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

Not that anyone else got to see that. For them alone. Later. Plus a few other items. Justin hadn’t got round to doing the piercings again yet, but certain toys had become definitely entertaining. Decorations for sensitive pretty demonic nipples. For his equally pretty cock. Sensation and exploration, inarguable belonging and shared discovery.


Justin was himself. More than ever, now.


“I was thinking we’d play that thing you wrote,” Brendan finished, hauling him back to reality and away from distracting thoughts about nipple clamps and boundless devotion. “For him.”


They’d set this up, him and Bren and the band, of course they had: for this show, the last show, Kris writing in dressing rooms and odd snatches of time, scribbling lyrics when Justin was off having meetings with editors and contributing authors. His booklist was already impressive. Kris had known it would be.


Chapter 99