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

Olga returned to her items, then reached inside her cape and produced a matchbook. After lighting the fat stick of sage, she meandered around the gallery, mumbling under her breath and “smudging” the area, especially Skylar and myself and the entire side of the room dominated by the paintings of our ménage with Arturo. Like yesterday, the smoke made my eyes water, but I didn’t bother to cover my nose, growing accustomed to the scent.


Eventually, Olga plopped down on the floor beside her other tools. One by one, she lit the candles, six in all. She stuffed them into the ornate holders, then got up and placed them several yards apart from each other to form a wide circle—or rather, to represent the points of a pentagram, I suddenly realized. After settling the crystal ball into the center of the area, she sat down again and gestured for Skylar and I to join her. We obliged, although my ripe erection made it rather difficult to find a comfortable position in tight blue jeans.


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