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

Larimar blinked against the resounding ringing filtering through the static inside his brain. One minute he was flying down the parkway, racing to rescue his fated mate from her would-be assassins, the next, he was laid out on some horrendously ugly, and for some ungodly reason, squishy linoleum floor.


It had been a long time since someone got the best of the Wyvern. How embarrassing that it was his tiny human mate who’d dropped him on his ass. Feeling sheepish, Larimar tried to get his bearings, not sensing any immediate danger.


The scents of rain, damp earth, fur, whiskey, and woman were confusing the fuck out of him, but he figured she wasn’t screaming, so everything must be alright. Then he heard her voice, and his beast stirred inside of him.


“Good doggies, good doggies. Sit. Play dead. Oh, please don’t eat me. Please don’t eat me. Please don’t fucking eat me,” the female mumbled.


Chapter Six