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

“He didn’t say we couldn’t come up with something,” mused Andy. “We’re human.”


“That’s logical…” Justin’s father had come around the table, within reach if needed, and crouched down to make eye contact. “But I wish you didn’t have to think that way. I’m sure I’m supposed to be the rational one, as your father.”


“And I’m your son,” Justin said. “Sorry, Dad, I learned it from you. Kris, can I ask you to call Reggie? For me?”


“Said I would, didn’t I?” He ran a hand through Justin’s hair. It sent fire-loops up to hug his fingers. “What do you want me to say?”


“Right now, just…just find out what she wants. If there’s any sort of…schedule, or a plan, or…if she’s sure she wants to do this. I’ll say yes, I’m saying yes, I think—I think I have to, but…”


“You want me to find out details? I can do that right now.” He had fingers wrapped around his mobile. Had Justin tucked under an arm. The family watched him. Rain battered walls and eaves and ground, beyond the kitchen oasis.


Chapter 76