Kris Starr used to be famous. Rock and roll. Sold-out shows. Literal magic. Empathic talents and screaming fans. But he has a problem or two. He's having a hard time writing new music. It’s Midwinter, which means he’s surrounded by depressing holiday cheer. And he's in love with Justin, his manager, who has a talent for rescuing almost- or once-famous bands ... and who’s hiding secrets of his own. Justin Moore, on the other hand, is very good at keeping those secrets -- he's had to be for years. One secret involves a demonic inheritance that would make him a target of suspicion. Another involves his past. And the third involves Justin’s feelings for Kris Starr, rock and roll icon and now his client ... and a powerful empath of his own.

A Demon for Midwinter

“Splendid and smarter than I am, as usual. You coming by after Midwinter? We’ve got five out of seven collective offspring plus eleven million grandbabies running around, but we can make room. Bring your impossible kid, I’m curious.”


“He’s not my—that sounds even worse. You’ve made it worse. He’s my manager. He was sort of my friend.”


“And I think I might maybe possibly be in love with him, yes.”


“Then you need to apologize. I know you can. I believe in you. Call the kid. Tell me what happens. I need the details.”


“Go make grapes into juice with your bare feet or whatever it is you do. Leave Justin alone. I can’t call him.”


“Philistine. See if I ever send you foot juice again. Also, his name’s Justin? And why not?”


“He’s working and I’m already drunk enough to call you.”


“Fair point. Call him in the morning.”


Chapter 6