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

It was already half-past three, and Megan hadn’t shown up. Cole was tearing his fucking hair out like some pansy ass bitch, wearing out the rubber mats covering that part of the garage floor with his incessant fucking pacing.


Where was she? Was she standing him up?


He growled in frustration. He knew he’d fucked up, playing hot and cold with her, but that wasn’t his fault. Fine. Maybe it was. But what the hell was he supposed to do? He’d never felt his way about another person before in his entire life.


“You wanna stop all the fucking pacing, dude?” Phoenix growled from where he squatted on the floor, adding air to the back tire of his favorite hog.


“Who’s not coming? Oh! The tall girl from the bar—ahh!”


Cole had his Pack mate by the throat and off the floor in the bat of an eyelash. Megan wasn’t just some fucking tall girl. She was perfect. And his Wolf really didn’t like Phoenix or anyone talking about her size. Like at all.


Chapter Nine