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

Another sigh spilled from her mouth, one I had grown accustomed to hearing. “Remember what I said about the vibrations?”


“Never.” She closed her eyes again and rubbed her thumbs over the tops of my hands. “I’m glad you have each other again.”


“You and he are old souls. In fact, your paths have already connected in a previous lifetime.”


“Reincarnation? I don’t know if I believe in all of that—”


Nonsense, I’d wanted to say, but didn’t. Before this past week, I hadn’t believed in a lot of other nonsensical things either. Like paintings of myself engaged in salacious acts created years earlier. Like sexy strangers who could disappear at will, then pop up in someone else’s imagination to be included on additional canvases. Like unnatural and lustful obsessions that consumed one’s life without warning. No, I could no longer deny that whatever existed between Skylar and myself seemed out of the ordinary, seemed predestined.


Chapter 61