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

Hours later, Pamela took off her pointy hat and fake elf ears with a relieved sigh. She tossed them over at Elissa, who was sitting at the kitchen table with Jessica. A couple of mugs of steaming hot cocoa sat between them.


“Hey! Ooh, I always wanted a pair of these. Wonder if Hunter will be into some boudoir cosplay,” she said with a waggle of her eyebrows.


“TMI, Nari. Really, that is TMI,” Pamela replied with a shake of her head.


“Sit down, Miss Elf, you had a hard day,” Jessica said and handed her a mug.


“What are the chances this one is spiked?” Pamela asked, and sighed wistfully. She could definitely use a little rum pum pum pum in her hot cocoa.


“I don’t know if you earned any of this special rum straight from Puerto Rico Uncle Uzzi brought me,” Elissa teased, pulling a bottle of the delicious gold goodness out from under the table.


“No fair, guys. I can’t drink,” Jessica whined.


Chapter Three