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

Oh—he thought as the little minx licked her spoon with her long, limber tongue—that’s how.


Hank’s eyes crossed for the umpteenth time as Annabeth ate her dessert with gusto. When he’d stopped for lunch at a promising looking burger joint, he had no idea the place was a throwback to the 1950s, complete with soda jerk and a long list of unusual homemade ice cream flavors.


Watching her eat had become something of an obsession for him. He worried about her comments regarding her shape. Crazy female. Didn’t she know she was perfect?


Annabeth was not some dainty little miss. She was a motherfucking badass Lioness. A Hunter. A predator. A powerful, sexy, apparently brilliant, and cute as a button woman. She was funny, smart, ridiculously good at putting other people at ease. He’d watched her charm Rosa and Bob, and every sonovabitch waiter they’d had on their road trip—made longer by the unfortunate accident on the parkway.


Chapter Eight