Publisher's Synopsis
"Just one more minute." Renshaw said. Ava was suspended from the ceiling of his studio. Ropes were twisted and knotted underneath her back as if a fishhook had reached down and scooped her from the sea. The series of knots were intricate; the final product showed the hours Renshaw had taken to create them. Ava's naked body was wrapped and twisted into a netted design. Her heavy hair was hanging loose toward the floor and Renshaw's eyes moved over her in an almost physical way. Even from upside down he was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. "Ok," He wiped his hands, which were covered in charcoal, pencil, and paints, on his jeans. They will take more than that to get clean, Ava thought. She's had such a crush on his hands. She watched them begin to release her bondage and start lowering her body to the floor.
