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

He eyeballed that one for a second. It eyed him right back and kept mum about any influence on Justin’s parentage.


“Dad,” Justin shouted in the direction of the hallway, “surprise!” He’d kicked off boots again; Kris noticed other shoes in the entryway, and did the same. Justin said, “You don’t have to, you’re aguest,” and Kris shrugged.


He didn’t mind. He wanted to make this easier. He wanted Justin’s family to like him.


He wanted that for at least two reasons. The one that had to do with being a guest and being considerate,and the sneaky guilty other one that had to do with his heart.


At this point, interrupting his guilt, the personification of academia emerged from a downstairs study and stopped to blink at his son. “When did you get here?—not that I’m not thrilled you are, of course, come here—” Hugging happened; Justin said to his father, entertained, “Kelly didn’t tell you we were coming?”


Chapter 41