Friday, March 27, 2020

Find Me ~ go off the grid with Rodney

Find Me, the sequel to Follow Me, releases tomorrow! Ready to go "off the grid" with Rodney?




Weary of climbing the corporate ladder to care for her aging hippie parents, Dee Dobson marches in a rally. When violence erupts, Rodney Walker, lead singer of Breeze, comes to her rescue. Their dramatic picture hits the papers, but an interracial relationship is out of the question for both their careers.

Between a long-distance concert tour, her endless overtime, and his racist brother, Jack, they struggle to build a future from their powerful connection. When a senator pursues Dee and helps her run for political office, things get even more complicated.


But their biggest obstacle is Jack. As a Southern gentleman, Rodney values family above all else. Due to a long-buried secret, he always gives his brother the benefit of the doubt, a decision that could cost him and Dee everything.



Excerpt:
copyright Afton Locke 2020 

She leaned back in his arms, a serene smile on her lips. “It’s so peaceful here.”
"It’s also my favorite place.” He gazed up at the moss hanging from the trees. “When I die, my spirit will probably hang around in the swamp.”
She shivered, vibrating the boat. He felt it, too. A sudden chill, even though the air felt just as hot and heavy as it had a minute ago.
“Dee,” he whispered. Her lips were so close. Kiss her already. Hadn’t he done that and more to too many groupies to count?
“I’ve got one!”
He felt it, too. The rod quivered in their hands, making every muscle in his body vibrate, along with it.
“We’ll bring it in together,” he whispered.
He guided her hands through every movement until the fish flopped on the bottom of the boat. The peace had been broken. Poles clattered and fell with a crash, water droplets splashed in their faces, and the boat dipped dangerously low to one side.
“It’s a channel catfish,” he said.
“What are we going to do with it?” she squealed.
A serious feeling settled over him. “Send it back.”
“Oh, okay.” When she reached for it, he stopped her.
“We have to do it gently, to minimize its stress.”
He snatched an old rag from the side of the boat and used it to grasp the fish. Once he had it, he lowered it close to the surface of the water before releasing it. Then he held his breath as some bubbles rose to the surface.
“Did he make it?” she asked, anxiously peering over the side.
“I think so. Otherwise, he’d be floating.”
“That was fun,” she said.
“You made it fun.” He pulled her onto his lap again. Then he slid her sunglasses off to see her beautiful eyes.
“Rodney, I know you’re a southern gentleman and all, but if you don’t kiss me soon, I’m going to lose my mind.”
He yanked off their hats and threw them somewhere into the boat. “Part of being a gentleman is knowing the right time and place.”
And knowing when a private moment should be grabbed, because there may never be another.
“Is this it?” she asked.
He tilted her chin with his index finger and ran the tip of his tongue over her bottom lip. She squirmed in his lap, exhaling a moan before he locked his arms around her and claimed the rest of her mouth.
“You tell me.”



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Saturday, August 10, 2019

Need to let loose? Get Indulge Me by Tina Donahue

Indulge Me, Tina Donahue's latest release, is too hot to miss!



Blurb:

Nothing forbidden…nothing held back.

Lissa prefers reading to cutting loose, but is willing to do whatever it takes to get the juiciest assignments for her job at a major travel magazine. Her chance finally arrives. She’s set to experience a posh Caribbean resort, a dream article and review except for one huge problem. It’s the anything goes theme week where nudity is expected and lusty hook-ups make threesomes look downright tame. Holy Hell. What has she gotten herself into?

Precisely what resort owner Jon Thorne thinks. Tall, dark, and luscious, he fears the randy male guests will eat her alive, resulting in a lousy review. His only option is to serve as her guide for every decadent delight from nude body painting to Dom’s Den where submission and punishment rule. Unless she wants to call the whole thing off…

And lose her chance with him, plus give up this gig? Dream on. Tempted beyond anything she’s known, she matches his passion and then some, surprising him during a sexy adventure like no other.






ADULT Excerpt:

A mole graced her temple, which he hadn’t noticed before, along with three barely visible freckles on her nose. He liked both and met her gaze.
She held his.
The air calmed, and sounds faded. Everything surrounding them drifted away.
His heart beat wildly. He cupped her face, unable to help himself.
She stilled, her lips parting.
An invitation he couldn’t accept. It was lunacy. They were only playing at this. He should take her to the hardcore attractions so she’d flee, as he wanted, rather than focusing on her softness surrounded by his strength, or her heat increasing his.
Leave. Bring her somewhere else. Convince her to go home.
He stepped away from the fence, taking her with him, then touched his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue inside.
God.
His skin tingled. She tasted clean and pepperminty, her own unique flavor indescribable, beating out the others.
Lost in her warmth and scent, he slipped his arm around her waist and held her close, kissed her deep, and forgot about everything else.

***

Shocking delight tore through Lissa, her heart turning over. She melted into Jon, hungry for whatever he desired, eager to sate her own need.
Brisk ocean air pushed against her, urging her closer to him, her strained breaths mingling with his.
Now this was a vacation. No. An adventure she never believed she’d experience.
Intoxicated by his size and heat, she wreathed her arms around his shoulders, loving his bristly cheeks rasping hers.
He held her firmly, yet gently, subduing his exquisite strength.
She loved him like this, but wouldn’t have minded if he’d turned savage, too, demanding everything. Sagging against him, she delivered herself to pleasure.
A low growl poured from deep within his chest, making it quiver against hers, signaling his appreciation at what they did. He angled his mouth for greater penetration, and she followed his lead as she’d promised in his office.
Oh hell, she surpassed it, her pulse racing.
Growing greedy then bold, she pushed his tongue from her mouth and slipped hers into his, desperate to taste his incomparable flavor: clean and bearing a sweetness she had to have.
Powerful and eager sounds poured from him.
There wasn’t a thing in the world better than that. If she could have made her own noises, she would have but was too breathless.
A sudden gust battered them, the wind tugging her pants, exposing her.
He cupped her bare butt cheek.
Her heart leaped at his intimate touch, then beat triple time.
He squeezed her ass, leaving heated bursts in his wake, and stroked her thong.
Moisture seeped from her pussy. It ached, wanting his cock inside, stretching and using her while she indulged in his lust, matching it with her own.
She struggled to get closer, but couldn’t. Damn. They were already as near as two people could be. She wrapped her leg around his.
His frenzied kiss grew tender and exploring.
Undone by its power, she surrendered further, the world whirling around them. She clung to him for support, never wanting this to end.



About Tina:

Tina is an Amazon and international bestselling novelist who writes romance for every taste – ‘heat with heart’ – for traditional publishers and indie. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic novels were Readers' Choice Award winners. Another three were named finalists in the EPIC competition. One of her erotic contemporary romances was chosen Book of the Year at the French review site Blue Moon reviews. The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for one of her erotic romances. Two of her titles received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition. Another two won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Before penning romances, she worked at a major Hollywood production company in Story Direction.

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Sunday, August 4, 2019

Follow Me for the hottest alpha ever

Where were you in the summer of ‘69? Picketing, peacemaking, or falling under the spell of a magic man?



The day Adele Robbins turns eighteen, she flees her mother’s house to escape her lewd stepfather. She aspires to help people, but for now she simply needs a roof over her head. When she stumbles over a generous—and sexy as all get-out—hippie playing guitar on the street, she grabs at the chance for a temporary refuge.

While replacing the family he lost to tragedy as a child, Jeremy Dobson also plans to make the world a better place. Recruiting new followers should be easy, but one headstrong woman threatens to upset all his plans.


Unpeeling the layers of this unusual man makes Adele wonder if she’s jumped from the frying pan straight into the fire. She refuses to be a doormat like her mother, but Jeremy’s magnetism is a force not to be trifled with. When he beckons her to the edge to pursue their mission, will she follow?

Excerpt:
Until the door closed, Adele didn’t dare move. Instead, Jeremy flung it wide open.
“Get off him,” he bit out.
The barely controlled fury in his voice filled her with a thrill with fear close on its heels. The man should have a high-voltage warning label on his forehead.
“I’m just following your orders, master,” she said sweetly.
After he ripped the sheet from their bodies, exposing their jeans, he frowned but let out a shaky breath.
“You disobeyed me,” he told her.
Adele scrambled off Denny who jumped up and grabbed his shirt. “You recruit your way, and I’ll recruit mine.”
“I-I didn’t touch her,” Denny told Jeremy, his eyes round and wide. “In fact, I’m going to split, okay?”
Jeremy, looking wild-eyed himself, shook his head so hard his long hair danced above his shoulders. “Don’t leave, man. In fact, I told her to pleasure you so you’d stay here.”
“Oh, well…um…I’m going to crash on the sofa.” Denny dropped his gaze as he slunk out the bedroom door and closed it.
Jeremy jammed his hands on his hips. “You disobeyed me,” he repeated.
“I heard you the first time,” Adele said as she put her blouse back on. “I’m not some whore you can pimp out.”
He paced around the bed. “You have a duty to help recruit new members.”
“You should have thought of that before you slept with me.” She headed to the closet to pack. “This place is not my scene. It’s high time I left.”
“And where will you go, Adele?” He rocked on his heels. “Out in the cruel racist world where you’ll be treated like a second-class citizen the rest of your life?”
She paused and squeezed her eyes shut. “I’d still have more dignity out there than being a whore here.”
“Then why didn’t you tell me you had a problem with your assignment?” he asked. “Why lie on top of the guy with your blouse off?”
She shrugged. “The same reason you did it with Mindy, I suppose. How did it feel, Jeremy, seeing me that way?”
He stepped forward until he was so close she could feel his body heat. “I think you’ve forgotten who’s in charge here. Maybe you need to be taught a lesson.”
His words sent a shiver of fear and desire through her. “Don’t you get it?” she whispered. “I can’t be with anyone but you.”
He grabbed her arms and pulled her against him so suddenly she gasped. “I dig it, sweetheart, and your loyalty is wonderful. But you still have to be punished.”
She rolled her eyes, chasing away the tender feeling she’d just had. “What am I, a child?”
“No, but you must trust and follow me one hundred percent.” He held her at arm’s length and gave her a gentle shake. “The journey you’re taking with me won’t always be easy. Your obedience may come down to life and death someday.”
Ice filled her veins. “You’re scaring me.”
“Put your fears in me,” he said as he reached for her waist and unzipped her jeans.
Desire rolled through her so hard, her knees buckled.
I think I’m going to like being punished.

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Monday, February 11, 2019

Afton Locke is at the #Crossroads with Look Into My Eyes


When Gina and Ryan meet at the crossroads, will they step across for love?

Look Into My Eyes (Paranormal Romance)

Single mother Gina Cole will do anything for her daughter. She even accepts a hospice assignment to improve her chances at getting a promotion. But caring for a terminally ill patient stirs up painful memories and guilt about her late husband.

Ryan Atlee, disillusioned by his failed business, has stopped caring whether or not he gets a new kidney. But when an irresistible hospice volunteer battles her deepest fear to open her heart to him, he wants to live.

The threat of death casts a shadow on their newfound love, but anything can happen at the crossroads—if they dare to step across.

Setting: Leesburg, Virginia, and beyond…

Characters:


Ryan Atlee

He needs a kidney, not sympathy. He had a dream once. Followed it. Failed miserably. Now, he just wants to R.I.P. He only needs hospice for helping out around the house. Anything to get his crappy brother out of his life. No attachments. And, God forbid, not love. Because the end is the end, right?


Gina Cole

She needs a promotion at work to make a better life, including a real home, for her daughter. Anything to keep them from growing so far apart. When her husband passed away, it tore up their lives too, and they just need to get back on track. Why did she have to take a hospice assignment to get ahead at work? And why does he have to be so heart-stoppingly handsome? And proud? Most of all, why does he have to die?

Unless, that workshop about spirits is true…and the end is not an end, but a beginning.

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Saturday, December 1, 2018

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Saturday, September 15, 2018

Jamaican Vibration - mfm menage

Jamaican Vibration ~ m/f/m menage


releases 9/22/18
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Jamaican-Vibration-mfm-menage-romance-ebook/dp/B07H2M1CNL
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/jamaican-vibration/id1435105417

“We can’t have a real family on tour.”
“I can’t give up Caribbean Climax, even for family.”
“And I can’t give up Jonathan.”

But what would she have to give up, to keep him?

Blurb
Having grown up in foster care, Latasha looks forward to a stable happily-ever-after with K.C., her Jamaican boyfriend. But his band, Caribbean Climax, is flat broke. When Jonathan Lance, CEO of Third Mountain Coffee, propositions her for one paid night of ecstasy, she does it for her and K.C.’s future.

Jonathan has admired Latasha from afar since the day he met her, but his company comes first. His father, who controls part of it, would never approve of an interracial relationship. After the business transaction, however, emotional ties remain, and Latasha is torn between two men who differ in every way.

And when the unthinkable happens, will her choice be easier—or impossible?


sequel to Jamaican Temptation

Excerpt (Jamaican Vibration - copyright Afton Locke 2018)
“Would losing your precious company really be the end of the world?” She crossed her arms. “Couldn’t you work for someone else? Over half the people on this island would be happy to have a regular job. Including me.”
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. “You’re right. Latasha, I’m sorry.”
“If you’re so uptight about the interracial thing, why did you enter into a relationship with K.C. and me? A ménage would really freak the old man out. Am I wrong?”
“I don’t know. It just felt easy. Less pressure on me. Safer than a one-on-one relationship.”
She huffed out a breath. “Safer? That’s funny. I don’t feel safe at all. I’ve got two men, and today I find out neither one really wants me because of their precious careers.”
Their server appeared. “Would you care for some dessert?”
“No, thank you,” she replied, standing so abruptly she bumped the table. “I’ve lost my appetite.”
The waiter laid down the check and scurried off as if sensing trouble.
Jonathan stood, too, and placed a restraining hand on her arm. “Latasha, calm down. Please don’t make a scene.”
“Don’t worry,” she said in a low voice. “I wouldn’t dream of staining your precious white reputation.”
After Jonathan paid the check, she managed to leave the restaurant with dignity. It would be the last time she ever shared a meal with mister white supremacist.
“Take me home,” she said when they reached his SUV.
He opened the door for her. “I thought we’d go to my place for a while. You can even spend the night if you want.”
She hopped onto the leather seat, which felt softer than melted butter against her thighs. “Why? So you can enjoy my body in private and tell your father I’m just a hired hand?”
He closed her door and got in on the driver’s side. “Latasha, be reasonable. Making love is a private act. It would be good for us to try it without K.C.”
“K.C.,” she spat. “He’s probably doing some groupie right now. You know what? I hate both of you.”
“Do you, now?” He chuckled as he set his key fob on the center console. “Then show me.”
She glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”
“You’re right. I’m a selfish bastard, just like my father. Show me how much you hate me.”
He breathed hard, fogging the windows, which were already privacy tinted and spotted with rain. She replied by gripping the lapel of his jacket and squeezing until it crumpled in her fist.
“You’re ruining my suit,” he said, not sounding put out about it at all.
“To hell your suit, and your precious money.” She gave it a tug, which pulled his face closer to hers.

While rain tapped the windshield, his gaze bored into hers—igniting her from limb to limb. She kissed the mouth that had been so serious and grim all evening. She kissed it hard. Until her own lips crushed against her teeth from the pressure.



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Sunday, March 25, 2018

Mission of Pleasure

Will Zenda choose her tribe or pleasure?



Blurb
Gavin Douglas joins a Scottish mission as a carpenter to escape painful memories of his wife’s death from a back-alley abortion she tried to keep secret from him. The last thing he expects to find in Africa is instant attraction to a native.

For the past year, Zenda has devoted her time to Claymore Missionary, secretly erasing everything taught to her tribe’s children to prevent them from becoming whitewashed. Nothing else matters except claiming her tribal identity as a woman. But before her eagerly awaited rite of passage can take place, Gavin lays his own claim on her body, igniting desires she can’t face losing.

Gavin is horrified to learn of the physical transformation—and associated risks—she insists on undergoing. When he realizes his biggest loss may be yet to come, his only mission is to teach Zenda pleasure.


Daughters of Africa ~ African women who shaped the world and the men who love them

Excerpt (erotic)
To his utter shock, Zenda grabbed the hem of her robe and lifted it up her legs and torso. Dumbstruck, he watched as it sailed over her head and landed neatly onto the nearest rock. Nothing remained on her body except her necklace and a brief loincloth.
Fully revealing her breasts. Tipped on the ends with nipples as dusky as soot, they made the most perfect picture he’d ever seen. A sudden weight pressed against his whirlygigs until he feared they might explode.
How could a girl who’d shied away from kissing flaunt her bare breasts as if they were no different than her elbows? He clearly had a lot to learn about Africans…
To cool his burning crotch, he waded in with her. Remembering the mission rules and the boy with the spear, he decided to leave his clothes on. Besides, he didn’t know what kind of sharp-toothed creatures might be lurking in the murky-brown pool.
Her chest looked even lusher with rivulets of water forming pearly webs across her dark skin. She couldn’t expect him not to touch her. The calm surface of the pond rippled as he scampered across the moss-slickened rocks underfoot.
She backed up a step, much more gracefully than he. When her eyes widened, he almost glanced over his shoulder to see if a lion crouched nearby. Until he realized the creature she feared was him. A dragonfly landed on her shoulder, flexing its lacy wings, ready to fly away at any moment.
What was she trying to do? Lure him into doing something that might get him into trouble? He’d broken the mission’s anti-lust rule today many times over. After all, he was a white man, the enemy. And she’d made it clear she didn’t care for the whites moving into her land and changing everything.
But a man had only so much self-control, and his had just run out. After locking an arm around her waist, he pulled her body into his and clamped his mouth on the peak of one breast. The dragonfly darted off, buzzing past his head.
Her sharp grunt raised the hair on his arms. Because he didn’t know if she’d done it from fear or pleasure. And what really shocked the hell out of him? He didna care.
She dug her fingernails into the back of his wet shirt as he sucked the other firm peak between his lips. His jaw convulsed, causing him to nick her puckered flesh with his teeth. She grunted again and churned the water into a frenzy with her flailing limbs.
He backed her against a half-submerged mangrove tree, grinding her soft pelvis against the curved root until the latter creaked and damn near snapped. He tugged on his belt, a heartbeat away from releasing his cock and spearing her with it.
Good God. I’m acting like a savage beast!
How could they exchange prayers about trees one moment and end up this way the next? He had no idea he’d been carrying around such pent-up needs. Never before had he felt such burning lust for any woman—of any color. Maybe he’d better head back to port and find a place where he’d be safer and saner. A place with no women.
With a wrench, he pulled himself from her. She wasted no time throwing herself at him, like a cougar leaping from a tree branch, until he fell into the water.
Sputtering, he surfaced for air. “What the hell did you do that for?”
She cradled her hardened, wet nipples in her pale palms, which didna slake his lust one damn bit.
“Y-you attacked me!”
“And you asked for it,” he said, still gasping from the water he’d choked on below. “Parading around in front of me half naked.”
She gazed down at her upturned breasts, understanding dawning on her face.
“Where I come from, lassie, you’re indecently exposed.”

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Mission-Pleasure-Daughters-Africa-Book-ebook/dp/B07BD58KWW/
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