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

Huge eyes, outlined and made even bigger. A bashful smile. That height and that waist, highlighted by the cut of his suit, which drew attention to the shape of him, the lines and curves and elegance. The suit was purple—the twins must’ve meant this one, Kris’s brain remembered foggily—and should’ve looked dreadful with flame-hair and spice-gilded eyes, but it didn’t. It was a deep mysterious hue of purple, plums and amethysts in a love-tryst at midnight, lush and voluptuous and nearly black, and it brought out every bit of contrast with pale skin and smoky red and threw it all into artistic relief.


He’d done his fingernails to match. Kris very nearly whimpered aloud.


Justin blushed. “Decent? The twins like this one and I didn’t want to hide anything and I thought I should be as much me as I could but if you think it’s too much I could—”


Chapter 82