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 wince as Mrs. Reardon’s voice cuts through the noise for the third time in as many minutes.


“Sorry, Mrs. Reardon!” I call back, already reaching for the tap.


She’s one of our Monday night regulars, part of Dry Creek’s rowdy, but lovable Over-Fifty Bowling League.


Honestly, they’re the highlight of my week.


Tall, golden-haired, broody-as-hell Kian O’Malley, with those eyes that see too much and lips that know exactly how to ruin a woman in the best way.


Just thinking about it now has my damn heartbeat racing like I just ran a mile in heels.


I bite my lip as I pour too fast and create a mountain of foam.


Chapter EIGHT-ARLISS