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 just wished he knew what he’d done to end the world. He just wished he could hear why. A few more words. In Justin’s voice.


His fingers felt strange. Chilled and clumsy. When had his apartment become so dim? Had the grey of the day followed him in? Had it been minutes, or hours?


It cracked into bonfires and autumn leaves and the taste of cinnamon. Fire flicked through the space beside his sofa. Enchanted light drenched his face. And Justin’s voice was saying, rapid and tripping over syllables and undeniably present, “Kris, Kris, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to—I did mean to, I panicked, but I was coming back, I was always coming back, I just couldn’t—I’m here, look at me, lookat me, please, I love you.”


Kris looked. Couldn’t not. That voice.


Justin, on both knees and clinging to Kris’s hands, pleaded, “I know I left. I’m here now. I’m sorry. I just needed to—not be here. For a minute.”


Chapter 95