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

“It’s not as if your original version isn’t,” Justin said. “Come over and get it, that sugar in your tea…I mean, if we’re talking barely disguised metaphors. If you want the less kinky version I was thinking about gingerbread and building a house together. Innocent and precious.”


“Um,” said Kris’s voice, without input from the rest of him, which remained focused on Justin and sticky and sweet dreams.


“Of course there are other things you can do with ginger,” Justin went on. “But more seriously, if you want something you can sing in public, well—we can build a house, baby, out of sugar and spice…”


“No,” Kris managed, “I like it, we should write some of that down, here, I’ll play for you if you want to write—” Mercifully, he could use the guitar as a shield. Now was completely not the time for that interest, the time might in fact be never, and he knew that, he knew.


Chapter 37