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

He could see that future. He could see it all. With sunshine woven through Justin’s bare toes.


Justin set down papers. Turned his way. “You do keep mentioning my corset.”


“I can do something about that for you,” Justin said, and waved a hand.


The corset did indeed still fit. It wrapped Justin up in black and blue and silver breathlessness, drawing in that slender waist and elongating those baby-egret legs; and he posed briefly, laughing and showing off matching lacy underthings, until Kris shoved him down onto the bed and proceeded to appreciate every inch of that sight. Thoroughly. With tongue.


Chapter 92