C.D. Gorri

He’s been looking for someone to hold on to. She’s been waiting for the right guy. This Jersey Devil has a jaded past. Too many loveless affairs, sleazy backroom deals, and an overall loss of his love for life has led Maximillian Leeds to one conclusion. He needs a change. What could be more different for a city slicker than buying a ranch in Northern New Jersey? There’s just one problem. He has no idea how to run a farm/ranch/thing. What’s he even supposed to do on a horse? An announcement in a supernatural newsletter gets him a misfit group of lone Shifters that all have one thing in common. They each need an anchor to settle their beasts. Good thing the Motley Crewd Ranch is fully insured. Thinking he's made a big mistake, Max changes his tune when he meets his fated mate at the Devil’s Food Bakery. The pouty-lipped maker of decadent delights makes his mouth water. Can this Jersey Devil convince the curvy baker to be his?

Motley Crewed Shifters

My inner Devil had been stuck on that particular one-word loop ever since I stepped foot inside the Devil’s Food Bakery this past Wednesday to pick up the order of cupcakes Mrs. O’Hare had apparently put in for me.


Did the old Witch know Penelope was mine? I had no idea.


But how fortuitous that my future mate had a certain affection for the very same characteristics that gave my kind our name.


I licked my lips, not listening to a word Emmet was saying.


“Max, I need you to pay attention,” the Wolf growled.


I flitted my gaze over to the plans the man had spread out across the dining room table. My stomach growled, and I frowned.


Ever since Mrs. O’Hare abandoned me, I’d been left to my own devices when it came to food.


I was so sick of peanut butter, frozen pizzas, and cold cuts. But eating was essential to a creature like me, and a hungry Devil was an ornery one.


I snarled at Emmet who held my glare for all of two beats before he averted his gaze.


Chapter NINE-MAX