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

“Sometimes. Most of the time.” Cameron chuckled. “It was harder, when I was living up in Boston and had a bunch of roommates. Down here, I don’t get interrupted much. The down side is that I don’t get the social aspect of working in an office. Sometimes I feel like I’m missing out.”


“Really?” Jason paused near an easel, the one where he’d started the painting of Ashley. “Who’d have thought?”


Cameron rolled his eyes and sat back down in his chair. “Believe it or not, I’m not a hermit. But it is harder to meet new people when you don’t have that work colleague connection.” He shrugged. “It’s a good tradeoff, don’t get me wrong.”


Jason laughed out loud. “Yeah, okay. ‘I’ll be Mr. Forever Alone, but at least I won’t have to wear khakis to work.’ Sure.”


Cameron grinned. “Have you had to wear khakis? They’re terrible. No one looks good in khakis. They’re a chastity device in and of themselves.”


Chapter 26