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

Jasper growled deep in his chest as he packed his bag and loaded it into his SUV. He couldn’t fucking believe this. It was Christmas. His father was dying. But could he stay home and celebrate with the old codger?


No, of course fucking not. Jasper had an assignment. He was being sent to act as a bodyguard for some stupid socialite, or celebrity, or whatever the fuck this client was.


Artist, his brain supplied the word Jennifer had told him during their very brief briefing.


Probably some ex-housewife who got TikTok famous for making picture frames or lawn statues out of recycled grocery bags or some shit like that. The things that passed for art these days were a fucking mystery to a guy like him.


Besides, who went to Egypt on a whim after getting divorced? Someone with too much money and time on their hands. Just the kind of person who would get into trouble and ruin other people’s plans without giving two shits.


Chapter Four