Hungry Fur Love Returns: The Story Behind the Series

Every series starts with a spark. For me, Hungry Fur Love was born from one question: What if Curvy Witches and a bunch of growly Shifters collided in the most chaotic, magical Jersey town imaginable?

A lot of indie authors—myself included—dip our toes into shared worlds as a way to reach new readers and grow our audience.

So what exactly is a shared world? It’s when multiple authors write books set in the same universe, usually spun off from one author’s successful series. Think of it like being invited to play in someone else’s sandbox, with that author acting as the guiding hand (or small press) behind the project.

Hungry Fur Love first came to life as part of one of those shared worlds. And while I’ll always be grateful for the experience (and everything I learned along the way)… I can’t even tell you how excited I am to finally have my characters back in my own hands.

So, once I got my rights back, I did a thing. I relaunched this series with a Kickstarter to celebrate its arrival in both eBook and print formats. And not only that, but I was able to double the length of each story, bringing more detail and excitement to these witchy tales.

The result? Well, Castor’s Cove quickly grew into more than a setting—it’s become a home for many of my characters, and yes, there are some crossovers there as well!

It’s a place where mischief, mayhem, and fated mates rule the day. Readers fell hard for the small-town witchy chaos, the growly Shifters, and the women who bring them to their knees.

So, yes, these stories first popped out of my head a few years ago, but I couldn’t let them fade.

That’s why I’ve revamped them with new covers, extended content, and—drumroll, please—for the very first time, paperbacks!

✨ Hungry Like Her Wolf
✨ Hungry For Her Bear
✨ Hungry As Her Python

Three books. Three Shifters. Three women who never expected love to turn their world upside down.

📸 Here’s a peak at book 1, Hungry Like Her Wolf.

Snippet:

It all started when my car blew a gasket.

Or tore a belt.

Or snapped a mana-link cable.

Honestly, I had no idea what actually went wrong—some kind of garage-speak nonsense that made my eyes glaze over and my brain tap out.

All I knew was the engine hiccupped, coughed like a dying dragon, and gave up the ghost.

Suffice it to say my car glitched.

I was late for work at the start of the day, and everything went downhill from there.

Which was a shame, really. Because it was Thursday, and Thursdays were supposed to be my pre-weekend happy place.

I’d been looking forward to two blissful days of taste-testing Maribella’s newest bakery experiments—possibly featuring cursed cronuts—and getting a mani-pedi from Donny, who’d just received her latest shipment of enchanted nail polish.

I’d had my eye on a color called Purple Rain, allegedly inspired by La Befana herself.

According to Donny, the glittery concoction would turn your nails into reflective disco balls—mirror magic with extra sass.

I wanted it purely for the entertainment value.

Couldn’t hurt to blind a few political adversaries with fabulous fingertips.

Yeah, okay, it was a little dorky.

But what could I say? I was a sucker for shiny things and supernatural glam.

-Evie Castor, Mayor of Castor’s Corner

👉 Tell me in the comments: Will this be your very first trip to Castor’s Cove?

Stay tuned for a clip from book 2 next week!

del mare alla stella,
C.D. Gorri