C.D. Gorri

He’s the leader of his Pride. She’s a normal with no idea Shifters exist.

Calling a Magical Matchmaking Service isn’t exactly ideal, but Hunter Maverick is desperate to find his mate.

If he doesn’t have control of the eight-hundred-pound Tiger living inside him, he can’t run the Pride. The best way to manage his beast is to claim a female as his own, but no one in his Pride calls to him. Only his fated mate will do.
There’s just one problem.

He has no idea who she is.

The Maverick Pride Tales

Hunter had heard the car as it rolled to a stop outside the Pride House. His sensitive ears told him the vehicle was not of his Pride.


He wondered who would be coming to call on him on such a lousy night. It wasn’t that it was terribly late, but the weather was too rough for friendly visits. Must be someone with an axe to grind.


He took a moment to prepare himself mentally for whatever was coming. As Neta, it was his duty to see to any perceived threats to his Pride. Hunter was responsible for the livelihoods and safety of about sixty individual Tiger adults. Some of them had families.


It wasn’t very big, but that didn’t matter. The Maverick Pride was his to take care of. Like it was his father’s, grandfather’s, and great-grandfather’s before him. A Maverick had settled this land over two-hundred years ago, and one had run the Pride for just as long.


Chapter Six