C.D. Gorri

Dean Romero is not your average Tiger Shifter. He is the king or the Neta of the Island Stripe Pride, operating out of Manhattan. Wanting to avoid the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, this Neta elects to spend Christmas at his newly built cabin in a remote section of the Pine Barrens just outside of Maccon City, New Jersey. A town notorious among supernaturals for its Shifter ties. Violet Martinez is a nail technician stuck working on the holidays. Asked to make a house call she has no choice but to drive to an important client’s house on Christmas Eve. She’d much rather be at home curled up with her favorite mug full of steaming spiked hot chocolate and a marathon of old black and white movies to keep her company. Resigned to her fate, she heads out in the wintry weather which has made the drive nearly impossible. Halfway there, Violet’s car spins out on a lonely stretch of road and she slams into a tree, hitting her head on the dashboard. Passing out in the cold with a head injury was not on Violet’s Christmas list, but good thing there’s a Tiger king who just happens to be out for a run nearby. When Dean gets a whiff of Violet’s sugar cookie scent all bets are off. This Neta wants her for his own, but will the dark-haired beauty accept him and agree to be his bride this Christmas? 

Island Stripe Pride

. His time at the bar had been spent delaying the inevitable. But could anyone blame him? This pink-stuccoed, blue-roofed, neon sign disaster of a hotel was fucking ridiculous.


And just how the hell was he supposed to find his room if there was no number for the manager located outside the closed office? What happened to guests arriving late?


Growling with renewed anger, Alex stalked towards the glass-walled room that had the word office etched into the door.


Locked. Ugh. He really hated getting dirty. Sighing aloud, he replayed the conversation he’d had with the Neta in his head while he took off the jacket to his custom-tailored Tim Ford suit. Cuffing the sleeves of his silk shirt, he wondered if Dean would approve what he was about to do.


“Alex, you work for me. I do have that correct, right?” Dean Romero leaned back in his tall, black leather chair. The Neta pinned him with that unwavering stare of his.


Chapter TWO