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 haven’t liked it since she kissed my cheek this morning, promised she’d be careful, and walked into that damn school like it was just another Wednesday.


Like her psychotic ex isn’t out there somewhere plotting gods-know-what.


Like she isn’t carrying my fucking soul in that beautiful, fragile human body.


But Casey insisted she needed to work today.


Finish charts for the kids who rely on her for meds.


Leave things better than she found them, because that’s the kind of woman she is.


And I admire the hell out of that—her grace, her strength.


Just like I admire the fact that my woman is practically a damn doctor.


We haven’t talked in detail yet about what she wants next, career-wise, but it doesn’t matter. Whatever Casey decides, I’m one hundred percent behind her.


If she wants to pick back up where she left off before that bastard hijacked her life, then that’s what she’ll do. No question.


Chapter TWENTY-TWO-ZEKE