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

“Thanks.” Jason took the bundle without any rude comments or snide looks. Cameron counted it as a small miracle. “We both appreciate the help. Reid’s a tough guy, but he’s hurting.”


“You’ve been working together a long time?” Cameron stepped back and let Jason set up the couch however he wanted it.


“Yeah. Something like ten years, maybe.” Jason turned around and gave a little smile. “He found me, not long after I first left my pack. Helped to give me something to do with myself, you know? Werewolves don’t do well by themselves. I’d probably have gotten into all sorts of trouble if he hadn’t.”


“Packs are a thing?” Cameron scratched his head. “I figured that would just be some story.”


Chapter 23