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

“Mikey!” someone called his nickname from around the Pride House.


He could not see the person since the huge party tent that he and the others had just finished putting up in the massive back yard, was blocking the way.


The thing looked pretty damn good, if he did say so himself. The company they’d rented it from was run by some Lion Shifters over in Blue Valley, a neighboring town where the Blue Valley Pride was located.


Typically, he stayed away from those hair-crazed felines, but they’d needed a tent. The other men were working on moving several large tables inside, along with chairs, but he had just finished draping white cloths over the tables. The head table had needed two, which he supposed made sense since that was where the happy couple were to be seated during the shower.


Sounded like Jess, he thought, wondering why the Beta’s mate was yelling her head off for him.


Chapter Three