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 touched his cheek, too. Their fingers met, brushed, skimmed away. “We should…should I try to clean your couch? Or…oh, no, I ruined your shirt, your apartment…”


“It’s an old shirt. Want to get up?”


Not his bedroom; he took them a step that way but had frantic second thoughts. Too intimate, too presumptive. The guest bedroom. Barely used. Impersonal. Better, right?


Not better. He sat down on the bed, discovered a slab of impenetrable wood, scooped Justin back up. “No. Come on.”


His bedroom after all, then. A tangle of jeans spilled denim at them in astonishment from the floor by the hamper, a sprawl of jewelry laid siege to the dresser-top, and two untouched writing-notebooks shedastounded dust from his bedside table, but the space felt like a safer haven. Like concerned barricadesclosing around them, shield-walls guarding bodies inside.


Chapter 26