C.D. Gorri

He’s an Alpha looking for a home.
She’s an outsider with no one to call her own.

Can they find what they’re searching for in each other?

Derrick Rand is an Alpha Dire Wolf, a rare and powerful species of Shifter. When he hears about the seemingly ideal town of Blue Valley, New Jersey, he, and his crew, fill their tanks and mount their bikes for the long cross-country ride. Tired of the nomadic life, Derrick is determined to find a place to call home.

Lucy Corwyn leads a fairly simple lifestyle, moving from town to town and working crappy jobs to make ends meet. Feline Hybrid Shifters aren't exactly high enough on the food chain to claim territory.

After her junker breaks down, Lucy finds herself stranded and without funds. Time is of the essence for this not-so-big Cat. She needs to earn some fast cash to fix her car before some dumb Shifter tries to turn her into a chew toy.

Luckily, she spies a help wanted sign at a biker bar. Walking into Serious Moonlight to inquire about a job is a piece of cake, or so she thinks. Imagine her surprise when the sexy new owner turns out to be her mate… and that's not all.

The gorgeous male is not only a Dire Wolf, he's the Pack Alpha. Larger than life and chock full of testosterone, this monster is used to getting his way, but that doesn't mean Lucy will make it easy on the big guy.

No way. No how.

If the big bad Wolf wants to catch this little she-Cat, he's gonna have to shake that sass.

Dire Wolf Mates

It was only eleven, and the place was jampacked. The band was really rocking, and she had to hand it to them, they were the best all-female group she’d ever seen, except for maybe clips of the Go-Go’s on YouTube. She’d been juggling customers between sets, and so far, so good.


“How are you doing back here?” Weylin asked.


Gwen froze from where she was bent over, retrieving more longnecks to fill the coolers lining the back of the bar. Beer and shots had been the standard so far.


“Great!” she said too brightly as she spun around to face him.


Weylin Scott. Sexy, confident, growly, redheaded alpha male. Great, there she went, waxing poetic on the guy again. The man had been taking up way too much headspace lately.


“Awesome, Gwen. So, what do you think?”


Did he have to be so damn cute? She wrang out a rag over the sink, and shrugged, determined to keep things light. Maybe if she hadn’t been such a hardass about that promise she’d made, she wouldn’t feel this way.


Chapter 9