Semua Bab The Maverick Pride Tales: Alpha Shifters and Their Curvy Fated Mates: Bab 1 - Bab 10

Welcome to Uncle Uzzi’s Magical MatPurrfectly Matedchmaking Service!Uzzi Stregovich sat at his dining room table and perused the comic section of the Sunday paper with his usual steaming mug of black tea and a heaping plate of cookies beside it.Richard, the housekeeper, came in once a week to keep the old Witch stocked, and his efforts were appreciated. His services had been a gift from Uzzi’s beloved wife, Betty, when she’d been in hospice.“You see, liebling, they still have Dagwood in the funnies during the holiday season,” he mused aloud.Humming to himself, Uzzi ignored the first tingle of awareness that buzzed along his skin. It was always that way when the Magic wanted his attention. For eighty-three years the Witch had been matching up supernatural pairs, and he was still going strong.Though, to be fair, he had lost some oompf when his own beautiful wife had passed on to the next part of her existence.Uzzi often got requests, but that was not the way his Magic w

Uzzi Stregovich grunted happily as he opened the box of sweet-smelling, fresh pastries."I promise, liebling, I will only have one,” he said aloud to his dearly departed wife.Betty understood him well, and his love for sweets was no secret. Ah! How he missed the scrumptious little spiced cakes she used to bake for him on special occasions. Filled with currants and nuts, they were simply delicious. No one made them quite like her.But it wasn’t spiced cakes that had him salivating now. It was a box full of tasty treats from the flagship Bear Claw Bakery store in Barvale, New Jersey.“Hank?” he called to his driver. “Are you sure you don’t want?”“No thank you, Uncle Uzzi. Better keep my eyes on the road,” his driver replied.Hank was one of his favorite honorary nephews, but the man did not know what he was missing.Hmmm, Hank. No, no. That is for another time, Uzzi told himself.His Magic buzzed around the small cab in the back of the limousine, but he was able to quie

Elissa blinked at the elfish man sitting across from her. She looked down at the business card she still held in her hand.Uncle Uzzi’s Magical Matchmaking Service.Disbelief warred with hope inside her chest. All her life, she loved myths, legends, fairytales, and folklore. She’d waited and hoped and dreamed with all her heart, wanting to believe her prince was out there somewhere searching for her.Fuck being politically correct.Elissa Phoenix was a dreamer. Always had been. She might be short, curvy and she damn well could out cuss a sailor, but dammit, she was worthy of love.Was it wrong of her to want someone who made her feel feminine and cherished? Someone who wanted her body, heart, soul, and mind. A man who cared about her happiness and was thoughtful enough to ask after her feelings at the end of the day.Maybe dreams really can come true, Elissa thought, staring at the cheerful older man.She didn’t normally go with her gut, but something about Uncle Uzzi sim

A few minutes earlier…Hunter had heard the car as it rolled to a stop outside the Pride House. His sensitive ears told him the vehicle was not of his Pride.Weird.He wondered who would be coming to call on him on such a lousy night. It wasn’t that it was terribly late, but the weather was too rough for friendly visits. Must be someone with an axe to grind.Well, fuck.He took a moment to prepare himself mentally for whatever was coming. As Neta, it was his duty to see to any perceived threats to his Pride. Hunter was responsible for the livelihoods and safety of about sixty individual Tiger adults. Some of them had families.It wasn’t very big, but that didn’t matter. The Maverick Pride was his to take care of. Like it was his father’s, grandfather’s, and great-grandfather’s before him. A Maverick had settled this land over two-hundred years ago, and one had run the Pride for just as long.He was proud of his home, of his heritage. His father dying after he’d finished g

Hunter’s beast was overjoyed that his little mate felt their connection.Yes.It would make wooing that much easier. And he really wanted to get it right. He had no idea asking Uncle Uzzi to find his mate would lead to this kind of mind leveling certainty that nothing would ever be the same again.All he wanted was to gather her in his arms and rub his scent all over her body. To mark her, claim her, make sure everyone knew who she belonged to.He wanted to tear the clothes from her body and bury himself balls deep in her wet heat. And yes, she was wet. Fuck yeah. He’d caught the scent of her arousal earlier and it almost sent him crashing to his knees.As Uncle Uzzi said his goodbyes, Hunter walked over to her. Careful not to upset or frighten his lovely Nari.She was so small compared to him. He frowned, hoping she wasn’t too put off by his appearance. She was so beautiful and petite.Hunter was a big fucking guy. Six-foot six-inches and two hundred ninety-five pounds o