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

Trench entered the 135th Precinct as he had a hundred times or more and headed straight for Rami Llewelyn’s desk. The detective had texted him a half hour ago with a tip on some urgent information.


“Yo,” Rami called, motioning for the Tiger to come to his new office.


“Moving up in the world?” Trench asked, taking note of the boxes and eco-friendly cups full of stale coffee.


“Yeah, yeah. Cornetti?” he offered, holding up a box of fresh pastries.


Trench eyed the delicious little delicacies made by the detective’s new mate, Noemi. The woman was a terrific pastry chef and owned the most fantastic little shop called D’Angelo’s Bakery. Trench was a regular. As a Tiger with a sweet tooth, he knew where to find all the goods.


“Thanks, man. So, you got news?” he asked, seating himself in one of the Shifter sized chairs available to him.


“Yeah. A 911 call came in a few hours ago, a young woman claiming she was attacked by three guys in her building’s basement,” he explained.


Chapter TWO