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

Candy swallowed down her nervousness and smiled up at the cheerfully corpulent chairman of Christmas himself. Larger than life in his exquisite red velvet suit with hand-stitched golden thread and pristine white fur trim, Kris Kringle, aka Santa Claus, looked down at Candy with a benevolent smile on his face.


His crystal blue gaze flicked to the strange male currently trying to push Candy behind his enormous body. Curious behavior. But not bad. Santa adopted an amused expression on his pink-cheeked face, as the man grew protective of the young Christmas Elf.


Of course, that expression soon changed from mild amusement to startled surprise when a very large, very sharp, curved sword—a khopesh, if you wanted to be exact—appeared directly in front of Santa’s cherubic nose. The blade was expertly held by the stranger who, after racking his brain, Santa was certain was, of course, Medjed, the warrior of Osiris.


Chapter Four