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

Perhaps Daeja should ask for a meeting with this McDonald. But that would mean she had to speak.


“I was not sure if you ate meat or not, so I got a bit of everything,” Jennifer Dylluan said, unwrapping tiny, rounded stacks of food.


The scent was overwhelming, and yes, Daeja salivated a little. Her stomach rumbled. Acting against orders was a punishable offense, but she was starving. Besides, maybe the woman had information that could be useful to her search.


“Wow, um, how about I just call you Daeja?”


The female cocked her head to the side, studying her reaction. Daeja thought a moment before nodding.


Her stomach growled, and she cursed her body for showing weakness. What she would not give for even a small ration of the craft’s tasteless chet now.


“Thank you, Daeja. So, are you hungry?”


Chapter Three