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

Gary kicked Cameron three times in the ribs. He was wearing steel-toed boots, and Cameron knew that there would be lasting damage from this, but he bit down on his lip. Gary had always liked to hear him scream. Gary and Mr. Richard and Andrew Freaking Clyde. “That’s for the shiner,” Gary said. Then he turned to Mr. Richard. “Knock him out good. Don’t need him waking up before the good part.”13


Cameron fought against consciousness. The gray place was nice. It wasn’t warm but it wasn’t cold either. It was dry and it was clean, and nothing hurt at all. Every time his brain started to function again, it registered sensations like pain and nausea and abject terror. He pushed away from those feelings like a swimmer pushing off the wall in a pool and set himself adrift in the gray place again.


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