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

Pierce hopped inside his suped up Wrangler. The top was on, and the windows rolled up since it was about to thunderstorm.


He whistled and drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he turned down the dirt road. The Maverick Pride House was located near some prime New Jersey forestland. As such, the Neta had a few cabins built up in the woods to be used by Pride members for getaways and such.


It was private land, secluded for the safety of their kind. A Tiger could just cut loose and roam. But that was not why Pierce was headed to the cabins.


Exactly one day after he sent an email to the magical matchmaking guru, Uzzi Stregovich, the older Witch replied with a list of explicit instructions. First, he had to fill out a form which was basically a mate wish list.


Chapter Three