In the quaint, sleepy college town of Huntsville, history has an eerie way of repeating itself generation after generation ... When in-the-closet college student Matthew Rhodes arrives at the old building in the town's historical district, little does he realize his life is about to take a sudden and dramatic turn. He is certainly prepared to earn extra income by posing nude for erotica artist Skylar Novak, and definitely anxious to discover if the sexy and reclusive man has an interest in him other than one of an artistic nature. But things get complicated when Matthew meets a handsome stranger lurking outside the artist's door. A stranger who has a sudden and compelling effect on him before disappearing in the blink of an eye. Matthew and Skylar quickly discover they share both an uncontrollable and supernatural bond with each other, leading to a red-hot and steamy affair, but they also realize they are mysteriously linked to the stranger. Is he even a man at all, or could he be an entity from another plane of existence with lecherous designs of his own? And could his connection to Matthew and Skylar have historical significance, involving an elaborate and desperate plan that has miserably failed every generation for centuries? Before the situation can drive him insane, Matthew is determined to open his mind to new possibilities and learn the whole truth. But in doing so, will his burgeoning love and unquenchable sexual appetite for Skylar, the man of his dreams, suffer in the process? Or will his actions secure their love for eternity?

Art for Art's Sake

Shoulders slumping in defeat, he buried his head in his hands. “This is not going well, damn it. Why can’t I find the right words to explain? Why?” He drew a long breath as if to calm himself, then revealed his face once again. Crimson dotted his cheeks, and his lips had curled downward in despair. He sank onto his haunches beside the bed and peered up at me. Tears shimmered in his eyes. “Matthew,” he said, his voice barely a whisper. “You feel this connection between us. You’ve said as much.”


“Yes, but what does that have to do with your art and—”


“I know patience isn’t one of your greatest virtues. Although I’m failing miserably, I’m nevertheless doing my best to explain this to you. So please, hear me out, okay?”


Sighing, biting back the many questions forming on my tongue, I nodded.


Chapter 33