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

Without telling Penelope, the beautiful normal I just fucked on the hallway floor, anything about what I really was, I accidentally claimed her.


I mean, I had already planned on doing that. But only after I’d explained about supernaturals, Jersey Devils, and fated mates.


I watched the rise and fall of her chest addictively as she slept in my bed. Our bed now. And I knew it was my new favorite form of entertainment. Watching her sleep.


My Devil stirred beneath my skin. That part of me that had been so close to losing to the darkness merged with my innate powers. It flexed and contracted. I felt different now.


I pushed aside my fears and lay beside my mate. Penelope was so damn pretty. My eyes traced her features, so relaxed in slumber, and I huffed, as completely dazzled as I was by her.


Chapter EIGHTEEN-MAX