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

“I, for one, have no desire to meet Mr. Smarty Pants in the flesh, thank you very much! Therefore, I’m leaving before I say something unladylike and things turn ugly.”


“Fear not, Matthew. He assures me you and Skylar can fully summon him without my aid.”


“But we don’t know witchcraft”—I pointed toward the crystal ball, still filled with a strange fog—“or how to use this dad-blasted thing.”


“No need for that. I’ve done the hard part, giving him enough power to appear in this form. Now you and Skylar must do the rest. But I’ll be no party to it! I’m returning to my shop.” Without gathering her belongings, she turned toward the exit. “Oh, and whatever happens between the three of you, stay within the candlelit pentagram. This area is where the magic is now concentrated”—she spun toward the spirit and haughtily lifted her chin—“thanks to me!”


Another round of jumbled speech shot from the spiraling fog.


Chapter 81