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

Kris said, “Better? And is that a good hangover cure, because believe me I’d’ve put up with a lot worse to get rid of those on a tour bus.”


Justin laughed. He did look better, sleep-rumpled, more awake, hugging one knee with thoughtless flexibility, boots kicked off. His socks were striped: green and black. “It’s great. Good for corporate lunches, too. Everyone thinks I never get the next-day hangover, and I do, but I can make it go away.”


“Please.” Kris held out hands. “Share your demon secrets.”


“I don’t know how it works!” Justin waved hands back at him, a theatrical sorcerer’s gesture. “Everything sort of resets. I can still get hurt, and if I don’t have a chance to switch aspects it’s just like being human, I’m totally mortal. It’s hell on tattoos and piercings, by the way. I found that out when I was nineteen. I had plans, absolutely spectacular art, we even got started, you should’ve seen it, I wanted a whole sleeve…”


Chapter 17