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

Michael’s heart was pumping a mile a minute. Thunder roared in his ears and his Tiger snarled inside his mind’s eye. He felt his fingertips burn with the need to extend his claws and his fangs begged to be set free.


He turned his head, and stared at his Neta, holding the powerful man’s gaze for a beat before averting his eyes out of respect.


It was kinda sorta difficult for him to look at the male since his dick was rock hard with the need to claim his mate. Hunter focused his steely teal gaze on his Pride Healer.


“Do you understand what you’ve done?” Hunter asked, eyebrows raised.


“Yes, Neta,” Michael replied, his voice rough with his Tiger. “I completely understand.”


“Excuse me a damn minute,” the feisty little she-Cat growled and stalked towards the desk, almost tripping in the process.


Chapter Seven