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 knew better than to get attached. He knew better than to let his guard down. He knew better than to think that some guy saying pretty words to him, making love to him slow and tender instead of fucking him fast and hard, meant anything. Cameron had screwed up; he’d lost sight of reality in the middle of all of the supernatural crap floating around his life right now.


He should get out of bed and strip it, put down some clean sheets that didn’t smell like a werewolf. Like a hot, sexy werewolf. Like a hot, sexy werewolf that even now, even knowing what Jason really thought of him, Cameron wouldn’t think twice about risking himself to protect. He wouldn’t sleep with him again, no. He wouldn’t give Jason another opening, another chance to hurt him. But he would take on another three hellhounds, another ten hellhounds, even the demon itself to keep Jason safe.


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