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

“Brenda, get the fuck off me,” Lance growled.


Finally, he found his fucking voice. Anna had just stormed off, and he could not blame her one bit. She deserved an explanation, and she was going to get one. As soon as he rid himself of this vengeful, she-Cat.


“Don’t call me. Don’t contact me. And do not ever touch me again. I found my mate, and it is not you,” he growled with his Tiger barely contained.


He didn’t even know the female would be there tonight. The woman was a troublemaker and probably finagled a ticket from some unknowing schmuck. But why she thought he’d be interested was beyond him.


His Tiger snarled, scratching against his skin. He didn’t want her anywhere near him. When she’d pushed his sweet Anna aside, he almost went nuts. The female had her claws on his chest before he could get his Tiger under control.


Chapter Nine