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

“These cookies are the perfect dessert, Rosie Posie,” I said to the nonstop chatterbox.


“Really, Danny! Yay! I wanna be a baker like Aunt Penny when I grow up,” She said, and handed me another cookie before running off to watch the cartoon movie I set up for her in the living room after we both built a blanket and pillow fort.


Avery insisted on cooking dinner. And she managed a pretty damn amazing Fettuccini Alfredo with grilled pork chops and sauteed zucchini on the side.


If I wasn’t already in love with her, that meal alone would’ve done it.


I popped the cookie in my mouth and walked over to where she was loading the dishwasher. Reaching out for her, cause I just couldn’t seem to help it, I placed my hands firmly on her hips and pulled her to me, nuzzling her neck with my lips and nose.


“Fuck, you smell so good. Sweet like honey and spicy like habaneros. I could just swallow you whole, mate,” I murmured.


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