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Cali's Hurricane cover photo Cali's Hurricane

Genre: interracial historical romance
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.

Cali's Hurricane - Reviews

Night Owl Reviews - 4 stars

The concept of “Cali’s Hurricane” was great…taking someone who doesn’t really know how to love and showing them what love is. We see the changes of Jonathan Carter as the story progresses and how far he will go to prove to Cali that he is a changed man. ...Overall, this book has a very interesting plot and flowing dialogue. Those who like historical romances will enjoy this read.

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Cali's Hurricane - "Nice" Excerpt
Copyright © Afton Locke, 2016 - All Rights Reserved

“Jon, look out!”

But he didn’t hear Cali soon enough. The projectile slammed into his spine, knocking him against the corner of the building. His neck caught on metal sheeting, which ripped open his flesh. Despite the heavy rain, red bloomed from the gash with alarming speed. His gray eyes widened before he lurched toward the ground.

She tripped over her feet as she rushed to his side to break his fall. “Lean on me. We have to get you inside.”

Her small body staggered under his weight as she half dragged and half walked him into the structure. She risked injuring him more by moving him, but he needed warmth and shelter to survive the shock. After finding the nearest clean patch of floor, she eased him down to it.

Blood already soaked the collar of his white shirt, and his skin was paler than a sheet of ice. If she didn’t do something—and quickly—Jonathan Carter would die.

For a few moments, Cali froze, staring at his life bleeding away. The most bigoted man on Oyster Island was in her hands. If he died, the hatred here would end with him. No more crosses burned on Crab Creek.

Ernest’s face popped into her mind—bloodshot eyes, cheeks lined with pain, and lips cracked from the ragged breaths he took. The Klan had whipped him for hours, turning his entire back into a slab of raw meat.

Jonathan writhed on the rough wooden floor, clutching his neck with a shaky hand.

“I should let you die,” she whispered, not quite loud enough for him to hear.

A shuddering sigh swept through her, making her totter on her feet. The spirits had spoken. She couldn’t let anyone die. The healer in her wouldn’t allow it. Besides, she’d seen good sides of the man. Granted, there weren’t many, but the hospital would benefit Oyster Harbor for years. Mary had already been through so much. Losing the brother who loved her might finally send her over the edge.

Kissing him had forged its own bond. One she’d rather not admit.

His eyelashes fluttered. “H-help me.”

Her body flew into movement all at once as if breaking out of a shell. Because it was handiest, she pulled off the kerchief from her head, folded it, and pressed it into his cold, quivering grip, which she guided to his neck.

“Can you hold this in place while I find some supplies?”

He obeyed, but when she leaned close to help him, she discovered his breaths came too fast. They sounded like sandpaper.

“Does your chest hurt, Jonathan?” she asked.

His wheezy grunt and cough were answer enough. Hitting the building must have broken a rib…and punctured his lung.

Pneumothorax. The fancy word from one of Dr. Green’s books popped into her mind. It meant collapsed lung. Jonathan needed a hospital so he could get a chest x-ray, oxygen, and antibiotics.

She peered out at the destruction wrought by the hurricane and winced. The roads were too flooded for driving. Leaving Jon’s side to find help would be risky. Most people had evacuated Oyster Harbor, including the doctor, most likely. Given her healing skills, Jon had the best chance right here, under her care.

Cali had always wanted to do medical work in the new hospital, but not this way. Like it or not, her biggest test had arrived.

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Cali's Hurricane - "Naughty" Excerpt
Copyright © Afton Locke, 2016 - All Rights Reserved

“Mary came down here for sweets. Was I supposed to turn her away?”

“I suppose not.” He paused, as if thinking it through. “From now on, you’ll set dessert out in the dining room at nine o’clock.”

“Yes, sir,” she said again. “And what are you doing down here? Did you want some dessert, too?”

The anger in his face vanished, leaving behind a small smile and flicker of heat in his eyes.

“I came to—” He blinked as if he’d forgotten what he was going to say. “Well, something sweet might be nice.”

When she turned her back to cut him a piece of cake, he stepped behind her. She heard the footsteps, slow and heavy. Then his even breaths, which came a little too fast. Most of all, she felt his heat.

Nerves in her body—nerves which had lain dormant for years—sprang to life. Heat flared down the length of her cleft. It obviously didn’t give a damn about Jonathan’s sour character. He was a man. And he was…holy crawfish…hard. A fine ridge of manhood pressed into her backside.

And it felt so deliciously good, she could hardly catch her breath.

She dropped the knife. “Mr. Carter, I could fix you a plate much easier if you’d give me a little room to work.”

But he didn’t move. Instead, he tugged the yellow kerchief covering her head. She gripped the counter as the fabric gave way. Her nipples hardened despite the shock and anger marching down her spine.

“I’m warning you, Mr. Carter. Take your hands off me.”

The kerchief fluttered to the counter, and her long hair dropped to her shoulders. How dare he! She always covered her hair in public. He might as well have stripped her entire body naked.

He leaned close to her ear. “Or what?”

Quit! She didn’t know who said it—Ernest, Thelma, or the spirits. No job was worth being treated this way, but the lust roaring through her veins numbed her lips. Why was it so strong? Did the hatred between them fuel it?

He gripped her shoulders. “We want each other, Cali.”

She gasped a lungful of air as bone-wrenching desire shot through her, soaking her step-in panties. The muscles in her legs quivered, fighting the urge to melt against him. If Ernest could see her now, he’d turn over in his grave. Jonathan Carter wasn’t just a bigoted white man. He was a Klan leader.

Like the one who’d given her husband his heart attack. No, the Louisiana brethren hadn’t murdered her husband, but they might as well have shot him point blank. They’d taken his life. Hers, too, because this wasn’t living.

How could she long to rub herself against this man like an alley cat on the prowl? Tears streamed down her cheeks. She couldn’t pick a worse way to betray Ernest’s memory. As soon as strength returned to her muscles, she wrenched herself from Jonathan’s grip—so hard she bumped into the nearest wall.

“Let’s get something straight, Mr. Carter. I will never want you.”

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