Rebel’s Claw - Do Opposites
Attract?
Do Opposites Attract?
They
say opposites attract. In Rebel’s Claw,
my second Black Hills Wolves book, I pitted a werewolf shifter whose pack has
been killed off by ranchers with what else? A rancher. Throw in the fact that
Roark and Carrie are fated mates and you’ve got a real conflict. But while
sparks may sizzle in the short run, can direct opposites make it work long
term? The key is keeping an open mind and learning about each other. Clearly,
Carrie is unlike any rancher Roark has ever met, but their surprising shared
history might be their worst enemy.
Rebel’s Claw by Afton Locke
Revenge
never tasted sweeter
Release
Date: 26 June 2015
Publisher:
Decadent Publishing
Black
Hills Wolves series: http://www.amazon.com/gp/bookseries/B00X9R8CAG/kindle/ref=sr_bookseriesnull_B00X9R8CAG
Blurb
Roark
Archer’s Lamar Canyon Pack in Yellowstone has been decimated by ranchers and
hunters. Although the Tao pack in Los Lobos, South Dakota, has offered to
assimilate it, he cannot give up his heritage so easily. At least not until he
gets revenge against whoever killed his best friend, Jared, three years ago.
Recluse
Carrie Myers lives on the Wyoming cattle ranch her late father left her. One
fateful night changes her life forever, leaving her questioning her sanity. She
knows what she saw…or does she? Regardless, she’ll do anything to protect the
awful secret that has haunted her for the past three years.
When
fate brings Roark to Carrie’s doorstep, the connection between them is
undeniable. Determined to avoid commitment, they agree to give in to their unexplainable
attraction for one night. Will hatred consume this hell-raising shifter, or can
he learn love and forgiveness in the enemy’s arms?
Excerpt
(explicit)
Rebel’s
Claw - Copyright © Afton Locke, 2015
When his fingers tangled on the waistband of her
panties, her legs trembled and her cleft burned with need. For the first time,
she wished she owned lacy, feminine lingerie instead of boring, practical
underwear.
“These are so sexy,” he whispered as if reading
her mind. “So perfect on you.”
She gasped when his finger dipped under the white
fabric, probing and swirling over swollen flesh. Her head thrashed on the
pillow. Surely, she didn’t deserve such pleasure. With each caress, he promised
even more. Completely disconnected from reality, she hovered over an abyss.
Don’t let me
go.
She craved him every night, to make her forget
everything causing her pain. With an instinct of their own, her hips danced as
sinuously as a snake’s. His finger slipped inside, thrusting deep. If her
pleasure was electricity, he’d light her up for miles.
He grabbed her hand and pressed it to the
rock-hard bulge in his jeans. She shied away when he unzipped himself, but he
pressed his bare cock into her palm. Lord, she’d never felt anything so hot. So
alive. A trail of juice seeped from her core.
“Are you still sure you want to do this?” he
whispered in her ear.
Their chests bucked and swelled against each other
from their hard breathing. She felt as if she’d run the length of the ranch a
hundred times.
“Y-yes, Roark.”
“Then grab my wallet off the nightstand since
you’re closer to it.”
Her body tensed. He didn’t plan to pay her like a
prostitute, did he? Daddy definitely wouldn’t approve. He wouldn’t look kindly
on a one-night stand, either.
“There’s a condom in it,” he added.
When she twisted away from his hot skin, the
contrast of the cool air caused her to shiver. Clumsier than ever, she dropped
the wallet on the bed. It opened, revealing several pictures in plastic
sleeves. She couldn’t resist flipping through them. Did he have a girlfriend?
Hopefully not a wife. Hopping cow patties. She hadn’t even thought to ask about
that.
Too late to back out now.
The people were all ages and shared a similar look
to him, so she assumed they were family. She could hardly concentrate, with him
stroking her back and grinding his wonderful hardness against her buttocks.
“You’re taking too damn long,” he muttered against
her hair. “I’m about to take you, condom or not.”
“H-hold on a second,” she replied.
When she spotted the last picture, the heat in her
body turned to ice. She blinked, hoping she’d seen it wrong, but the image only
became clearer. Her mouth dropped open in horror as she stared at the face of a
reddish-haired man with a beard. Nausea twisted her gut while a lone coyote
howled in the distance. The remembered sensation of mud and blisters floated
across her hands….
Oh, dear Lord. It was him! The face of the
creature she’d killed.
Coming Soon
Deeper Than Perfect - 1970s time-travel
Author Bio
Afton
Locke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who prefers romantic fantasies to
everyday reality. Fantasies take her to different times, races, places, and
beyond. She lives with her husband, dog, several unnamed dust bunnies, and a
black cat that can be scary or cuddly, depending on the current book. When
she’s not writing, Afton enjoys hiking, cooking, crafts, and reading.
Where readers can find Afton
