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

“Oh, guys, I am so sorry to end this, but if I’m going to get my Calc homework done tonight, I have to get a move on,” Dominique said, checking her phone before standing up. She was working on getting her degree from the local community college and took this job specifically because of the hours.


“Yeah, sure. You are so right. We should all get back to work,” Mara said, feeling a tad guilty for setting a bad example.


“Hey Bruno, here’s my number in case you wanna do something like this again,” the blonde Bunny replied, biting her lip as she slipped him a piece of paper.


“Oh, uh,” Bruno looked at the thing, a confused expression on his face, but he did not move to take it.


Thank the gods. Mara was barely keeping her skin at the moment. Holy moly. Her inner Bunny was one seriously territorial little furball once she had a few beers in her tummy. And for no reason at all.


Chapter FOUR