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

“Geez, what’s gotten into you, Cameron?” Jason bowed his head to look at Cameron. “Of course I was worried about you! What did you think was going on? Why do you think I was so pissed about you coming outside when you knew there were hellhounds around? Geez! Best night of my life, a guy who might even want to see me more than once and he just goes ‘La la la, I think I’ll go traipse among the hellhounds!’“


Cameron snorted. “Yeah, that’s how it went. I was scared for you.”


Jason frowned. “That’s not how it’s supposed to work.”


Cameron looked up at him. “Of course it is. I may be crap at relationships—any kind of relationship—but I’m pretty sure that they’re supposed to be two-way streets. You get to worry for me; I get to worry for you. If I’m in trouble you get to help me, and if you’re in trouble I get to help you.”


“Okay, but I’m a werewolf.” Jason stuck his chin out. “I’m not supposed to need to be rescued.”


Chapter 72