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

Kris coughed, waved away help, panted, “I’m fine.” He was, more or less. “You could let her bite David, though…”


“Ooh, I like him,” said the demon, and perched on the arm of the sofa, and lit a cigarette from nowhereat all. She was wearing trendy dark-wash jeans, and a red T-shirt that announced All The Devils Are Here. It matched the glints of red in her hair, along her forearms, in the air around her. “Introduce me, pet.”


And she was beautiful, so beautiful; she smiled at him, and ten years ago, fifteen years ago, he’d’ve wanted her without a second thought; he’d’ve followed her in dreams, and he could taste caramel and roses, wildness and dragon’s-blood resin; and he knew that if this gleaming flame-woman asked he’d beon his knees promising her his soul…


“You just tried to strangle him,” Justin snapped, “and now you want to sleep with him? No. Mine. Sorry.”


Chapter 67