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 was already hot on my mate’s trail when the shade found me. Her ethereal voice crept into my brain with all the delicacy of a banshee screeching.


I held my ears and fell to the ground, but she quieted her tone and pointed, showing me with images a scene I wished to never witness again a million times. But that was horseshit because I needed to see it at least once more. To save my sweet Angel.


The second I’d smelled my ex-Alpha’s son’s pitiful excuse for musk, I told Max who seemed to have already had the Shifter Council on speed dial.


Turned out that Enforcer I once upon a time told to challenge the Alpha for leadership of the Pack, finally took my advice, albeit belatedly.


He killed old Alpha Winters and banished his son, taking over the Winter Falls Pack and renaming them the New Hope Pack. That was fucking great, only he forgot to keep tabs on the Wolves he forced into exile. And now they were here. Hunting mine.


Chapter TWENTY-FOUR-EMMET