J.V. Speyer

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

So why had Jason kissed him? Why had he stepped up and set Cameron’s blood on fire? Did people generally go around planting one on people they weren’t attracted to? It didn’t make sense. Why would a person do something that expressed passion they didn’t feel?


It had to be the whole lycanthropy thing. Cameron didn’t know much about that kind of thing, but he was pretty sure that Jason had at least partially shifted while he was out there in the woods chasing after Gary. He’d at least used his lupine abilities. Maybe that affected libido, unleashing the animal side of his nature. Cameron had no way of knowing about any of that stuff, and he had no one he could ask.


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