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

Justin eyed the hot water and grass, then the gently steaming swirl of nutty chocolatey caffeine, and then dove for the mocha. “Thank you for this. Seriously. Like heaven.”


Like watching you drink coffee, Kris thought. Like watching you smile. “Want to get out of the office? I’ll get lunch. My turn.”


“Yes please.” Justin poked papers into a stack on his desk, considered his shut laptop in its bag, stretched, finished off half the mocha. “I’ve been inside all day. If I have to listen to one more person tell me that my bands should just be working harder on promotion, so we can take bigger cuts from their tour profits…”


“Sometimes I miss being a journalist.” They took the elevator down. Justin waved at the receptionist;she melted out of ice and waved back. The nameplate on her desk said Anna Lyle, Kris noticed.


Chapter 12