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

Hank’s brain had been seesawing between the overused curse word and the equally obnoxious, single-syllable word that had been stuck on repeat since he met the beautiful feline—mate.


Only, inside Hank’s overly obsessed mind, it was more like mate, mate, mate, slight pause, then, fuck, fuck, fuck.


Both words operating on alternating channels of repeat in his now throbbing head. What was he supposed to do in this situation?


Really, he should be pissed at Uncle Uzzi. The elderly Witch knew better than this. He was a stubborn bastard at the best of times, but did he have to bring this female into all this mating nonsense?


Hank had promised his parents, and that was the end of the discussion, as far as he was concerned. Fated mates had never been part of their infrequent chats. Of course, when he thought back to the cold relationship that existed between his mother and father, he cringed.


Chapter Six