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 felt like he was being hit by a runaway train. Emotion after emotion slammed into him, like freight cars, and he was powerless to do anything but take it.


“Bria! Fuck, talk to me. Are you okay?” he asked.


He was worried out of his mind, but he did not dare touch her again. The first time he tried that, she’d screamed louder, and tears flooded from her eyes. Trench had never taken a mate before, but he’d allowed instinct to take over. Clearly, his tiger had fucked up.


The beast objected, but Trench ignored it. Fuck. His mate was in pain, and regardless of what his animal thought, it was his fault. Whatever he did, he would kick his ass later. Right then, he just needed to help her.


Bria had fallen onto the floor and refused to move. He already knew she would not let him touch her, and he didn’t blame her. Apparently, it hurt like fuck.


Chapter EIGHT