Art student Evie Austin has spent the last several years idolizing the famous and elusive painter, Traevyn
Whitelaw. After an agonizing final report on the man, who also happens to be the most private and
secretive person Evie has ever tried to do research on, her professor picks her for the once in a lifetime
opportunity to be Traevyn Whitelaw's apprentice for the summer.
Ecstatic, Evie knows that her summer is going to be amazing, filled with lengthy discussions on art and
beautiful things with the man she admires above all others. What she doesn't expect is to get stuck taking
her sullen, sarcastic, seventeen-year-old brother with her at the last minute, and she definitely doesn't
expect Traevyn Whitelaw to live in an isolated Gothic mansion by the ocean. What's worse is that the man
she imagined to be so cultured and refined is no more than a sinister, snarling ogre who acts like having
Evie and her brother in his home is the worst intrusion imaginable... He's also the most gorgeous man Evie
has ever laid eyes on.
There is more than meets the eye to the dark, brooding artist with the painful past, and spunky, outspoken
Evie plans on finding out just exactly what the man is made of…if she can only figure out how.
Whitelaw. After an agonizing final report on the man, who also happens to be the most private and
secretive person Evie has ever tried to do research on, her professor picks her for the once in a lifetime
opportunity to be Traevyn Whitelaw's apprentice for the summer.
Ecstatic, Evie knows that her summer is going to be amazing, filled with lengthy discussions on art and
beautiful things with the man she admires above all others. What she doesn't expect is to get stuck taking
her sullen, sarcastic, seventeen-year-old brother with her at the last minute, and she definitely doesn't
expect Traevyn Whitelaw to live in an isolated Gothic mansion by the ocean. What's worse is that the man
she imagined to be so cultured and refined is no more than a sinister, snarling ogre who acts like having
Evie and her brother in his home is the worst intrusion imaginable... He's also the most gorgeous man Evie
has ever laid eyes on.
There is more than meets the eye to the dark, brooding artist with the painful past, and spunky, outspoken
Evie plans on finding out just exactly what the man is made of…if she can only figure out how.
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“I am doing this out of obligation,” Traevyn finished, “not by choice.”
Evie stared at him, dumbfounded. He moved quickly, making her jump, and motioned her inside. She
hurried to obey, grasping Seth’s wrist and hauling him in after her.
“Follow,” Traevyn commanded, shutting the door.
Evie trailed behind him up a staircase, her hands shaking horribly. The entire house was so dark, full of
mahogany, black leather furniture, and wrought iron. She could even see a few tapestries on the walls, but
her chance to take a look was limited as she hurried after Traevyn.
He led them down a hallway to a door, which he opened. “This will be your room,” he stated. “The boy can
have the one across the hall. You will find it slightly less prepared as I was not expecting him.” He fixed his
eyes on Seth.
Seth retreated behind Evie.
“The kitchen is downstairs and the guest bathroom is at the end of the hall. If you have a problem that you
can’t seem to solve on your own, my room is at the far end of the other hall, if you make a left at the top of
the stairs instead of a right. When I feel like teaching, I will find you. Other-wise, please do your best to stay
out of my way.” He turned and strode back down the hall, disappearing around a corner.
Evie stared, acutely aware of her own heartbeat drum-ming in her ears. She swallowed, her mouth dry.
“Evie!” Seth hissed. “Dude, I told you!”
She blinked and looked at him. “That was not what I expected.” She poked her head in her room and
turned on the light. There was a queen sized bed with a headboard and footboard of rich oak and a vanity
made of the same. The curtains were a deep, dark purple, as was the bedspread. On one wall hung a thick
tapestry of a Celtic pattern in black and gray. “I feel like I walked into a Bronte sister novel,” she whispered.
“That guy is freaky,” Seth muttered.
“Seth, go get our bags,” Evie demanded as she fingered the tapestry.
His eyes bulged. “Are you out of your mind? That guy probably has a dungeon and a torture chamber. If I
get in his way, he’ll do awful things to me!”
Evie scowled at him. “Then don’t get in his way!” she cried. “Just go, Seth! I’m not going back home! This is
an opportunity for my future. I don’t care how much of an ogre that man is, I’m staying. Now go!”
Seth threw his hands up in the air and started to grumble incoherently as he made his way back down the
hall.
Evie heaved a sigh and flopped down on the bed. Her hands were still shaking. She was good at putting on
a front for Seth that she didn’t care how evil Traevyn Whitelaw was, but the truth was, after that display,
she had no idea how she was going to survive the next three months. This was not at all what she had
expected. She’d pictured Traevyn Whitelaw as this insanely passionate, yet somehow normal man who
would be patient, show her his technique, and share his life experiences with her. She had not expected a
devastatingly handsome Heathcliff with no desire to have her in his home at all. The way he had spoken to
her, like she was an intruder in his entire universe, made her uneasy. How was she supposed to learn
anything when her teacher didn’t even want her there?
Barrett deBoer’s insensitive words flooded her mind and made her frown. Maybe she could just get by on
her intelligence, but she doubted it. This man seemed much worse than Barrett, if that was possible. Maybe
if she was some gorgeous supermodel he would have reacted differently to her presence.
She all but groaned aloud. What she had imagined was going to be an amazing experience, she was now
convinced was going to suck horribly.
It was going to be a long summer.
Evie stared at him, dumbfounded. He moved quickly, making her jump, and motioned her inside. She
hurried to obey, grasping Seth’s wrist and hauling him in after her.
“Follow,” Traevyn commanded, shutting the door.
Evie trailed behind him up a staircase, her hands shaking horribly. The entire house was so dark, full of
mahogany, black leather furniture, and wrought iron. She could even see a few tapestries on the walls, but
her chance to take a look was limited as she hurried after Traevyn.
He led them down a hallway to a door, which he opened. “This will be your room,” he stated. “The boy can
have the one across the hall. You will find it slightly less prepared as I was not expecting him.” He fixed his
eyes on Seth.
Seth retreated behind Evie.
“The kitchen is downstairs and the guest bathroom is at the end of the hall. If you have a problem that you
can’t seem to solve on your own, my room is at the far end of the other hall, if you make a left at the top of
the stairs instead of a right. When I feel like teaching, I will find you. Other-wise, please do your best to stay
out of my way.” He turned and strode back down the hall, disappearing around a corner.
Evie stared, acutely aware of her own heartbeat drum-ming in her ears. She swallowed, her mouth dry.
“Evie!” Seth hissed. “Dude, I told you!”
She blinked and looked at him. “That was not what I expected.” She poked her head in her room and
turned on the light. There was a queen sized bed with a headboard and footboard of rich oak and a vanity
made of the same. The curtains were a deep, dark purple, as was the bedspread. On one wall hung a thick
tapestry of a Celtic pattern in black and gray. “I feel like I walked into a Bronte sister novel,” she whispered.
“That guy is freaky,” Seth muttered.
“Seth, go get our bags,” Evie demanded as she fingered the tapestry.
His eyes bulged. “Are you out of your mind? That guy probably has a dungeon and a torture chamber. If I
get in his way, he’ll do awful things to me!”
Evie scowled at him. “Then don’t get in his way!” she cried. “Just go, Seth! I’m not going back home! This is
an opportunity for my future. I don’t care how much of an ogre that man is, I’m staying. Now go!”
Seth threw his hands up in the air and started to grumble incoherently as he made his way back down the
hall.
Evie heaved a sigh and flopped down on the bed. Her hands were still shaking. She was good at putting on
a front for Seth that she didn’t care how evil Traevyn Whitelaw was, but the truth was, after that display,
she had no idea how she was going to survive the next three months. This was not at all what she had
expected. She’d pictured Traevyn Whitelaw as this insanely passionate, yet somehow normal man who
would be patient, show her his technique, and share his life experiences with her. She had not expected a
devastatingly handsome Heathcliff with no desire to have her in his home at all. The way he had spoken to
her, like she was an intruder in his entire universe, made her uneasy. How was she supposed to learn
anything when her teacher didn’t even want her there?
Barrett deBoer’s insensitive words flooded her mind and made her frown. Maybe she could just get by on
her intelligence, but she doubted it. This man seemed much worse than Barrett, if that was possible. Maybe
if she was some gorgeous supermodel he would have reacted differently to her presence.
She all but groaned aloud. What she had imagined was going to be an amazing experience, she was now
convinced was going to suck horribly.
It was going to be a long summer.
| Reviews for Dark Masterpiece |
Fiction-Romance
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 240 pages
Oct. 2009
$12.95
ISBN-13: 978-1-936167-03-6
Book Three in the Serendipity Series
Whimsical Publications,
LLC/paperback, 240 pages
Oct. 2009
$12.95
ISBN-13: 978-1-936167-03-6
Book Three in the Serendipity Series
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