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

What the hell were Avail and our grandmother thinking getting me into this mess?


I was killing myself out here and I still didn’t have a clue just what the hell I was doing in North Bumblefuck, aka Dry Creek, New Jersey.


Name any body part, and I could guarantee it was aching.


Supernaturals, in general, tended to be more physically robust than our normal counterparts.


How-fucking-ever, I was not an overly physical man. I mean, sure I had muscles. But those were mostly from what I am, not what I did on the daily.


Over the past week, I’d used more muscles than I even knew I had.


I admit it. I was stuck, feeling foul as all get, and in a right nasty mood.


Chapter FIVE-MAX