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 little pink siren with the body of a goddess was like him, a Wyvern, but—females did not exist. Or did they?


Not only was the temptress something he’d never dreamed even existed, but she was a lifesaver! A pink-haired angel! She had stopped Caro’s pain. Taught his brother to sing. And was even now actively communicating with Carolina and Jasper’s unborn younglings.


They were expecting twins, apparently. Two healthy babies. Imagine that?


Jasper unashamedly wept as he cradled his wife. Dor’s brother crooned to his children in a deep bass, soothing his younglings, and easing his mate’s discomfort.


Hell, even Dor teared up. Unlike Conny, who was wiping his eyes frantically, Heliodore was man enough to admit it.


“Drakein females must carry their young for fifteen turns of the twin moons. It is because of the complexity of our dual nature and the fragility of our newborns,” Daeja explained patiently.


Chapter Eight