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 my fur, you ate four frozen supreme pizzas!” Toni declared, shocked and somewhat impressed.


Pierce raised one eyebrow, swiping a chip from the basket that sat between them. The man didn’t even look full yet. Heck, he was still rummaging around for something else to sink his mighty sharp teeth into.


“You ate two,” he pointed out unhelpfully.


“Rude,” Toni replied. “You aren’t supposed to comment on how much a lady eats.”


“Why? I think you look sexy when you eat,” he said, propping his forearms on the table and leaning over.


“Sure I do.” Toni gave an unladylike snort.


“I speak the truth,” Pierce said. “You chew more than any Shifter I have ever seen. It’s cute and ladylike. Also, I like you’re honest about food. I hate when people pretend to live on spinach leaves and water. I don’t. I mean, I’m a Tiger, I eat all the time. Nice to sit and eat a meal with a woman who is comfortable with her love of pizza,” he said, a hint of teasing in his voice at the end.


Chapter Four