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Sadie's Surrender cover photo Sadie's Surrender

Genre: interracial historical erotic romance
Release Date: 16 May 2015 (Amazon preorder now)
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After her husband leaves her for another woman, Sadie Johnson feels unattractive. Unable to face a dreary future of shucking oysters and living with her critical mother, she dreams of being a businesswoman. But in 1936, opportunities for women of color in Oyster Island are limited.

An oysterman at heart, Henry Rockfield would rather sail than run the local branch of his brother’s oyster company. He’s not happy about belonging to the town Klan either, but he’ll do anything to keep the peace and help his family.

When sassy Sadie proves she can run the plant, he can’t resist putting her secretly in charge so he can return to the sea. But when desire resurrects a tragic mistake from his past, he learns business and pleasure are a dangerous mix. When racial conflict hits home, forcing them to choose between love and duty, will Sadie surrender?

Sadie's Surrender - Reviews

Night Owl Reviews - 4 stars

...Afton Locke did a wonderful job making Sadie and Henry come to life. The supporting characters also had very interesting plot lines…making me wonder what would come of them...

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Sadie's Surrender - "Nice" Excerpt (unedited)
Copyright © Afton Locke, 2015 - All Rights Reserved

“Just punish me and get it over with.” Her voice was so low he barely heard it. “I’m sure you have better things to do than hear about my life.”

“Tell me, anyway.”

She looked up, piercing him with her steady gaze. “Why do you care?”

Why did he? Was the attraction merely physical? Simply because he ached to unpeel that threadbare, cotton dress from her generous curves and lose himself in her deep-brown skin? To take the pins out of her hair and slide his fingers through it? To catch her full bottom lip between his teeth and taste her?

Rockfield Heavenly Oysters.He forced himself to read the label on the empty blue can sitting on one of the cabinets instead of her. It reminded him of his mission, which did not include undressing the staff.

He cleared his throat. “Because everyone deserves a fair trial.”

“You’re an unusual man, Mr. Rockfield.”

The desire in her eyes echoed his own, shooting so much blood below his waist, he almost fainted.

“Since you insist on knowing, I’m tired of shucking oysters. I want a better life for me and Mama.”

“I understand.”

He’d shucked enough oysters to know how miserable the task was, even for a short period of time. Doing it all day long, day after day, year after year must be hell. Maybe he should just shut down the whole damn plant, but people needed the jobs. Honest work was better than a life of beggary or crime, wasn’t it?

“I wanted to go to business school. Work in a nice, clean office like you.”

“Cleaner than this, I hope,” he said, pointing to the messy papers on his desk.

The heat collecting in his groin hovered there when a small smile flashed across her face.

“So I went to Baltimore yesterday in my Sunday best.” She pursed her lips. “And had doors slammed in my face.”

He wasn’t surprised given the way things were, but he admired her for being brave enough to try.

“I have a good mind,” she insisted in a strong, clear voice that sent ripples over his flesh. “I could do well in school and one of those office jobs.”

“I bet you could. You must be very frustrated.”

Without knowing why, he stood and approached her chair. He’d simply meant to say he was sorry, but she deserved more than patronizing words.

She needed help. Someone who gave a damn.

Darn her husband for leaving her for another woman. If he was still around, she’d be his problem, not Henry’s. Why had he asked her to show him a porthole into her wretched life? The less he knew about it, the easier it would be to ignore.

Too late for that. For better or worse, he was involved in Sadie Johnson’s life. Her struggles. Her problems. His.

The air vibrated with more electricity than a summer storm on the water. As if she sensed it, she stood and faced him. Before he knew it, he’d clasped her face with both hands and lowered his mouth to hers. He’d meant to give comfort but found it instead in the softness of her parted lips. She yielded to him so fully, he could hardly believe she was the same woman who’d thrown oysters in the weighman’s face.

Her cheeks, sticky with dried tears, warmed beneath his fingertips. A low groan ripped from his throat. He knew better than to lean against her body. If he did, he wouldn’t stop until he was inside her. With his heart thudding, he pulled himself away from her.

“Why did you do that?” she asked.

“Because you needed it.”

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Sadie's Surrender - "Naughty" Excerpt (unedited)
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Because one of them had to drive the boat, their passion couldn’t go any further. It was enough. Henry kissed and caressed her like he truly desired her. Anything more would complicate their lives.

His fingers dug into her backside, hungry and possessive. Her hips danced with the waves, pulling her hot, wet panties against her aching folds. The throb of the engine vibrated up each leg, straight to her clitoris. Her thighs trembled, desperate to spread and guide him into her soaked depths.

“I can smell your musk through the salt air.” He ground against her. “Do you have any idea how much I want to fuck you right now?”

She moaned against the wind. Her nipples hardened, stiff enough to bore holes through Leroy’s old shirt.

“We have to drive the boat. Besides, I’m sure you can find someone prettier and smaller when you decide to be with a woman again.”

“If you belittle yourself one more time, I’ll throw you overboard.” He grabbed her hand and placed it over his erection. “Besides, I’m not exactly small myself.”

Both her fingers and belly clenched as the craft crested a wave. A wild look burned from his dark blue eyes. With his wind-tossed, damp hair, he resembled a sea god. He definitely wasn’t small. His tall, muscular frame must weigh at least two hundred pounds, and the bulge in her hand wasn’t tiny, either. It would fill her up and then some.

She needed to see him completely nude someday, as he’d seen her.

To her surprise, he unbuttoned his trousers, releasing his rigid cock. When he rubbed it against her thigh, she trapped it under her palm. The pink flesh burned away the cold in her fingers. Hot fluid leaked down the shaft, lubricating her strokes.

“Oh, Sadie. God, Sadie,” he moaned, thrusting harder. “I’ve got to have you.”

His entire body bucked so hard, she feared they’d capsize.

Next, he unbuttoned her trousers and tugged them down. Her skin tingled with goose bumps against the cool air. She felt even more naked here than she had lying on his bed. Dare she surrender a second time?

“Henry, what are you doing?”

Instead of answering, he peeled off his poncho and draped it around their waists. Her pulse sped up. The man was out of control, and she loved it. Gasping, she gripped the steering wheel. He’d distracted her so much, they zig-zagged toward the shore instead of staying in the middle of the channel.

He palmed her buttocks and dragged the scorching head of his gorgeous cock across her. She figured he planned to rub himself against her again. Fine with her. His arousal excited her so much, she was a breath away from climaxing, too.

She moaned when the round head of his bare shaft slid across her folds.

“I think you’d better stop now, Henry!”

“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted this?” He groaned, his voice throbbing through her bones like the boat engine. “How long we’ve both wanted it?”

The head nudged her clitoris, massaging it back and forth.

“Henry!” Sobbing, she clenched the wheel. “You have to stop. For one thing, you’re not wearing a—”

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