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

Something tickled the periphery of my brain.


I couldn’t identify it. Not yet. Not while sleep still clung to me like the cloying stench of the too-strong perfume the women I’d fucked around with last night wore.


Whoever it was, they weren’t a threat. At least, not yet.


They were simply hovering there, while I came to slowly, still enjoying my time on the other side of consciousness.


I wasn’t worried, though. If I was in danger, my Devil’s instincts would surely have woken me up before now.


I sighed and stretched, appreciating the cool, dewy grass as it slid across my overheated skin.


It felt even better than the ridiculously high thread count of my Egyptian cotton sheets back inside my bedroom.


But maybe that was because this house, my room, all of it felt like some kind of cage trying to trap me in. I mean, it wasn’t always that way. But just lately.


Chapter Prologue-Max