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

“Fine,” Justin conceded, “but still…it’s not as if I have experience on that scale…I mean, if youwanted to launch a book series, you’d need big names, with credentials…Peter Queen over at Stone has been collecting interviews with the guys from Phantom Fighter for the last twenty years, I wonder if he’d—I don’t know anything about publishing timelines!”


“You know about deadlines, and contributors, and about working with artists,” Willie said. “You have contacts in the industry. You’re trustworthy.”


“And you’re sending a message.” Justin fiddled with his wine glass but didn’t retreat. “With me.”


“Yes,” Willie said. “About the kind of company we hope to be. About our image. Inclusion. Faith in people.”


Chapter 87