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Nov 22, 2014

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Witches' Waves
by Teresa Noelle Roberts
Duals and Donovans: The Different Book Four

Witches' WavesThe ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.

Long held captive as the Agency’s secret weapon—a blind witch with visions—Meaghan has come to a line she refuses to cross. Rather than betray the infant “child of five bloods” to the Agency’s scientists, she chooses death. Except when she throws herself into the ocean, she doesn’t die. Her repressed water magic comes to life.

When the sodden, delirious witch drifts into Kyle’s arms, his otter dual instincts tell him to get her to the Donovans as fast as possible. Even though one particular surfer-dude Donovan broke his heart.

Declan Donovan continually kicks himself for pushing Kyle away, but his touchy combination of water, earth and lightning magic is too volatile, and Kyle wanted more than Deck was ready to give.

When they come together to help Meaghan control her new magic, it leads the Agency straight to the child of five bloods. They’ll have to dive head-first into total trust—in their magics, in themselves and in each other—to save the child and stop the Agency once and for all.

Warning: Contains an oceanful of sex between an ethereal blind heroine who swears like a pissed-off Marine, an overly serious otter shifter, a would-be beach bum who may be descended from a Norse god, in permutations as fluid as the sea – and themes of abuse and recovery.

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance
Content/Theme(s): Ménage, MMF, Shifters, Witches, Magic, Suspense
Release Date: November 18, 2014
Samhain Publishing
Excerpt, About the series & More

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About the series
Welcome to an America where the non-human Different and magically gifted humans live among ordinary people. Witches are both feared and honored, but shape-shifting duals are treated as second-class citizens.

The Agency, a government agency that’s supposed to monitor illegal uses of magic and Different abilities, has developed its own dangerous agenda. But when Duals and witches join forces, the Agency and other bad guys aren’t going to know what hit them.

And neither are the witches and Duals. Witch magic grows from the positive energy of love and sex–and the only thing better than one dual for sex magic is two of them!

(Note from the author: As you read this excerpt, you need to know the heroine Meaghan is blind, so she’s learning about her new lovers, Kyle and Deck, without being able to see them. Enjoy!)

Before she could ask any more questions, four strong but gentle hands encouraged her to lie down on the big, rumpled bed.

Kyle’s mouth closed over her right nipple, hot, teasing. Deck lay on her other side, his broad-shouldered body pressed against her, every inch of skin that touched her a benediction.

Deck’s long hair spread over her skin, silky and feather soft—he’d used the drying spell on himself too, obviously—as he took her other nipple into his mouth. He and Kyle were doing the same thing, but it felt so different. Deck’s mouth was cooler than Kyle’s, and his hand, cupping her breast, was both bigger and rougher. Rougher in the sense of more calloused, rougher in the sense of firmer and surer. He nipped occasionally. Kyle touched her as if she might break, but his lean body was taut with energy, as if he was holding back from the full force of what he wanted to do to her. He felt sleek where she touched him, sleek and hot, even though he’d been in the frigid water in his otter form far longer than they’d been immersed, and she and Deck were still cool. His hot mouth and Deck’s merely warm one suckled and licked at her nipples, and the sensations broke in waves over her body. Both men stroked her skin as if she were some great cat.

The hair on Deck’s chest was crisp under her fingers. He swore under his breath when she brushed over his nipples, and she made a mental note to go back and investigate that more. But right now she was exploring. Playing.

Seeing her new lovers the only way she could, and enjoying it to the fullest. She couldn’t picture either of them—it had been too long since she’d been able to see and she couldn’t translate the information her fingertips collected into anything like a visual image—but she could learn a lot through touching them.

She knew both men were strong, but Deck’s muscles seemed bigger, bulkier, while Kyle’s were more sleek. Even his abs were different from Kyle’s. She swore she could feel their delineation, and understood for the first time what authors meant when they talked about “six-pack abs.”

Inch by inch, she explored that difference, one hand on Deck’s belly, the other on Kyle’s, until they both made beautiful, obscene noises.

Only then did she try to move down to their cocks. Kyle still squirmed away. Deck sighed and let her stroke him. He felt big, more thick than long, and surprisingly silky for all his hardness.

But though Kyle was playing hard to get, he was the first to reach between her legs, parting the damp curls there to find her clit. She opened her legs wider to allow him access.

She shouldn’t. Maybe she should at least say something. But the part of her brain that would take care of that kind of thing was floating away on waves of pleasure and words seemed far way. Besides, she felt secure behind the shields Deck had helped her set earlier.

As soon as Deck and Kyle had taken her in their arms, the shields had become thicker, yet at the same time more flexible—deep water that wouldn’t transmit anything she didn’t want.

She was safe.

And so she relaxed into Kyle’s touch.

“You’re like the ocean,” Kyle whispered.

“Cold and stormy?” That was Deck, but even as he spoke, he shifted his body. It meant that Meaghan lost her grip on his cock, but it was so worth it.

Because Deck was kissing his way down her body, each touch of his lips setting off sparks. Kyle circled her clit with exquisite delicacy. Almost too delicate, almost a tease, but at the same time it felt so good she wouldn’t want him to change what he was doing. Even though she couldn’t see, instinct made her squeeze her eyes shut. As she did, the men’s auras reappeared, bright and vibrant, streaked with red. She couldn’t study her lovers’ faces and bodies, but she could see their energies, their spirits, which was something most sighted people couldn’t say.

Deck’s mouth closed over her clit, taking the place of Kyle’s clever fingers. As she spread her legs wider, hoping for still more contact, Kyle slipped two fingers inside her.

She gasped, arched up, pounded her fists into the mattress in pleasurable shock. She didn’t know where to put her hands after that, but she didn’t want to leave them fisted in the sheets when there was so much wonderful male flesh to explore, so she let her instincts lead her and she wound up with one on Deck’s head, one on Kyle’s. The contrast between Deck’s long hair and Kyle’s short-cropped pelt added more sensation to the ones already washing over her. Deck had one hand on her belly. She thought the other must be touching Kyle.

A circle of touch. A circle of energy, energy that crackled through her until she saw the red of sex magic everywhere.

She knew from books that men sometimes went down on women and it supposedly felt amazing. But the books hadn’t captured half of it—the vulnerability and the power, the contrast between soft, slick lips and tongue, and hard, probing fingers. Kyle worked in a third finger, and she was full, so wonderfully full. It was like nothing she’d ever experienced. It was as exhilarating as working magic, exhilarating as the ocean, exhilarating as freedom. Her blood felt carbonated again, her skin sparkly, and Deck and Kyle worked together in near-perfect rhythm, as if they’d choreographed the whole thing.

Her inner muscles clenched around Kyle’s fingers, and he let out a soft, “Damn, girl!” She tried to stay quiet and not thrash around too much, but Deck’s tongue was so skilled, and once in a while he’d nip her mound or pubic lips, not painfully, just enough to add a new level of sensation. She couldn’t help yipping at that, and then moaning with pleasure as Deck laved the bitten spot with his tongue.

“That’s right, Meaghan,” Deck crooned. “Let it out. Let us know how good it feels.” Then he returned his attention to her clit. Kyle didn’t break his rhythm, but he bit the inside of her thigh.

The words and that lightly nipping kiss broke her control completely. She cried out, thrashed.

She’d felt secure earlier, sure that no visions could find her here, but as orgasm approached, she panicked and tried to hold back, at least long enough to warn the guys what might happen. But she couldn’t speak, at least not to say anything that complex. When she tried, all that came out were more gasps and moans, the only recognizable words please and yes and more. Her brain might think she should play safe, but her body had its own ideas. And damn it if she didn’t think her body had a point.

When she realized it was inevitable that she was going to come, she made a last frantic attempt to reinforce her shields. It wasn’t the elegant structure Deck had taught her to make, but she thought she’d managed to cobble another layer of protection, fighting the bubbles in her blood, the tickling, dancing sensation on her skin, the storm surge of ecstasy that stole her thoughts.

Then it burst over her and she could do nothing except cry out and writhe and tremble. Deck and Kyle didn’t stop but pushed her higher and higher. She felt like the top of her head had opened up, but no vision poured in, no terrifying images of death and destruction, just warmth and more bubbles and sparks and what she knew, though she couldn’t see it, was light. As she exploded with a second, even more powerful convulsion, she gripped Deck’s hair in her fist without meaning to, dug her fingernails into Kyle’s shoulder. Her body was out of her own control, and it was like having a seizure in that aspect, but she was fully present, fully aware. There was no one in her head but her, no one in the room with her—or for all she cared, in the world—but Kyle and Deck.

It took her awhile, at first, to make out what Kyle was asking her: “May we fuck you? Please…we’d like to be inside you.”

She couldn’t manage to speak, but she nodded eagerly.

Kyle and Deck chatted briefly, below even her keen hearing.

Then Kyle moved up her body. She felt his energy, lithe and aquatic and somehow contained, before she felt his cock nudging the slick opening of her sex. Gliding over her clit. Teasing and tempting. She pushed her hips up, tried to angle herself so he’d enter her now. Teasing was fun, teasing was lovely, but she was ready. So ready. More ready than she’d ever imagined being. “Please,” she moaned.

“Not yet,” Deck answered, surprising her. “I’m preparing Kyle. While he’s in you, I’m going to be in him. And later, we’ll switch. I want your pussy too.”
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Other titles by Teresa Noelle Roberts:
Sexy in
Your Stocking
Blood &
Out of
the Ropes
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