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

“These canvases Arturo has ‘psychically commissioned’ you to paint for him. His communications with you. Lead me to them.”


“Do you really need to see the paintings?” I asked, already mortified at the prospect.


Olga smirked and batted her eyelashes almost flirtatiously. “Are they naughty pictures of you, Matthew? Extremely naughty?” Heat blazed in my cheeks and plainly answered her question, which made her giggle. “Oh, yes, these paintings I mustsee this instant!”


“You have no qualms about viewing the naked body, I assume?” asked Sky. “To view the act of physical love, whatever the sex?”


“Not a qualm in the least. I’m a child of the sixties, you must understand, raised in a peaceful commune amongst individuals who spent the majority of their time in the nude and making love. ‘Make love, not war,’ was the ultimate slogan in those days, and those ‘flower children’ lived it.” She lifted her chin in pride. “My parents took me with them to Woodstock, you know?”


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