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

Thank fuck Hank had kept the hotel room, which was a good idea in hindsight. No way would he have been able to bear driving back to Blue Valley or Manhattan—where they both lived.


The decision on where they would build their lives would have to wait. Truth was, he didn’t care, as long as he had Annabeth beside him.


Hank slammed the door to their room closed. Mouth locked on hers, he tore at her soaked dress, cursing the asshole who’d spilled his drink on her.


Should go back. Punch that fucker again, his bird growled.


As if she sensed his turn of thought, Annabeth reached between them, cupping his dick in her firm hands, and everything else slipped away into the periphery of his mind. There was only one person who existed at the forefront of his thoughts. And she was everything.


The one and only female he would ever take as his own.


“Are you sure, Hank,” she said, slowing down for a moment to look up at him.


Chapter Book7 Epilogue