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

“Oh,” Justin said again: startled but pleased. “If you—yes, I mean yes, that would be—thanks. You might have to wait a few minutes if we’re running late.”


“Not a problem, babe.” He put on the rock-star flippant accent for effect; earned another laugh. “You did say you wanted Kris Starr to apologize. I am.”


“You already did.” Justin’s tone got more affectionate. “I’d take the apology from Christopher Thompson, too, you know. And of course we’re friends. You don’t have to say please.”


I love you, Kris thought, sitting on his sofa with lines on his face from the cushion, with that generous forgiving heart on the other end of the line: he knew it to be true. I love you, I’m in love with you, I have to say it—


Instead he quoted, as a reply, “If that’s what it takes, baby…I’m saying please, I’m saying we, everything that you want to hear…if that’s what it takes, baby, I’ll be here…”


Chapter 7