausted when we step in

the house, he seems unsure of what to say or do. He decides to feed

me, and he heats up the leftover pasta from his dinner and pours me a

glass of Pinot Noir. We sit at the kitchen island, and he watches me eat

as if each bite is his own. I lick my lips and watch him watch me, too

exhausted to make much conversation.


After dinner, I shower and crawl into bed, still damp and disoriented.

He pulls me into his arms and rubs my back gently. I’m so in

love and happy to be back home with him, and I tell him that in quiet

mumbles. I have a vague memory of my knee hitched up against his

erection, but sleep takes me hard.


The next morning dawns in a gray quiet light, and I lift my head

and see a thick blanket of fog draped across the Malibu horizon. I settle

back into the bed and watch Max as his chest rises and falls with each



I observe him for a long while and become overwhelmed with the

desire to see more of him. I slide the sheet off, excruciatingly slowly, to

reveal his incredible body. His thighs…God, I love his strong thighs

and the way they’re slightly parted, leading my view to his beautiful ass.

My insides curl with desire as I skim my hand down his back.

I’m glad to be naked and warm, my arousal spreading through me.

I want him so much that it takes everything not to shake him awake

and seduce him.

I quietly lift myself up to my knees so I can study him from another

angle. I gently push his waves of hair off his forehead.

Inexplicably, tears fill my eyes and I still for a moment. I love this

man, and when we’re joined together, all I know in life is the depth of

my passion. I kiss his neck, his taste and the Max smell of musk, paint,

and salt air arousing me further. He stirs out of the deepest sleep, and

as I kiss his jaw, his eyes slowly open.

“I thought I was dreaming and didn’t want to wake up. What are

you doing to me, Angel?” he says in his morning voice, as he rolls over

to his back.

“Good morning, handsome. Sorry to wake you, but I woke up and

you’re naked and all…”

“It’s okay,” he says, smiling lazily as he reaches for me. “I take it you

missed me.”

“You have no idea,” I say, as I straddle him, resting lightly on his


There’s something so intoxicating about how he makes me feel as

he looks at me. His eyes are wide now and alert to my movements. He

skims his fingers up my sides and then across my breasts, his thumbs

circling my nipples.

“Max, I want you so much,” I whisper, as I gently run my fingers up

and down his length.

His face colors and his jaw flexes as he watches me touch him. He’s

completely hard now, and my fingers tighten as I stroke him.

His hands slide back to my hips and he pulls me closer so I can lift

up and sink down on him.

I love it when he’s all the way inside me. His eyes close and his head

tips back before he lazily begins to rock his hips.

We move slowly in the morning light with the sound and rhythm

of our breath and the waves crashing just beyond.

I gaze at him as the intensity builds. His eyes are stormy as his body


“Max,” I whisper.

He takes a sharp breath as he pulls me to him. “I’ve got you, Ava.”

His words spark a fuse, and I tremble with exquisite pleasure as

he watches me. Every hard thrust is the very definition of masculine

energy as he brings me to climax and soon after joins me with a quiet


We both settle and try to catch our breath. I ease off of him and curl

into his side.

“Round one,” he says, as he nuzzles and kisses me.

“Yeah, wait until we have our coffee. I’m already imagining round

two, but I’ll definitely need breakfast first.” I settle back into the sheets

and we lie quietly, listening to the waves break along the shore.

My limbs are loose and happy and my head as clear as the early

morning beach. Max’s eyes are deep in concentration.

“I can hear your wheels turning. What are you thinking about?” I

trace circles lightly with my fingertips across his chest.

“Your birthday.” He grins and pulls me closer.

“Oh, it’s next Saturday, isn’t it? Can we do something special?” I’m

like a little girl, complete with party hat and balloon.

“It’s already planned.”

I grin widely. “Really? What are we going to do?”

“I’m not telling. It’s a surprise. But when you come to spend the

night Friday, bring your swimsuit and something nice to wear.”

“Oh, I love birthday surprises!”

He kisses me on the forehead. “I’m glad, because this one’s special.”

Work of Art- The Inspiration

Work of Art – The Unveiling

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.