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

“Tomorrow night,” Justin echoed, in a voice too shell-shocked to wobble. “Kris?”


“Excellent. We’ll discuss our other offer then. As far as interviews, are you available today? This afternoon?”


Justin threw a desperate look at Kris, caught in the hurricane. “I’m not busy…so yes, I guess…not as if I have a job…”


“Yes, and we’ll discuss that too. Is it true that you can’t be captured on video? I’d love to see youlive, but of course if that’s not an option we’ll work around it.”


“I can if I’m being more human,” Justin said. “Wearing the disguise. But if the point is not wearingthe disguise…”


“Yes. I see. Give us an hour or so to make arrangements, and I’ll call you back at four o’clock, your time? Is this a good number?”


“It’s Kris’s phone,” Justin said. “But…sure. It can be.” Kris did not object. He was fairly certain he knew why. Justin agreed to the interview and the time, and said goodbye; Reggie got back on the line and said, “Kris?”


Chapter 77