C.D. Gorri

A holiday assignment turns into so much more for this grumpy Wyvern.

It’s the holiday season, but instead of snowboarding and doing shots of cinnamon vodka off his favorite bartender, Jasper Wessex is given the assignment from hell—literally.
Protect a woman on the run from a minor Egyptian Demon--um… who the what now?
He wants nothing more than to pass on this nut-ball case till he opens her file. Struck dumb by her picture, his Wyvern scratches against his skin. He can’t resist the owner of those flashing blue eyes.
Carolina Moore is in danger. Home from an archeological dig, she’s brought back a seriously unfortunate souvenir--an ancient Egyptian Demon who thinks she is his property!
Luckily, she has a friend who has contacts with the mysterious Wyvern Protection Unit. But what can she do when her protector poses more of a threat than the Demon she’s running from?


Wyvern Protection Unit

Carolina wiped the fog from the mirror and took a good look at herself. What she saw did not impress her in the least.


Thirty-seven years old, and single. Had she really thrown that in his face like it was a good thing?


Not like Carolina had them lining up for her, or anything. Not even when she’d been younger. Yeah, she was cute. She had good skin and nice hair, of course, there was the whole extra weight she carried.


But so what? Plenty of men found plump girls desirable. At least she wasn’t saggy. Not yet anyway.


More importantly, she was self-sufficient. Didn’t even go after Joffrey for alimony. Heck, some might even say the artist was independently wealthy.


She’d never been what you would call rash or impulsive with men, and yet within an hour of meeting her new bodyguard, she’d been butt-ass-naked and splayed on a table while he licked and sucked on her most intimate body parts.


Chapter Eleven