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

He stood up and opened the door to his office. It was one of the few rooms on the ground floor with an actual door that locked. A necessity when the house was full. Especially when he needed to get any work done.


Hunter frowned and turned down the hall. What was all the ruckus about? He breathed in deep and stopped dead.


Hunter felt as if he’d been sucker punched. Worse than that. It was like he’d been struck by lightning. He couldn’t get any air into his lungs. Eyes watering, he gasped as the second breath he sucked in brought with it the heavenly scent. Something strange, but warm and decidedly feminine.


His Tiger snarled and scratched at his skin, urging the man to move closer to the owner of that fragrance. It was like fresh baked pie.


Cherry, he sniffed, with a sugared crust. Yum.


Chapter Seven