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

“Everybody left for the university thing?”


“Yeah. They, ah, they wanted to—the twins said you were okay, um, okay enough, and—but they all thought about staying.”


“No.” Forceful; it surprised him. “Would’ve done that anyway. I’m not leaving you when you’re hurt.” He thought about this, added, “I’ll go downstairs if you want space. But. I want to help.”


“You told me.” One corner of that expressive mouth quirked up. “You showed me. I felt that.”


“‘S what it was for.” For you, for you, everything is, it always has been.


Even before he’d known as much himself. It had been.


Justin inched more toward him, body shifting, leaning in. Their shoulders touched. “You want to know something?”


Kris, prepared to offer more comfort, found himself caught wordless.


Chapter 64