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

“Are you sick? Matthew, please say something—”


“Then what the hell is the matter? You’re as white as a ghost.”


I laughed—although “cackled” might have been closer to reality. Either way, I’m certain it sounded as demented to Sky’s ears as it did to mine. “Ghost! Ha! Funny you should say that word, because I think I’ve just met one.”


“No, let me clarify…I think I actually met one lastweek, but saw him again only a moment ago.” More laughter spilled from my mouth, and the louder it got, the more Skylar’s eyes rounded in alarm. “Too bad I don’t play the banjo or know all the lyrics to ‘Yankee Doodle,’ because I feel like singing right now. Singing so loud that the men in white will come and give me something to calm down. My uncle’s not so bad off, considering. He gets three square meals a day along with a daily dose of Thorazine. It’s a peaceful existence, really, despite the restraints on the cozy bed. I suppose I could be able to live like that.”


Chapter 42