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

“That’s what Google’s for,” grumbled the other twin, poking his sibling.


Kris, juggling bags, found himself inexplicably on the verge of laughter. He escaped upstairs before anyone could ask follow-up questions about toad-in-the-hole, and discovered that he was grinning. It felt good.


Justin came in behind him, grinning too, a slim shape of black jacket and flame. “Sorry about that. They’re unholy demonspawn. Professional opinion.”


“I’m afraid you’re going to get questions about spotted dick. I never—” I never knew you were so good with kids, he’d nearly said; but the image of Justin plus children flowed through his brain and left channels of yearning: a domesticity he’d never imagined. “I never had that,” he finished.


Which earned a faultlessly innocent expression, complete with batted eyelashes. “You never had a spotted dick?”


Kris narrowed eyes at him. “We’re finding an expatriate English bakery and getting you a good jam roly-poly, then.”


Chapter 43