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

“You would allow her to get away with murder?”


“She’snot getting away with anything. She knows nothing about what her ancestor did to you, or she would have said something, would have felt something through her vibrations.”


“She’s lying, perhaps? Or evading the truth.” More strokes on my throbbing dick followed, along with additional and silent persuasion. “Yes, you can aid me. We can prove her a liar and—”


“If anything, the woman has been open and honest almost to a fault. And there is not one duplicitous bone in her body. Besides, your historical bitch is the one who killed and cursed you, not Olga.” I stepped backward and yanked my erection out of his hand. “And quit touching me in an attempt to sway me. I thought you a better man—or ghost!—than that, not a male harlot who would use sex as a means of getting what he wants. So help me, Arturo, if you embark on a savage course of retaliation against Olga, I’ll have no part of it.”


Chapter 89