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

“The matter? My darling boy, for years I have been dying for just such an invitation to that spooky old building. It’s the oldest in Huntsville, you know? Filled with echoes from the past, I have no doubt. It will be my honor to scope out the place. I’m getting tingles just imagining it. And to aid you on top of it, well, that’s my pleasure. Give me five minutes.”


I glanced down at my nude body, then Skylar’s, and heat expanded from my cheeks and into my ears. Just the thought of having her view me like this…“No, wait!”


“Excuse me? Do you want answers or not?”


“Definitely. It’s just that I…I…”


She giggled, that tinkling girlish laughter I recalled so well from the previous day. “Oh, I see. You need a few minutes to make yourself—how do I phrase it?—presentable, is that it?”


Chapter 72