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 woke up beside a naked and sexy as fuck male. She pulled her dress on quietly and tiptoed through the empty hallway. This was a walk of shame she had never quite done.


Her she-Tiger chuffed and whined. The stupid animal wanted her to stay, to go back upstairs and snuggle with the big, warm male.


Mate, her beast called mournfully, but she shushed the creature.


How could she be so dumb? Sure, she’d been down for a little nooky, but he bit her. He marked her without her consent. The bastard.


Fine—in his defense, Javier—omfg how hot was his name? Eek! Ahem, be cool, girl, damn—Javier had asked her to say yes. And she did. Pam had said yes—more like screamed it, but she didn’t mean it.


Chapter Nine