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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, 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, reading, and watching retro T.V.
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Suddenly, he realized Zenda had disappeared. And he knew exactly where she’d gone.
He bolted to his feet, knocking over his chair, but his boots froze to the dusty ground. He couldn’t stop her. Couldn’t change her. If he tried, she would hate him for it. He stood there, breathing hard with his fists clenched. Cameron looked at him as if he’d gone mad or violently ill. Maybe he had.
“Good heavens, Gavin,” Martha exclaimed, “are you all right?”
“Yes,” he lied when he found his voice. “I’m going inside. I have a lot of praying to do.”
But after he entered the dormitory, he rushed out the back door and ran toward the tribal village. Where the McTavishes couldn’t see him, he stopped at the baobab tree where he’d first explored Zenda’s perfect flesh.
He gripped the trunk then pulled away hard, until the bark and small branches ripped into his hands.
I have to stop her!
Then he ran a few more yards and gripped the next tree, banging his hand against it until blood flowed. If he wasn’t careful, he’d no longer be able to build things. If he tried to stop her, she would simply sneak away to do it later. Interfering would only push her closer to the awful deed.
Even if she did do it, he wouldn’t stop wanting her. As long as she didn’t marry anyone else. Maybe—just maybe—if he left her alone. Gave her the freedom to decide. She’d choose him. And pleasure.