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 whisked through city streets, carried off to dinner and a fairy godmother and an unfolding future.


The ancestral Randolph home stood up behind iron gates and regarded them as they arrived. It sat in the most exclusive part of the city, surrounded by old money and whispers of leather and bronze and aged wine and cut crystal. It loomed with some bafflement at rock-and-roll interlopers.


“It’s not unfriendly,” Justin decided. “More curious.”


“Earth elementals. I love the stained glass. Color everywhere.”


The mansion, hearing this praise, unbent itself. Got stonily pleased at the company. Justin had made a friend.


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