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’s face got hot. “Sorry, guys.” He toyed with the blanket and tried not to look at anyone.


“She’s right.” Jason rubbed his shoulder. “Your job is getting well, not policing your reactions for us.”


Reid leaned forward. “I apologize. Anyway, the release was only going to be a prelude to sending him back into Hell for a good long time. We’d summon him forth from the tree and into a circle, from which we’d exorcize him.”


“That sounds great,” Cameron said after a second. “What’s the catch?”


Jason gave a quiet laugh beside him. “I like this one, Reid. Can we keep him?”


Cameron’s heart leaped in his chest, even though he tried to pin it down. It didn’t mean anything, it couldn’t mean anything, and he was too tired and sick to make anything of it anyway. Still, Jason saying that he wanted to keep him, out loud, did things to Cameron that he didn’t have words to explain.


Chapter 71