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 snorted. “She told a lot of stories,” he said after a second. “She told stories about all kinds of monsters and things that were supposedly all around and waiting to gobble up little kids that didn’t obey their mothers and submit to punishment. I think I figured out when I was maybe nine that it was just an excuse, that she was making it all up to keep us in line.”


Reid nodded slowly over his coffee. “So it’s possible that she was into something shady. Or it’s possible that she was just making things up.”


Cameron looked at Jason and tried to remember some of Catherine’s stranger threats. “You’re a werewolf. Are you all that interested in flossing your teeth with the guts of children who move when they’re told not to?”


Jason jumped, face contorted in horror. “No, I like the cinnamon scented dental floss just fine.”


“Then I think it’s safe to say that she was just making things up.” Cameron sipped his coffee.


Chapter 25