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

I bared my teeth as a low, hiss-like sound emerged from my chest. The four-hour drive north had left me feeling antsy and restless. My skin itched for me to shift, but I couldn’t. Not yet.


This sealed it. I was going to murder my cousin.


Okay, fine. The drive was long, but I did enjoy the scenery. North Jersey was lush and green, with forests, hills, valleys, and huge tracts of farmlands, though not as big as those in the southwestern part of the state.


My new house and lands, courtesy of a huge chunk of my trust fund, sat just beyond an enormous wrought iron gate that held a weathered sign with the letters Mi l r R n h barely visible.


I had no idea what they once said, and furthermore I did not care. This place was a mess. A veritable fucking dump even though I was pretty sure it was supposed to be a large ranch style house.


Chapter Two-Max