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

Justin had been right: the lake was indeed more of a pond. Enough for swimming and a rowboat or two, tiedup and bobbing sleepily, and pretty in moonlight, made of layered ink and silver. Trees dipped long branches into water on one side; two other houses sat a stone’s throw away and shared the pool companionably. He could see cars in one curving driveway; some sort of early Midwinter party, maybe, with friends and festivities. But the night and the faint ripples over water and the warmth between his palms, in his heart, belonged to only them.


Chapter 50