Cameron has built a good life for himself despite his rough start. He can’t trust enough for romance, but he’s okay with that. He’s got good money coming in as a graphic designer and just inherited a duplex in Plymouth from his estranged grandfather, so he doesn’t have to worry about keeping a roof over his head. He likes his tenants, he has friends, and he’s content with that.<br><br>When two guys claiming to be paranormal investigators show up on his doorstep tell him the tenants contacted them about “phenomena” in the house, he knows they’re con men right away. For one thing, they claim he was the tenant. He sends them packing. It doesn’t matter that one of the con artists is the hottest guy Cameron has seen in years -- if anything, that just makes Cameron more suspicious.<br><br>Then things go wrong in the house, things he can’t shrug off or ignore. The past Cameron has worked so hard to leave behind is coming for him, and it’s angry.

Rites of Spring

Reid scratched his head. “But shouldn’t you own it jointly with your brother David?”


Cameron sighed and stood up. “David and I both went into state care, but we were too old for anyone to want to adopt us. David was already getting into some trouble before—well. Before.” He swallowed. “I had about as good an experience as you can have in institutional care. David didn’t. He’s got a roof over his head and three square meals at Shirley, though. Triple murder. He’s not getting out.”


“I see.” Reid looked away. “I’m sorry, for what it’s worth.”


“Me too.” Cameron tried to compose himself. He kept thinking that if he’d been able to stay with David, if the state hadn’t separated them, maybe things would have turned out better for his brother. Then again, maybe not. David had been on a less than stellar path long before he’d gone into state custody. “Anyway. Catherine wasn’t thrilled about me inheriting.”


Chapter 22