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’s body was on fire, and the maddening male currently resting on her like he had all the time in the world was the stoker of that fire. With every brush of his cheek against hers he was tethering her to him. Winning her she-Tiger over with such simple, almost platonic touches. And yet there was nothing at all platonic about her feelings for him.


Oh, she wanted him. More than anything. But he was going to make her beg, wasn’t he? There was a part of her that wanted to lash out at him. An angry, savage part that never felt good enough or deserving of affection. But that wasn’t fair.


That baggage was not put there by Cole, and she needed to deal with that as something separate from him. No, he wasn’t responsible for her self-doubt or misgivings. He wasn’t abusing her trust or feeding her lines. He was right about this. Right about everything.


Chapter Ten