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

“Listen up everyone, today Falcon Limousine Service is proud to announce the opening of our ninth new base of operations on the East Coast,” Hank Garret announced to the room of drivers currently lounging in the break room. “Falcon Limousine Service Station Nine is officially a go.”


He turned to look at his crew, rolling his eyes at the smattering of applause. Fuckers. They were usually a little more enthusiastic about things like this. Especially, ever since he’d given the drivers who had been with him longer than five years stock options.


Then again, the mood around Falcon Limousine Service Station One, located in Manhattan, had been a bit melancholy ever since Antonio was dumped by his ex. The Cougar Shifter had been so distraught, he’d packed his shit and left a note saying he was done. Last Hank had heard, he’d gone back home to West Virginia somewhere.


Chapter Two