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

Cameron pulled back, confused. “I came and got you, of course. Mrs. Shaladi turns out to have been a doctor back in Libya. She sewed you up. I didn’t know how long it would take you to heal, or if you would heal on your own from something like—”


Jason waved a hand. “Yeah, yeah. Of course I’d heal eventually. Getting stitches helped. But youcame out and dragged me back?” He scowled and gestured at Cameron. “Like, by yourself? That’s one of the dumbest things you’ve ever done!”


“I’m stronger than I look.” Cameron stood up. “I killed two of the bastards, you know. With a crowbar. And without letting them touch you. And that’s before I figured out another way to get rid of them, at least temporarily. So I guess I am good for more than a roll in the hay.” God, Cameron had been so stupid, thinking that Jason saw him as anything more. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I’ll bring your bag upstairs; I’m sure you’ll feel more comfortable in something of your own.”


Chapter 53