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

“He says that it’s too long of a story to be relayed through the mouth of a”—she squinted in annoyance—“a prickling and vexatious chatterbox! Yes, rude, petulant, and ungentlemanly. I suppose they had no manners in the seventeenth century after all! So much for the historians who assumed otherwise. How absolutely—”


“Olga, please, ignore his remarks,” I urged. “He has, after all, been trapped for centuries and probably has a lot to tell. Consider how anxious he is to speak after all this time.”


“You’re right, Matthew. How silly of me to take offense while I’m prattling on. Goddess forgive me.”


I looked toward Arturo, noting the way his generous lips curled upward beneath his mustache. Obviously my words on his behalf pleased him. “But I don’t understand. You were able to speak quite clearly to me a week ago. Why can’t you speak for yourself now? Why can’t you appear to me in person? And what can we do to get you here?”


Chapter 80