GENRE: Gay Paranormal Erotic Romance Box Set
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Can a half-demon and a tired rock star find a happy ending?

Rock legend Kris Starr has a problem or two. He’s getting older, he can’t seem to write anything new, he’s supposed to be recording a Midwinter holiday album, and he’s afraid he’s falling in love with Justin Moore, his manager. But Justin’s very good at keeping secrets, and he has a few -- like his demonic inheritance, his family’s history, and his crush on Kris Starr, rock and roll icon. But when all Justin’s secrets start to come out, he’ll need Kris’s help ... and they’ll write a new love song or two along the way.

This box set combines together all nine books in K.L. Noone's best-selling series featuring Kris and Justin. Contains the stories:

A Demon for Midwinter: Kris Starr used to be famous. Sold-out rock shows. Empathic talents. But he has a problem or two. He's having a hard time writing songs. It’s Midwinter, full of depressing holiday cheer. He's in love with Justin, his new manager, who has a talent for rescuing almost- or once-famous bands. And Justin’s hiding secrets: about literal demons, his past, and his own feelings for Kris ...

Lightning in a Bottle: Despite his skill with a guitar, Adam’s never had much stage presence -- he leaves that to Lee, his band’s lead singer, who makes his lyrics rock. The problem is, Adam's lyrics are secret love letters for Lee, though he's never had the courage to say so. But when a legendary rock star and scandalous sex demon turn up at their show, Adam might finally figure out how to get everything he wants.

Love Songs for Every Day: Kris and Justin don’t do interviews. Two years after demonic revelations, forever entwined with Kris Starr’s return to the spotlight, they’ll open up about pro-demon activism, classic rock, rescuing cats, and coffee versus tea -- plus what exactly happened to Justin that night, love songs, and happy endings.

Sunlight and Gold: Can a rock star marry a demon? That question’s on Justin’s mind. He’s moved in with Kris; they’re wildly happy. He is half human, though -- and he likes the idea of the human ritual. But Kris Starr, rock legend, never has. So Justin can’t ask. Kris isn’t convinced he’s great at domesticity. But he’s pretty sure his half-demon boyfriend wants a very human commitment. And maybe Kris wants that, too.

A Demon for Forever: A demon, a rock star, and wedding bells! Justin’s always wanted to get married and has thrown himself into wedding plans. But the world’s watching. Kris wants to give his demon fiancé a perfect day, whether that means carrot cake or support for Justin wearing a wedding dress. But Justin wants him to reconcile with his father, so Kris will have to try.

The Demon's Choice: Kris has never been happier: back on tour, making music, and married to the love of his life, half-demon Justin. But an accident leaves Justin unable to use magic until his demon family offers him a terrible choice. Losing his magic leaves him empty until he’s shown a way to get it back. But if he agrees, he’ll give up his human half ... along with his life with Kris.

Snowed In: Kit & Harry: Someone or something is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. Constable Kit Thompson is to investigate. The Earl’s brother, Harry Arden, wants to help, but he’s an irritating temptation. The estate hides a family secret. When they end up snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll learn to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

Bedknobs and Brimstone: Some days married life is great. And some days your husband’s demon magic sets the bed on fire. But Kris wouldn’t change a thing. If living together costs them some furniture, it’s fine. Justin’s still not used to his new powers. They’re unpredictable, and he’s worried: what if he hurts Kris? Fortunately, Justin’s husband’s very good at reassuring him.

A Demon's Very Good Morning: Justin's never been happier. He's proud of his demon heritage, he has his rock-star empath husband, he and Kris are wildly in love, and they have a big family celebration today. But he's waking up alone in bed. And he can hear his husband's emotions. Families aren't easy. But if Kris needs some reassurance, Justin knows exactly how to help.

EXCERPT FROM "A Demon for Midwinter"
Note: may contain sexually explicit scenes of a homoerotic nature.

The world swirled. Vertiginous and rushing, melting and merging and falling away. Kris had once liked teleportation -- he'd had one or two friends with minor telekinetic talents that extended to location-hopping -- but had in later years decided that lurching disorientation, even if brief, wasn't worth saving five minutes. Most people had extremely short ranges, so there wasn't much point other than showing off.

Justin evidently didn't have a range limit. But then: demon. Right.

Justin stumbled over nothing, caught Kris's shoulder for support. Pale under the wavering heat-flare that surrounded him, disturbing penthouse atmosphere. I might pass out, he'd said; Kris grabbed him and eased him down onto the sofa. His abandoned scotch-and-coffee cup from that morning goggled at them from the table. "Justin? Justin! Say something!"

"I'm fine ..." But trembling. Shock. Reaction. Kris snatched a blanket, some designer gift he'd resolutely ignored, off a chair. Justin's thank you came small and instinctive: automatic niceness asserting itself.

"Your hands are cold."

"That's just being scared." Justin, under the blanket, looked younger, despite the scent of bonfires and caramelized sugar, despite the inhuman scarlet glint in those eyes. He looked desperately unhappy, and beautiful, and like someone trying very hard not to fall apart. "I don't know if they got a good look at me. I don't think so. It was too fast."

"Don't," Kris said, "don't worry about it, I can deal with the media, I've done it for years, stay put, I'll get you a drink," and ducked into the kitchen for the good scotch. His own hands shook slightly when he picked up the bottle; he reminded himself to breathe. Justin. In his apartment. On his sofa. A demon. Half-demon, Justin had said.

A half-demon who'd just saved a baby.

Who loved classic rock and sugary nutty coffee.

Who needed his help.

He came back out, handed over a cut-glass tumbler, and said, "So you're a demon, then, does that mean you know what happened to Elvis? Did he really get carried off by fifty succubi?"

Justin laughed, exhaustedly. Consumed a large gulp of scotch. Shut both eyes, and opened them again. "Not as far as I know, though it's one possibility ... how're you so calm about this?"

"I don't exactly see you as the type to go round nicking anyone's immortal soul." He plopped down on his couch next to the bundle of blanket-wrapped half-demon. "Tell me if you are, though. Mine's not worth much these days, but I could let you have it cheap."

"You'd be surprised how much you're worth." Justin took another sip. Looked at his glass in some bemusement, as if only now realizing he had it. "I'm sorry about panicking. I'm okay."

"Yeah," Kris said, and got refills, "you look completely one hundred percent, sure, let's pretend that's true. Want anything else? Coffee? Food? I don't have any appalling healthy tea, sorry, only Earl Grey."

"... you're not scared?"

"I saw what Reggie once did to a hotel toilet in Glasgow on tour. You're not even close." Light words, batted about like petals on a breeze; covering over yawning cracks in the foundation of the earth. Justin -- his Justin, his manager, made of long legs and music trivia and playful hair and sunshine -- was a demon.

Demon was a misnomer, in fact. Humans tended to apply familiar labels to the magical realm; leprechauns weren't products of Celtic myth, and gnomes would bite your ankles if referred to as lawn ornaments. But demons, oh, demons ...

The term had got plastered onto the collectively less savory magical beings sometime in the fifth century, and like most outside terminology provided a good catch-all phrase while simultaneously reducing near-infinite diversity to zero. Demons came in many shapes and sizes, from the Elvis-rumor succubi and incubi to sandstorm ifrits and crawling arachnids; they did, however, possess two traits in common. Firstly, they dwelt, like most purely magical beings, in a space not quite human, a kind of parallel world between raindrops and mirages; in the case of demons, this had become known as the underworld.

Secondly, demons were inimical to humanity. They fed on human energy -- not exactly a soul, but similar enough -- and they had a propensity for deals, twisted bargains, seductions, and general mischief. They didn't all want the same things, but it was true that they tended to be the wickeder fairy types; this contributed to the legends and lore and perpetual distrust.

Demons existed in stories. In rumors. In tales told to frighten children: don't go outside in the dark, don't make deals with strangers, don't accept a visit to the underworld, beware of men with red eyes, they'll steal your soul ...

Kris asked, curious now, sitting close enough to reach out if his demon looked wobbly again, "How does the half bit work?"