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

Ali appeared with a black bag, and then he disappeared again. “He needs to watch his brother and sister,” Mrs. Shaladi told him. “And I don’t need him to see this.”


Cameron couldn’t argue with that. He helped strip Jason down and turned his face away at the sight of so much gore. Even Mrs. Shaladi—Dr. Shaladi, Cameron supposed—hissed and drew back. “He should not be alive,” she told him in a flat tone, turning her face to Cameron. “Why is he alive?”


“I don’t know.” He took a deep breath. He was no stranger to blood or to injury, but this was different somehow. This was Jason. Jason wasn’t supposed to get hurt.


“You do. He wasn’t fighting the unseen things with a weapon. He used his hands. He is…not like us?” She winced at her lack of vocabulary.


Cameron sighed. “It’s not my story to tell.”


“Something is happening here, Cameron.” She took out a needle and thread from her kit. “He is part of it?”


Chapter 52