About Drawn
by Sean Michael
223 pages / 54500 words
ISBN: 978-1-61040-277-4
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Giles is an artist, a man who is intense and totally focused on his art.
In fact, a lot of people including some of his own family, think he's a
little bit crazy. Harrison meets the artist as Giles is running away from
setting up a showing at a gallery, totally freaked out. Harrison is
immediately intrigued. He doesn't think Giles is crazy, but he does believe
that Giles needs someone like him, or more accurately, him, to help Giles
focus on more than just his art.
Giles isn't exactly easy to convince that Harrison is the man to do the job,
though. Oh, he likes Harrison well enough and the sex is wonderful, but this
BDSM stuff Harrison talks about is just a game, right? And Giles is worried
that all the time he's spending focussed on Harrison is damaging his art.
After all, you have to suffer for your art, right?
Can Harrison convince him that Giles can have love, happiness and Harrison
in his life as well as be a great artist or will Giles' worries about his
artwork drive them apart for good?
Review
Jane Davitt, author of Drawing Closer, writes: In 'Drawn', Sean Michael
adds another title to the immensely popular 'Hammer' series, delivering all
the heat and intensity you'd expect.
Giles, the driven, obsessive artist, and Harrison, the man who guides Giles'
self-destructive impulses into another channel both come across as
sympathetic characters, though they're very different men. I loved the twist
running through the book that Giles is never really convinced that the club
and BDSM itself are for real, despite everything that Harrison is patiently
showing him. It was refreshingly novel and added a touch of humor to have a
sub be so blissfully clueless about the bigger picture.
The couple are surrounded by some memorable secondary characters, not just
familiar faces at the club, but Giles' family. I enjoyed seeing the
supportive relationship he has with his twin sister and her husband and
contrasting it with what Harrison gives him. It's interesting to compare the
two versions of love and help and there's no doubt that although Marisa
cares for Giles deeply, Harrison is better able to keep Giles safe and
healthy -- and most definitely happy in bed. The sex scenes are scorching
and again, there's a suble humor to the way Harrison's trying to train a
mostly oblivious Giles. who though puzzled at times by what Harrison's
asking of him and most definitely not automatically obedient, still manages
to be the perfect sub for Harrison. These two fit together with a click as
emphatic as the collision that sparked their first meeting.
Sweet, hot, dramatic and touching; this is definitely a keeper for fans of
the series and it works perfectly as an enticing standalone for those new to
it.
Sample
"Giles? What are you doing? Where are you going? Giles?"
He threw the canvas, watched it sail across the gallery floor. Then he ran, hitting the door so hard it shattered, glass going everywhere.
He didn't even look back at his sister and manager, Marisa's screeching filling the air. "Giles!"
No. No more. Not right now.
None of the canvases looked right. None of the pieces hung right. The light was wrong. The mood was wrong. He couldn't do this anymore.
He turned the corner and running harder, sandaled feet slapping the pavement. If he ran hard enough, fast enough, he would silence the thoughts screaming in his head.
Giles turned another corner and careened right into what felt like a wall. Only it moved, turned, and six and a half feet of muscle stared down at him, hands grabbing his arms to steady him.
"Sorry. Sorry." Big. Whoa.
"Are you all right?" Mr. Big had a great voice. It kind of lodged right in his balls.
"Yeah." He shook his head. "You?"
"I'm fine. It takes more than a slender man like you to knock the wind out of me." One big hand cupped his head, fingers stroking on his scalp.
He blinked up, the touch surprising, stunning, completely inappropriate. "I. I. Thank you? I mean, I'm sorry. I mean..." He was very confused.
Mr. Big jerked his head toward the right. "There's a pub there. Why don't you come in with me? Have a seat for a few minutes."
"With you? But..." He shook his head to clear it. "Didn't your mother tell you not to talk to strangers?"
A low chuckled filled his senses. "After sitting together for a while, we won't be strangers anymore. I'm just worried. You seem... confused."
"No. No, just--" He heard his name, his sister's voice. "A beer would be good."