Book 4 of the Alphabet Series "Art is not sexy." Winter stated looking deeply in to the brown irises of Miles painted eyes. She could hear his deep voice calling upon her. "Art is not sexy. Its pure sex. One brush stroke could bring you to orgasm." Miles voices echoed in her tiny bedroom. "No Art is not-" "Let me finish. Only my brush strokes can bring you to an orgasm." With that her body quivered. There was more to this painting then Winter had first thought. Miles spoke again; she could hear him smirking. "A writer should write with her eyes, and a painter paint with his ears." Winter knew then her orgasm would be his new master piece.