What a week. Seriously, thank you all.
Seeing Wicked Assets officially out in the wild has been an absolute trip. The Starr-Verse has shown up in a massive way, and I am so incredibly grateful for every single read, review, and message you guys have sent.
Headline: The Most Dangerous Asset in New York is Officially on the Market.
Hello everyone,
The ink is dry. The contract is signed. And I am thrillingly (and terrifically) nervous to announce that my novella, WICKED ASSETS (The Sterling Cross Files: Book 1), is officially LIVE on Amazon!
It feels like I’ve been working on this deal for a lifetime, but Sterling Cross and his demon problem are finally ready for you to meet.
What is the book about?
Imagine if The Wolf of Wall Street met Constantine… and then they had a very complicated, very spicy workspace dispute.
Sterling Cross is New York City’s deadliest fixer. By day, he’s a billionaire CEO closing ruthless real estate deals. By night, he’s a master warlock liquidating rogue supernatural threats.
But when a murder investigation points to a cult that turns souls into currency, Sterling does the unthinkable: he summons Asmodeus, a Prince of Hell, to help him.
He expected a weapon. He got a partner who refuses to be controlled—and who wants to own Sterling, body and soul.
Why you’ll love it:
If you are looking for a fast-paced, high-heat read to devour this weekend, this is it.
* 🔥 The Vibe: Corporate Horror meets Occult Noir.
* 😈 The Pairing: A morally grey Billionaire Warlock x A hedonistic Demon Prince.
* 🔗 The Trope: Forced Proximity (via a Soul Bond).
* 🏳️🌈 The Spice: High-heat M/M romance.
Where to grab it:
You can read the entire novella RIGHT NOW for free if you have Kindle Unlimited!
* 📖 eBook: $2.99 (or FREE on Kindle Unlimited)
* 📚 Paperback: $7.99 (For those who want the trophy on their shelf)
Thank you all for sticking with me through the writing process. I had a blast writing Sterling and Az, and I hope you have just as much fun reading them.
Welcome to the firm. Try not to sell your soul on the first day. 😈
Best,
Zachary Starr
P.S. If you read it and love it, please consider leaving a rating or review on Amazon! It helps independent authors more than you know.
If you’ve been scrolling through my feed this week, you’ve seen a lot of things. You’ve seen the abs. You’ve seen the transformation videos. You’ve seen the jokes about demons and the “confident author” persona I wear like armor.
But today, I need to take the armor off.
Because while I’m proud of the person I’ve become in 2026, I need you to know about the person who made sure I survived long enough to become him.
His name was Quinn.
Tell me you love me,
So my heart may understand,
For words alone can’t capture
The touch of your hand.
Tell me you love me,
In whispers soft and true,
Let your voice be the melody
That echoes all through.
Tell me you love me,
And let the world stand still,
For in those simple syllables,
Time bends to your will.
Tell me you love me,
And paint the sky so wide,
With colors of your kindness
That no storm can divide.
Tell me you love me,
Not just in a fleeting glance,
But in the quiet moments,
Where hearts dare to dance.
Tell me you love me,
And let the truth unfold,
A bond built on whispers,
More precious than gold.
Tell me you love me,
So my heart may finally see,
That love isn’t a question,
But a feeling that sets me free.
In Deep: With Zachary Starr
This Week’s Question: “You’ve spoken about how your heart belongs to someone you’ve lost. How do you hold onto love while still allowing yourself to move forward? Do you believe love ever truly fades?”
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Loss is not something you get over. It’s not a wound that heals clean or a chapter you close neatly before moving on to the next. It’s a thread woven so tightly into the fabric of who you are that no matter how much time passes, you can still feel the pull of it.
I know this because I live it. Every single day.
Loving someone who is no longer here is a paradox. The world moves forward, and you are expected to move with it, but love—real love—does not obey time. It doesn’t lessen because it’s inconvenient, and it doesn’t fade just because the person is gone. It stays. It lingers in old memories, in the echoes of laughter you can still hear, in the spaces they once filled.
And for a long time, I was afraid to move forward. Afraid that if I did, it would mean letting go. That moving forward meant erasing them. But I’ve come to understand something that changed everything for me:
Love isn’t something you leave behind. It’s something you carry with you.
I don’t believe love ever truly fades. Not if it was real. It changes shape, it finds new ways to exist, but it never disappears. It becomes part of you, woven into every decision, every dream, every quiet moment when you close your eyes and still feel them near.
So, how do I hold onto love while still allowing myself to move forward?
By understanding that moving forward isn’t forgetting. It’s honoring. It’s choosing to live in a way that reflects the love I was given. It’s allowing myself to feel joy again, to build something new, to open my heart—not because I’ve let go, but because love, when it’s real, isn’t something that binds you. It’s something that frees you.
I carry them with me in everything I do. In every story I write. In every word I share. In every quiet moment where I look up at the stars and whisper, I remember.
And I always will.
— Zachary
Happy Valentine’s Day! ❤️✨
Whether you’re spending today with a partner, celebrating with friends, or enjoying your own beautiful company—Valentine’s Day is about one thing: LOVE. Love for others, love for yourself, love in all the ways that make life meaningful.
So send that sweet text, hug a little tighter, treat yourself to something special, and celebrate love in all its forms. Because love isn’t just romance—it’s kindness, connection, and the little moments that make life brighter.
Tag someone you love in the comments and let’s spread the love today!
I’ll be removing the Valentine’s themed gifts from my Amazon list Friday. So if you were waiting to send me something, now is the time to do so.
https://www.amazon.com/hz/wishlist/ls/8J0HR5IM4TMX?ref_=wl_share
And for everyone that did send something, thank you so very very much ❤️
Even though I may never meet you face to face, or hear your voice, or share a moment in real time, I love you. Not in the way that requires knowing every detail of your life, but in the way that recognizes something deeper—our shared existence, our quiet struggles, and the invisible threads that bind us together in this vast and unpredictable world.
Life isn’t always fair. It can be cruel, unforgiving, and heavier than words can carry. I know that weight, just as you do. And while our journeys may be different, our pain, our resilience, our will to keep moving forward—it unites us. In a way that words sometimes can’t express, I feel you. And I suffer beside you, just as I hope alongside you.
I want you to know, without question, that I believe in you. A hundred percent. Even on the days when you don’t believe in yourself, I do. Even when the world feels overwhelming, and you wonder if you’re strong enough to face it, I know you are. And I know that no matter how small the steps you take, they matter. Celebrate them. Every single one. Because each moment you choose to keep going is a victory, and I see it.
It is a gift—a true gift—that you are here, walking this earth with me. That we share the same air, the same sun, the same sky, no matter how far apart we are. Our footsteps may not cross, but they leave marks on the same world, and that is something sacred. We are bound together not by proximity, but by the shared experience of being human—of hurting, healing, falling, rising, and continuing on.
So walk with me. Breathe with me. Live with me. Not just today, not just in the easy moments, but in the ones that feel impossible, too. In the darkness and the light, in the uncertainty and the hope. Because tomorrow isn’t promised, but as long as we are here, we will love this life together. Hand in hand. Heart to heart. Moment by moment.
All my love, always. ❤️
