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

“That’s ridiculous,” Bria replied easily over a ridiculously decadent breakfast.


It was one of the perks of her new fast and furriest alter ego. Her metabolism was in super fabulous mode. Meaning, she could eat like a heifer and not get any fatter, er, fluffier. That was a nicer word. But anyway, her point was she would have to seriously work at it if she wanted to gain weight. Popping a still whistling sausage link in her mouth, Bria moaned. Real pork. Not grisly turkey.


Not that she hated turkey, she just didn’t like ground turkey. It was weird and gritty. Chicken was better, but nothing could beat pork in her humble opinion. And since chicken sausage links were not the easiest to find, she would rather skip it than go turkey.


“Are you listening to me?” Trench asked, eyebrows raised.


Chapter ELEVEN