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

Strawberry tinged arousal filled his nostrils and Carter could barely hold on to his Tiger. The beast wanted him to claim the female, his Bunny, now. No more games or waiting. No more denials.


“I’ve been dreaming of this moment for so long,” he admitted, his voice deep with his Cat.


Toni whimpered, her hips rocked helplessly as he knelt at her feet, inching closer to the apex of her thighs. He took hold of her then, the temptation of her was far too strong for a mere mortal like him to resist. After all, Carter was only human.


Carter guided Toni to the sofa behind her. She sat down, eyes on him as he pressed her knees apart. Too long, he thought, he’d gone too long without her. The scent of her sex filled his nostrils, and it was better than anything he’d ever experienced. She was all sweet strawberry musk and need, and fuck, did he need.


Chapter EIGHT