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 must’ve seen or felt that too, because he set an empty beer-bottle down and came back and put a hand on her shoulder. “I didn’t mean that. Not the way it sounded.”


“I know that,” Mara said, and got up and brushed past him, touching dishes, summoning white-hot cleansing flame from thin air. “You’re half human. You can’t help having emotions. No proper demon would care.”


Kris’s phone buzzed a second time. Irritated, he did not check it. Likely Reggie, anyway, asking againabout Midwinter visits. Not urgent.


“Good thing my favorite aunt’s an improper demon.” Justin sent a spoon flying into a drawer by magic, over his shoulder. “I was only being prickly. You insulted Kris. And me. And you also came here to help. You’re family too. I’m sorry.”


Chapter 69