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

I swallowed several times and drew deep, cleansing breaths until I found my voice. “Th-this can’t be,” I whispered, yet seeing evidence to the contrary wherever I directed my gaze. “It’s some kind…some kind of trick. It has to be.”


“No, Matthew, this is no trick. But I can certainly empathize with your initial reaction, because it’s the same one I had last weekend after seeing your nude body for the first time. Now you know why I didn’t show you my private art collection before attempting to explain. I tried my best to prepare you for this, hoping to lessen the impact, but I can see I’ve failed miserably. I’m so sorry…so sorry…”


I pointed to a painting only inches away from me, the one in which Novak, being pummeled by a thick cock, had his legs encircling his lover’s waist. There, just above the juncture of the man’s clenching buttocks, a mark in the shape of a five-pointed star marred the white flesh. “It’s…it’s…”


Chapter 35