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 ended up in the kitchen, huddled around the long table. Wind blew rain-showers sideways, collidingwith tall glass and closed shutters. The twins were still wearing coats, and James came over to Kris andJustin before sitting down, anxious. “Did you see any of it?”


“Most,” Justin answered before Kris could. “Don’t be mad at him. I would’ve found out anyway; my office called. I don’t have a job.”


“Oh gods of field and stream,” James muttered, borrowing Justin’s dismayed old-fashioned oath from earlier. “Okay. Um, okay. We can—are you okay? As much as you can be.” He’d’ve seen some of those lurid stories, Kris realized. The kinky but true ones as well as the twisted falsehoods.


“I don’t think,” Justin attempted, weak attempt at older-brother comforting firmly in place, “thatokay is on the table yet. But we’ll see.”


Chapter 72