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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