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’d stopped halfway down the path. Paving-stones lay cool as starshine underfoot; the air tasted ofjasmine and wine and quick wondering inhales, breaths on the edge.


Justin finished, deliberate and fearless, “I didn’t have a boyfriend. Yesterday.”


“Yesterday.” Kris held out hands. Open. “Tonight?”


Justin put both hands into his. No hesitation. Open eyes, too: as sure of his place here and now as he’donce been, as hopeful as he’d ever been, Kris could see it. “Tonight I work for Willie Randolph. Who isn’t scared of me. Who I’m pretty sure is also about to have a very fun night. And I’m coming home with you.”


“Yes,” Kris said, or begged, or hoped with all his might too.


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