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

As if charged with a magnetic current, our lips came together. Mouths opened wide and tongues engaged in frantic exploration. Hands clawed and petted without mercy, while hardening erections struggled for freedom from the confines of snug prisons.


He tore his lips off of mine and panted, while his eyes mirrored my savage hunger. “It’s getting rather late, and it’s raining. Don’t you think we should talk about you spending the night?”


“I hadn’t really thought…oh, fuck, who the hell am I fooling? For the past week, I’ve thought of nothing elsebut spending the night in your arms. If the truth be told, I jogged here today, not because of the beautiful weather this afternoon, but because the weatherman predicted rain developing this evening.”


He laughed. “You scheming bastard. Although a clever scheme, for sure. But what if I said I would be more than happy to drive you home?”


Chapter 47