ISBN: TBD (Electronic)
ISBN: TBD (Paperback)
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / The Arts / Paranormal / Ghosts / Hauntings / Romantic Comedy / Voyeurism / Ménage (M/M/M) / Group Sex
Length: Extended Novel (90k words / 244 paperback pages)
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 who has 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?
Read The Reviews…
“4.5 Stars!…Rated “O” for “Orgasmic”…A fascinating book…I thought that Matt was a sweet and naïve young man and I enjoyed Skylar very much, although I was surprised to find out that he was not much older than Matt. The secondary characters were great–I would love to read another book with Magenta/Olga in it! Matt and Sky have amazingly erotic sex. I was enthralled and definitely needed a toy or two. Even the descriptions of Skylar’s paintings were erotic. The language in this book was exceedingly graphic. There was an amazing ghost story and Ms. Eastwick used that ghost in order to tell her story. I loved the twists and turns in Art For Art’s Sake and thought that it ended beautifully. I am eager to read another book by Ms. Eastwick.”–Marcy Arbitman, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
“A romance with an interesting twist…I love a good romance with a bit of mystery and a paranormal twist. I wasn’t left disappointed. I enjoyed reading how the characters put the pieces of the puzzle together to come up with the ultimate, and very hot, conclusion…Definitely a recommended read.”–S. A. McDermott, Rainbow Reviews
“…One of those books that I just couldn’t wait to get back to when I had to stop reading. I really didn’t want to put it down to go to sleep the first night I read it. Matt and Skylar can’t get enough of each other and that feeling of urgency weaves itself throughout the story…Arturo was wonderfully old world and Olga was outrageously ditzy at times. The story made me laugh and I loved it. I highly recommend Art For Art’s Sake to all fans of M/M stories.”–Willow, Joyfully Reviewed
“4 Angels!…A story that will leave you turning the page, wanting to know what happens next. The main plot line with the ghost is unique. Definitely new for me!…Ms. Eastwick quickly brought the romance and the main plot together brilliantly at the end. Matt and Skylar were interesting characters that were uniquely individual…I definitely enjoyed Art for Art’s Sake and look forward to more from Ms. Eastwick in the future.”–April, Fallen Angels Reviews
Read An Excerpt…
…Wielding the camera and sitting atop me, he clicked away at my belly and chest, leaning forward to take extreme close-up shots of my nipples. He instructed me to stretch out my arms, then proceeded to take photographs of my hairy pits, obviously leaving no area of my body to chance when deciding what portrait to paint.
And then, he focused his attention on my groin. Looking straight down from his perch on my thighs, he snapped away for what seemed an eternity. Occasionally he would use one of his hands to slide my cock to the right or the left and take several photos, until my ten-incher moved—or rather, throbbed—back to its original position and pointed once again at my belly button. He asked for several “stroke shots,” but for the most part he wanted no hands in this series of stills.
Finally, he lay the camera on the carpet by his side, then sat up straight. His chest muscles expanded and contracted as he pulled several deep breaths. “You know, Matthew, all the photographs I’ve taken so far have been in color. I wanted to capture your beautifully tanned flesh, making certain I have the correct hues for the portrait. I had planned to also do a series of black and white shots, using them to make charcoal sketches of your magnificent physique, but…”
“But what? Anything wrong?”
“No, nothing’s wrong. In fact, everything is just too right. Too damned right, and I can’t take it any longer.”
Without further discussion, he crossed his arms at the waist, grabbed the hem of his T-shirt, and yanked it up and over his head. My gaze encountered the sort of male torso of which I had always fantasized—muscular, with ridges along the abdomen, and a sea of dark, swirling hair that covered the chest and led downward to surround the navel. Manly as all fucking hell! Yes, indeed, give me an Alec Baldwin or a Pierce Brosnan type of chest any old day, and keep all the Brad Pitt and Justin Timberlake shaved, baby-smooth torsos for the drooling females who preferred their men to look more like women.
Confronted by such divine masculinity, I could barely breathe. Not even thinking, I lifted my hands and ran them over that bared flesh, delighting in the velvety skin, the rock-hard sinew beneath the surface, and the crisp hair. I started to rise, aiming to take one of his large pink nipples into my mouth.
But Novak stopped me. “Not yet. Let me pleasure you, my handsome model. Let me pleasure you until you scream your joy.”
He struggled with the button and zipper of his blue jeans. In seconds, his cock sprang outward, pointing toward the skylight. He wore no underwear, so now it made sense how his jeans had gotten so damp so damned fast. From a thick forest of black pubic hair, his shaft stretched a good eight, perhaps eight and a half inches, and to my satisfaction, he also had a foreskin, its shade a bit darker than the crimson crown of his penis. A network of purple veins ran along his entire length, and a stream of fluid oozed from his slit and down to nearly the base of his rod.
He took my erection in hand, then used his thumb to hook onto his own shaft. I groaned in rapture when he squeezed our cocks together. He stroked them in tandem, and they quickly became slick with our combined juice.
“How does that feel, Matthew?” he asked, his voice a raspy whisper.
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t have done so even if I’d tried. Indeed, I could do nothing but grab handfuls of the soft carpet and force myself to concentrate on other things—the English exam from last week, my friend’s upcoming birthday party, the sunlight spearing through the open windows—anything to keep from shooting my jizz right then and there. But fuck, the task proved more difficult than anything I had faced during my lifetime. One of the sexiest men I had ever met, with a body to die for, had started me on a journey of sexual enlightenment and I didn’t know how much longer I could hold out.
“That good, hmm?” he asked after several moments, a lecherous chuckle rumbling from his throat. “Perhaps you’ll also like this…”
He released his cock, but continued to stroke mine. Then he lowered his head and ran his tongue all along my shaft.
I squirmed and bucked beneath him, a blissfully tormented and willing prisoner of his sexual tutelage. Each lick from his expert tongue, each stroke from his masterful hands, sent me farther into the stratosphere. And I couldn’t help it! Not when my fantasy had come to fruition…