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

Megan giggled and sipped. Correction, she tried to take a sip, but her shoulder got jostled by someone pushing their way to the bar. She spilled some of her drink and grabbed a napkin, cleaning it up before it spilled onto the floor.


One of the skinny females who’d eyed Megan before waved her hand in the air to get Lucy’s attention. She didn’t even apologize for pushing Megan and spilling her drink. She shook her head, grabbing another napkin and wiping the rest of the spill so Lucy didn’t have to.


Megan’s Tiger snarled, but she reined in the beast. The two women were human, and Megan did not want to make a big deal out of someone else’s pettiness. In her experience, rudeness was usually a symptom of narcissism, and Megan had enough of that in her life with Matthew. The only way to stop a narcissist was to not feed their enormous egos with even the tiniest scrap of attention.


Chapter Three