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

Justin gasped. Said his name, voice breaking.


More. Over and over. Until Justin was crying his name, clenching around his hand, hips moving to push back against him, writhing in silky black sheets—


Justin did come again somewhere in the middle, shuddering and sobbing, cock spilling more whiteness across himself, unable to hold back. He was crying more after; Kris pulled back and used the other hand to brush away tears. “What’s wrong, love?”


“I…I don’t know, I…” Justin gulped, turned his face into Kris’s hand, didn’t move his arms. Thatobedience nearly shattered Kris in two: a sword-blow of trust, and he had no counter, no defenses against the emotion that followed. “I feel so good, and I want you, and you’re making me feel so…and I didn’t ask, this time, I wanted to but…I couldn’t stop it…”


“Oh, love.” He cupped Justin’s cheek. “It’s a yes. If you’re feeling that much, if you need to. I want to make you feel good.”


“But I—you—I’m sorry, I’m yours and I—”


Chapter 90