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 made a face. It was an adorable face, aimed at himself, scrunched-up demon-nose and all. The hair fluttered, abashed. “No, sorry, I wasn’t being clear—”


They stopped. Regarded each other over tea and a fluffy duvet and a guitar, simple and new and bright. The night before’d broken the world open, broken both of them into vulnerable bits, bruises and blood and secrets and love. Today a few pieces found their ways home, drawn by gazes meeting, by French toast and song lyrics.


Chapter 38