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

They’d tumbled from the general to the specific; he knew who Justin had meant with that he. And Kris personally had no qualms about hating David Ross. Not when Justin hurt this much.


He held out the swirly sphere of flame. “Aren’t your hands cold? Here, share it with me…” Their fingers brushed; he laced his through Justin’s, keeping bare skin near heat. “I believe in love.” He’d not entirely intended to say so aloud; he meant it, but fumbled over what to say after. “I don’t know if that helps, and it probably sounds like a laugh coming from me, but I do. I might not be great at it, never was, but I’ve seen it, and I’ve felt it, and you deserve all of it. And,” he added—too close to revelation, and Justin had talked about being confused, being in pain, and did not need that final burden—“emotions’re complicated. Not straightforward. However you feel about him. And I’m an old empath, y’know, I should know.”


Chapter 51