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 a place, a piece of land or a building that has been the site of a great tragedy, can wind up getting scarred. It’s almost like the land curses itself, if that makes any sense. I need to look into anything that might have happened right here, on the farm that this land used to be part of.” He patted the desk and got up. “Thanks, Cameron. That was actually really helpful.”


Reid left the room, and Cameron was left to his own thoughts as he considered the past twenty-four hours. He didn’t think that he liked what he’d seen. He’d just reacted to everything, hadn’t taken an active role in any of the action playing out around him. He’d spent most of his life like that. If he could take charge in his professional life, why couldn’t he do it in the rest of his life?


Okay, there was a bit of a difference between jobs that were a little outside his comfort zone and a bunch of ghosts that wanted him dead, but the principle held. He was sure of it.


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