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

Thank every dang deity all the way to the Fates themselves! She’s kissing me. Really kissing me.


Jasper caught Carolina easily, but he sure as fuck was not anticipating the wave of desire crashing over him as her mouth pressed against his in a steamy kiss that had even his Wyvern’s knees clacking together like symbols in a marching band.


Holy hell! The woman sure could kiss. Her tongue tangled with his in an aggressive little display that turned him on so hard, all he wanted to do was lay her down in the snow and have his way with her.


Kissing her was like kissing sunshine. Her vanilla lemony fragrance burst along his taste buds, filling his nostrils, his mind—every single inch of him with nothing but her.


Carolina moaned hungrily, and he deepened the kiss, bringing her closer, and hoping like fuck, she was okay with this. Jasper nipped her lip as he wrapped his arms around her.


“I want you,” she moaned against his mouth.


“Are you sure?” he asked, nibbling at her lower lip.


Chapter Fourteen