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

“No.” Miss King shook her head and looked away. “The evil was always here. I needed revenge, and I thought that I could harness what was already here to achieve it.” She sighed. “This land had been left alone, uninhabited, since my ancestors came here. The land was owned, but no one ever built on it. They farmed on it, but they didn’t even let their livestock graze on it.” She turned her void-eyes to him, and a chill stabbed through him. “I don’t suppose your family offered any clues?”


“I don’t even know if my father was from the local tribe.” Cameron crossed his arms over his chest. “Or if they paid attention to what white people did with the land. Look.” He tried not to get snappish; the woman had been raised close to two hundred years ago and probably thought that all Native people had one set of myths and legends. He couldn’t logically expect modern standards of behavior to apply to people from nearly two centuries ago, even if he wanted to scream and shout.


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