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

Over miniature steaks and grilled artichokes—the champagne sauce was a minor miracle; Kris caught Justin’s eye, thinking of pizza—Charles tilted his wine-glass Justin’s direction. “We’ve actually met.”


Justin, halfway through a bite, froze, and then remembered to swallow, hastily, and then tried to hide the cough. Kris turned to look at him, very slowly. Sex demon. Stories. Many of them.


“You wrote that lovely profile piece on the Rosebud the year before it burned down, remember?”


“You were there the night Tiffany Glass set her guitar on fire and the orgy started backstage, you werewriting for Spike then, as I recall, and we weren’t sure about a journalist and the club, but five or six people vouched for you, Josie Q and her whole group, and you were so kind and it turned out to be such a generous article.”


Chapter 86