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

“That too.” Still breathless, naked, lovely. “I’ve always had to be human in bed before.”


Kris stared at him some more. Deliberately did not imagine anything. No images. Not even an attempt.


“Oh Midwinter gods,” Justin said, “not like that, I don’t even know what—no! Oh no. Sorry. I, um, Imeant I can…I can sort of, um, multiple times. If I let it reset. Um. If you wanted to let me, once, now—I mean I’ve never done this with anyone who knew what I was so even four was pushing it but—”


“Are you saying,” Kris said, having had a moment to recover and process, “that you can come more thanfour times?”


“I think my record—just me and some toys, over a couple of hours one night—was seven?”


“You are,” Kris told him, “fucking incredible,” and kissed him, kissed him everywhere: arm, shoulder, small delectable nipples, stomach, a hip. “You taste incredible too. Did you say if I wantedto let you?”


Chapter 89