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

“Bria! Did you change the laundry yet?”


“Oops! I’m on it,” she replied, closing her eyes in annoyance.


Bria had been living in the three-bedroom apartment in the affordable, but barely secure Madison Arms for about nine months now. And yet, she still wasn’t used to Nancy. The woman was one of her four roommates’, and she was sort of infamous for lurking.


Truly, Nancy was like the villain in a B horror movie with the way she popped up in the weirdest places. And completely out of nowhere, too. Even worse was her rigorous chore schedule she insisted on meting out to the entire group of them.


Always on a deadline, Bria had to admit, she was slacking when it came to organization. But she’d set an alarm this time. Maybe Nancy was wrong. Sighing, she looked up from the article she was typing.


Chapter ONE: BOOK 3