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

“Oh, ages ago. After he first started working with you.” Bill waved the hand not holding the book. “We were a bit concerned, what with the stories, but then again my son is good at his job. With people. Talking to them. He said…what was it he said, exactly…”


Kris, who urgently needed to know precise wording and intonation, held his breath.


“I don’t recall the specific words—” Kris tried not to visibly sag in place. “—but he said you cared about other people more than you thought you did. And were more easily bruised than you thought you were. A good heart. Something like that. Sorry. My point is, thank you for being here. For him.”


“Of course,” Kris said. “Of course I am. Anything he needs. I’ve told him that already. I mean it.”


Their eyes met through echoed household banter: understanding each other.


Chapter 45