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

“Yes, of course I want to fuck you, but it’s of my own free will.”


“Exactly. Lord knows I’d love to jump your bones right now also, Matt, but a moment ago I felt as if I had no choice.”


“So not only are your artistic endeavors being controlled by this unknown presence, but our cocks are also?”


“That’s my guess, or our sex drives, anyway. And this ‘force’ is emanating from that room. Or at least it seems to be the strongest in there. Does that make any sense?”


“More than you know, although I would have never believed the theory before yesterday.”


“But I wonder, could it be the paintings also?”


“My vote would be on the room itself. Unlike yesterday, Sky, I didn’t even glance at the artwork this morning. All I could ‘see’ was you.”


“Well, what I’m wondering is, whether just the presence of the paintings is either causing the phenomena, or adding to whatever force is concentrating in that gallery itself.”


Chapter 53