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

Jessica snuck inside the conference room shortly after leaving the scene in the living room behind.


Whatever it was that had the Pride Beta wanting to strangle Reg was probably something she did not want to know about. Bad enough her she-Cat was ready to climb the big, burly Bear after his macho display.


All those muscles. Who could blame her? Brayden was built like an Olympian god, for fuck’s sake.


To think he’d seen her almost naked moments before had her heart skipping beats. Jessica was all Shifter, but she’d gotten some recessive gene or something that made her curvy and rounded where her peers were svelte and lean.


Embarrassment made her cheeks pink, especially since she’d caught Brayden checking out the Pride’s own personal beyotch gang. Those skinny females gave Shifters a bad name.


Chapter Six