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

He only nodded. After I poured the whiskey, I handed him his glass and held mine out before me. “Here’s to solving this damned mystery.”


He clinked his glass against mine, then downed the liquor with the same haste and enthusiasm as I did. He swiped his free hand across his lips, then set his glass on the coffee table. Apart from the ticking of the mantel clock and the steady tap of light rain against the windows, another protracted silence filled the bedroom. Questions bombarded my brain, the same ones that I’m certain pestered my lover and etched a frown on his face.


Finally, Sky stood up. “You know, Matthew, in a way, he is my lover. Not in the physical sense, like you, but in the fantasy sense.”


“The same as he’s now my lover also, in the same manner that we were lovers prior to last Saturday. Lovers on canvas. Hell, we’ve been making love that way for seven years.”


Chapter 46