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

The naughty part of her brain was clearly fired up from the French fry grease. What else could have caused her to utter such a thing to that man?


“Sorry. What?” he asked, around his fry.


“I said, I’m thinking about sex.”


Her nonchalant attitude was about ninety percent bluff, but still, she hadn’t been prepared for him to choke on his own fry. So, she could rile the big man. Good to know.


“Are you okay?” she asked, handing him a soda can in a replay of his actions to her earlier.


Larimar took it and busied himself with taking a sip. Kimberley was a grown ass woman. She wasn’t going to pussyfoot around the whole thing. The truth was, ever since she’d laid eyes on the man, her girly bits had perked up with interest.


He didn’t seem entirely uninterested. Maybe with a little effort she could tempt him to make this babysitting gig a bit more memorable for them both. She bit her lip as she considered her options.


Chapter Nine