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

“Goddamnit, Jed! Will you get Dolly Lou Who outta here!” Kian screeched, grabbing his ass where the goat head butted him a second time.


My Bear snarled as the sound of the Bull Shifter’s wails reverberated in the closed dairy barn. We were repairing some leaks we’d found on the roof, using a special sealant on the ceiling inside to finish up the job.


“Sorry, Kian. Dolly Lou is just a curious little thing, ain’t cha girl?” the old Prairie Dog Shifter replied, tossing a rope around the little goat’s neck, and tugging her outside.


This barn was for the dairy cows. The new one for the goats was located in the enclosed pasture next door. Cows and goats got along fine, but Jed spoiled his little girls, giving them free rein.


Personally, I was a fan of Dolly Lou, and any other goat who took issue with Kian. That obnoxious bovine was on my last nerve.


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