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

“…all those words that I can never say…but, boy, it’s gonna be okay, and he’s never gonna look my way.”


“And you know it’s gonna be okay…”


“Even though he’ll never look my way.”


They finished together, them and the last plaintive call of the guitar; Kris let the note throb and fade. The afternoon hung suspended in melody.


Justin applauded, and then said, “And I don’t have any tissues—!” and conjured up a travel-sized pack, no doubt in exchange for a randomly appearing gift of money in some nearby shop. “You’re too good.”


Chapter 40