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

“So, you met a girl you think your Wolf likes. You beat up her ex. Then you took her to feed goats? Like, for real?” Kian asked, scratching his stupid head.


“What kind of date is that? Feeding goats?” Dante replied with a question of his own.


“That wasn’t the date. That was before our date. I mean, we were supposed to go out to eat,” I mumbled, feeling all out of sorts.


“Shit. No wonder she said no to you after that. Never met a woman who let me touch her boobies after taking her to feed goats,” Kian muttered.


“She let you touch her boobies?” Dante asked, eyebrows sky high.


“No! Fuck. I didn’t try that!” I shouted.


“Is something wrong with her boobies?” Kian seconded.


Demon snarled. I closed my eyes and forced the beast down, praying to the gods for patience.


“Oh my fuck. Look, just shut the fuck up about her boobies, alright?!” I snapped, trying to rein in my angry animal.


Why did I tell these imbeciles anything?


Chapter SEVEN-EMMET