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

“Um, well, the thing is, you are really good looking, Jasper,” she said, seeing she had surprised him by his expression. “But I am sure you know that. Anyway, I am an artist and I appreciate beauty, but I am afraid this situation I am in has made me a little, I don’t know, but anyway, I apologize if I was staring. I am sorry⁠—”


“Don’t be,” He interrupted. “I like your eyes on me. I like knowing you like the way I look,” he said, voice so low she barely heard him.


She wondered and shook her head. No way. That was her curse, she supposed. Eternally optimistic and frequently disappointed.


Well, at least this relationship was purely business. She just had to remember that, even if, for whatever reason, that fact depressed her.


“So, tell me, Carolina, why do you need protection?” Jasper asked, and his rapt stare made her squirm under the thick terrycloth robe she’d slipped on.


Chapter Eight