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

Satisfaction; and that was the title of an old classic rock song, not his, as well as a line in the catchy chorus. He caught himself wanting to sing.


He glanced at his guitars. Electric. Acoustic. The one he’d been playing with Justin at his side.


He played through the new verses of “Sugar and Spice,” and ended up smiling too. Silly, sexy, terrible puns, and a hell of a lot of fun. Yes.


His fingers drifted. Wandered. Imagined. A hell of a lot of fun, and a boy he loved…a boy he could never, never deserve, impossible kindness and heroic strength and a heart too young and good for Kris Starr…too good for someone who’d done everything he’d done, to everyone, with everyone…someone who’d never look his way, and shouldn’t, because that’d be tarnishing all that generous beauty…


He’d discovered a melody without noticing. He found a sequence, a bridge, a refrain.


He paused to grab Justin’s notepad, to flip to a new page, and scribble some words.


Chapter 39