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

Dinner. We are having dinner. Sure, I can do this. I can sit through dinner with my fated mate and pretend to be a normal for the night.


If he said it to himself enough times, maybe the urge to drag her to the floor and taste every inch of her would go away. His Wolf snarled, seeming to roll his eyes at him.


Phoenix waged war with his carnal desires as he guided the sexy female to an outdoor table inside an enclosed section of sidewalk just a few streets down from their hotel. The place claimed authentic Mexican cuisine, boasting fresh seafood and local ingredients.


Even better, they didn’t have to waste time going back to change. Tracey had a pretty, soft-looking blouse she’d pulled out of her bag and threw on over her bathing suit. It went with the sarong she had wrapped around her waist. The whole ensemble was hell on his nerves, with little sheer strips revealing tantalizing glimpses of skin—like it was playing peekaboo with him.


Chapter 11