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

“Oh, you don’t think Mojo Boy and his faithful little doggy would have come to help you before?” Gary pulled out a gun and pouted. “That breaks my heart. We were all betting that you had a cozy little threesome going on.”


“Shows how much you know.” Cameron didn’t stare at the gun. He wanted to stare at it, but he wouldn’t let himself. If he did, he’d freak out and that would be undignified. It would be letting Gary win. “You going to pull the trigger or you going to stand there and jaw at me?”


Gary raised an eyebrow and gestured with the gun. “You in a hurry to die or something?”


“Beats listening to you babble.” Part of Cameron fantasized about going for the gun and wrestling for it, but it could only be a fantasy. He was too beat up. He couldn’t move fast enough.


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