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

Zircon grunted as he lifted box after box of Jennifer’s shit from her office, loading into his new F150 Raptor. He’d had the thing completely customized by a Shifter friendly shop and had been dying to take Jennifer out with him for a drive. Of course, he hadn’t been planning on hauling a ton of her work with him.


That was all the female cared about. On one hand, it was inspiring the way she’d committed to her job, which was essentially handling all assignments and possibly snafus involving the Wyvern Protection Unit. Sometimes it seemed like Zircon would be carrying a torch until the end of his days for this woman.


He might have believed that, too, if not for the way she’d sweetly submitted to him the night after the big battle with that Alien motherfucker, Cass Viper. Then again, they were all Aliens, weren’t they? It was still difficult for him to wrap his brain around that little factoid.


Chapter Two