I
always have fun finding titles for my books. In Rebel’s Claw, my second Black Hills Wolves book, the hero had a
missing claw. It became the icon for the whole story. Roark is also a
hell-raising shifter. When I thought of bad boys, the James Dean film Rebel Without a Cause sprang to mind.
Some title drafts included: Rebel Without a Claw, Rebel With Claws, The Rebel’s
Claw, and finally Rebel’s Claw.
Rebel’s
Claw by Afton Locke
Revenge never tasted sweeter
Release Date: 26 June
2015
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
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.
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.
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