title: Dangler's Canvas
author: Elias Fadd
description: A Metro Detroiter, Elias Fadd, is a successful graphic designer and trained artist. Her current foray into writing is culminated by her first novel, Danglers Canvas. Along with her passion for art and writing, Elias is a dedicated wife and mother of two sons. This project is more than a decade in the making! Center to the story of Danglers Canvas, hockey has been an important part of Elias life since childhood. At thirteen, she began playing competitively and continued her career into her early twenties. Striving to compete with the boys, Elias excelled and became entrenched in the hockey culture and community. At 29 years old, Elias life was shaken by a Multiple Sclerosis Diagnosis. This life changing event lit a fire that has driven her to complete her first full novel as well as beginning new and exciting writing and painting projects. Elias has taken an aggressive stance in combating her disease by taking it head on and living life to the fullest (Elias is pictured above after competing in a MS Society sponsored run to raise money for a cure). Find Elias on Facebook!
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  “PLEASE don’t.” Drew was stuck, chest fetched hard against the window of the
  SUV, hands up in the air holding the surfboard Garrett was supposed to be
  tying down. If he let go, the ropes and board would come down on his head.
  
  Garrett was behind him, pressed against his back, his gloating snicker saying
  he knew full well Drew couldn’t move.
  
  “Please don’t what?” Garrett asked, his voice a purring whisper in Drew’s ear.
  He slid warm, callused hands into Drew’s swimsuit, palms flat against his ass
  cheeks. Garrett’s fingers curled, gripped, and parted, stretching the short
  shorts tight against Drew’s groin and digging the hem into his hips.
  
  “Don’t take them off,” Drew whispered, face pressed to his own bicep as though
  he could hide the shame there.
  
  Garrett pushed. Shorts and hands slid down Drew’s legs. The added friction on
  Drew’s cock was enough and it began to fill. He groaned.
  
  “Please don’t, _Sir.”_ A sharp slap o