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

. So, Alex may have freaked out a little bit when the Wolf fucker touched his mate. His unclaimed mate, but mate, nonetheless. And that SOB had tugged on her ponytail, leaned right in, invading her space, and then he smiled at her, as if he had the fucking right.


Should’ve killed him, snarled his Cat. Okay, that was taking it a bit far.


Should’ve maimed him then, the Tiger insisted. He could live with that. Next time, he told the beast.


Alex exhaled and closed his eyes. He felt as if he’d just run a fucking marathon in seconds. Like he’d gone ten rounds on the Tilt-a-Whirl after scoffing down a shit ton of cotton candy.


No. Not cotton candy. Salted caramels. Oh damn, her taste was still on his lips. Kissing Maggie, feeling her come apart in his arms, was better than anything he could have ever dreamed about. Like every other sexual experience in his life had simply vanished under the innocent submission of his mate’s seductive kiss.


Chapter SEVEN