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

 I knew his intentions only a split second before his lips came down on mine, and then I was lost to the sensation of Max Leeds kissing the hell out of me while holding me with his big hands wrapped around my throat and his hard body pressed against mine.


He was so big. So strong. I knew he had to be crouched down because of our height difference for this to work. But it wasn’t a big concern.


All I knew was this man was kissing me, and it was every bit as good as last night. Even better.


I frowned and ducked my head, ending the kiss. Max pressed his forehead to mine.


“What is it, Sugarplum? I thought you had fun last night. And you sure don’t seem to mind kissing me now,” he said softly.


Well, as softly as a guy like him could get. His voice had this rough and tumble quality. Deep, seductive, and delicious, and it only got more gravelly as time went on.


“Did you have fun last night?” I asked.


Chapter SEVENTEEN-PENELOPE