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 evidently didn’t have a range limit. But then: demon. Right.


Justin stumbled over nothing. Caught Kris’s shoulder for support. White-faced under the wavering heat-flare that surrounded him, disturbing penthouse atmosphere. I might pass out, he’d said; Kris grabbed him and eased him down onto the sofa. His abandoned scotch-and-coffee cup from that morning wobbled at them when he bumped the table. “Justin? Justin! Say something!”


“I’m fine…” But trembling. Shock. Reaction. Kris snatched a blanket, some designer gift he’d resolutely ignored, off a chair. “Thanks.”


“That’s not…that’s just being scared.” Justin huddled under the blanket. He looked younger, despite the scent of bonfires and caramelized sugar, despite the inhuman scarlet glint in those eyes. He looked desperately unhappy, and beautiful, and like someone trying with all his strength not to fallapart. “I don’t know if they got a good look at me. I don’t think so. It was too fast.”


Chapter 14