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

Jennifer stored her spare toothbrush and paste, smoothed her hand over her hair, and closed her eyes. She counted to ten, then straightened, willing her queasiness away before returning to where Zircon waited for her anxiously.


“Don’t you think you should stop by the clinic?” he asked.


“Jenn, you just puked your guts out,” he said, and fuck, was she embarrassed.


“I got a little worked up, excuse me for being sort of human,” she growled, leaving him to follow.


“That’s not what I meant. Geez, will you wait a second? I’m worried about you,” he growled.


“You know what, I just saw video of my father, who I have not seen since I was like seven, and not only is the bastard alive, but he’s fucking vile. He is selling Shifters, Conny. What kind of person sells another person?” she asked, voice slightly tinged with hysterics.


Chapter Thirteen