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 resisted the urge to bang his head on the counter. On his phone. It’d be a satisfying crunch. “I’m so sorry I woke you. Please go back to sleep. Rest.”


“I’m up now.” Justin looked at the phone. “Doctor Fielding? You were—you talked to Kris once before? I’m sorry we’re causing trouble, it’s like five in the morning there…”


“Twice before, as much as he’d let me. He’s dreadfully stubborn. Call me Melinda, please, and no need to apologize. It’s impressive that you’re up and about at all, you know, let alone worrying about Christopher, and it’s good for him in any case.”


Kris opened his mouth to protest, conceded that this was fair, and gave up.


Justin eyed the phone. Tugged duvet-folds in closer. “Kris is amazing. Which you know, because you know him, so you wanted to know what I’d say. He’s always—he’s never made me feel like less of a person. And that’s important. I wanted to come here.”


Chapter 32