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Afton Locke: Cali’s Hurricane – Sensual Healing
Saturday, March 19th, 2016


Until Marvin Gaye sang about sexual healing, going to the doctor was anything but sexy. But taking off clothes, examining, touching, and even saving a life are right up the alley of love and steamy romance. Raise your hand if you ever “played doctor”.

I took a workshop in medical editing last spring, and it inspired me to write. Cali, the heroine of Cali’s Hurricane, told me she wanted to do more than cook. When the man she hates gets injured, she’s torn between turning her back on him and using her healing skills to save him. When it’s time for a sponge bath, she’ll have to get uncomfortably close.

Cali’s Hurricane by Afton Locke – Book #4 Oyster Harbor Series

Oyster Harbor ~ where passion and race collide

Release Date: 19 March 2016

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Despite the racial tensions brewing in Oyster Harbor in the 1930s, three interracial couples have found love. When a hurricane blows through, will hate finally be washed away or will it grow back stronger than ever?

Jonathan Carter, filled with hate from a childhood incident, cares only about keeping the Klan strong on the island. Cali Waters, still grieving for her husband who died from a Klan attack, longs to use her healing gift instead of being the Carter family cook. When a hurricane threatens the hospital Jon started to build, an injury puts his life in her hands and a chance to heal more than his flesh.

Jonathan’s sister, Mary, is tired of the sheltered existence she’s lived since being raped.  When Jimmy Clark, a black oyster shucker, rescues her during the hurricane, she heals from his gentle love. But if her brother finds out, both relationships will be put to a test fiercer than any storm.


Riders on the Storm – The Doors


King of Pain – The Police


Sexual Healing – Marvin Gaye


Excerpt (explicit)

Cali’s Hurricane – Copyright © Afton Locke, 2016

“Lock the door.”

She frowned and halted her movement. “Whatever for?”

“Cali, if you’d stop questioning everything, I wouldn’t have to give you so many orders.”

She left the cloth balled up on his belly. The sound of the lock clicking into place made him hard. When she returned to his side, she rinsed the cloth and stroked it down his legs. The sight of her skin—brown with a touch of gold—looked so perfect next to his. Made him look more alive. He was always too damn pale, especially now because of his injury.

“Ahem. You forgot an important spot.”

She glared at his jutting organ. “You can clean that yourself.”

“Not as well as you can.” He grasped her wrist and covered it with her palm. “Heal me, Cali.”

The pressure of her supple fingers through the thin cloth was gone too soon.

“Your chest needs healing. That other part of you seems healthy enough.”

“Everything is connected.” He commanded her with his eyes. “Besides, I know you want to.”

Her bottom lip quivered. “You’re nothing but evil, Jonathan Carter.”

His breath caught when she finally stroked the cloth down his length.

“Get rid of the rag,” he said. “I need to feel your healing touch.”

But she looked down and froze.

“And for God’s sake, don’t think about your late husband. You’re a vibrant, young woman in need of pleasure. Besides, he’s not here.”

“His spirit is always around me,” she whispered.

“No, it isn’t. We locked the door.” He rotated his hips under her hand even though it made his chest hurt like hell. “We deserve a little pleasure after that miserable night.”

“It was rough,” she agreed. “But you confuse me.”

“The feeling is mutual.” He sighed. “Are you going to wash me or not?”

Her slender shoulders rose and fell with a shrug. “I suppose a bath isn’t so evil.”

His head thrashed against the pillow as she cleaned him with a few swift strokes. Since she insisted on using the washcloth, he plucked it away. A spasm gripped his chest from the feel of her bare palm against his swollen flesh.

“Cali,” he gasped. “A little more.”

Wet and soapy, her hand skated across him. Closing his eyes, he imagined he was inside her instead. Someday, he would be. Strong, virile, and pinning her to the bed. Driving into her hard, over and over until she shattered.

A flash of blinding pleasure ripped through his balls before he could warn her.

“Oh!” she exclaimed when his seed coated her fingers. “The more I clean you, the dirtier you get.”

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One comment to “Afton Locke: Cali’s Hurricane – Sensual Healing”

  1. Afton Locke
    · March 19th, 2016 at 12:39 pm · Link

    Thanks for hosting me today! I’m having my own snow hurricane right here.

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