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

Jasper’s Wyvern roared in triumph as he claimed Carolina Moore’s cinnamon tea and lemon vanilla kiss for his own.


She was delicious. Even better than he’d hoped.


Her sweet lips parted, and he delved into her mouth, running on instinct rather than skill to show her the depths of his lust. Her small hands clutched at him and for the first time in his life he wanted to beat his own chest, proud of his strength. Jasper loved the way she moaned, her response turning him on all the more.


He wanted her to touch his body, liked her hands on him. At first, he had been worried about his size. He was so big, and she was delicate and petite. The last thing he wanted was to overwhelm the beautiful female.


But there was no way he could stop his desire, either. No way to stem the need to be inside her. Every kiss, every moan, only validated his hunger. She was so damn sexy.


Chapter Nine