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

It was an unseasonably warm night. Dry too. Just perfect for a Holiday Film Festival at the drive-in.


Yes, I lucked out with the weather. But that was just one of the blessings I was counting for myself as I worked beside Emmet at the snack stand. I already sent George and his brothers to check cars in, and direct parking, and get the projector ready.


The gangly teens couldn’t stop staring at the big, tatted up cowboy who showed up with a ready kiss for me, declaring he was mine to do with as I pleased so I might as well put him to work.


My cheeks hurt from grinning as I watched Emmet lean over to grab the bag of popcorn kernels from the floor. He poured them into the machine effortlessly, but it was the lean that did it for me.


He looked hot as hell in his tighter than tight thermal shirt and his jeans molded to his muscular thighs and buttocks. Every time he moved it sent ripples of awareness pulsing through me.


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