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

Lance shook his entire body against the cold as he swapped fur for skin.


He raised his free hand in surrender still gripping the poker she was holding onto after her third attempt to smash his skull in. the woman was strong, and spunky too. Good for her.


She should be pissed, and he knew she was even without the way she was squinting her eyes angrily. It was the tear tracks on her face that broke his heart. Nothing he said was going to be good enough.


“Please don’t cry,” he murmured. “I know I do not deserve another chance, Anna. But I am asking for one. Please, Annalia. But I won’t be able to explain if I am passed out with a concussion,” he began, and she had to hide the twitch of her lips. “First, I’m so sorry. I swear, I never want to hurt you. Not ever.”


“Okay, but maybe we should talk later,” she mumbled. Her face was turning the same shade as her dress, and he cocked his head to the side. Then, she squeaked and looked down.


Chapter Ten