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

Cameron needed to remember why Reid and Jason were here in the first place. They were here because of Cameron’s family drama, not for flirtation and not for anything beyond that. Cameron had accepted, when his last relationship had ended, that he probably wasn’t cut out for romance anyway. Sex, sure. Romance, no, and Cameron didn’t like the whole casual sex thing.


All of which was putting the cart before the horse again. Jason hadn’t expressed any interest, he wasn’t going to express any interest, and Cameron didn’t want him to. Cameron had a hot gay werewolf on his couch, which amounted to nothing more than an irritating houseguest. That was all.


The next morning he woke up early, just as he’d planned, and got ready to go for a run. When he arrived downstairs he remembered why that wasn’t a great idea. Jason lay on the couch, composed in sleep, face more relaxed than Cameron had ever seen it.


Chapter 24