Author Promo!!!!! Teresa Noelle Roberts shares Witches’ Waves

Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: The Different, book 4)

Out 11/18/14 from Samhain Publishing.

“The overall message is one of hope and the healing that love can help bring, w/some really hot sex […] for good measure.” four stars—Romantic Times

“This novel definitely hooked me for this series.”—From Me to You Video, Photography and Book Reviews

“Well written and full of emotional depth.”— Manic Readers

witches wavesThe ocean is on their side. But the fight is on land—and it’s about to get dirty.

Duals and Donovans: The Different, Book 4

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.

 

Series blurb:

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!

Excerpt: (A first-kiss scenario with a few twists. The two guys are ex-lovers who’ve just reunited. And Meaghan has just announced she’s dying and will go out with a bang to save Deck’s niece from the Agency.)

In an attempt to hide his agitation, he turned Meaghan around in Kyle’s arms and kissed her. Kyle’s arms stayed wrapped around her, supporting her, and he could feel Kyle’s dual heat, Kyle’s desire for him—no, for both of them, just as he’d suspected—despite the difficulty of the moment.

He tried to make it a gentle, reassuring kiss, but once he tasted Meaghan’s sweet lips, the cool, oceanic waves of her power and the warmth of her unexpected desire on his skin, it was damn hard not to take it further.

His magic had its own ideas about Meaghan. Though Deck’s healing abilities were limited, the human body contained so much water he could tell if something was seriously wrong with someone. And Meaghan didn’t feel dangerously ill. Her energy seemed off-kilter, but for all he knew, simply being blind might make her energy different from most people’s because she processed information differently. Meaghan tasted of intense but friendly water magic, something else familiar and strong and a little scary, and she wrapped her arms around him and kissed back, pressing her body against him. Her aura embraced him as hard as her slender arms could not. When he looked at her with witch-sight, she didn’t look fragile at all. Like Elissa, she was petite, but she packed a lot of magic and will into a small body.

Common sense and the sexual decency that every Donovan learned from an early age—a necessity when red magic, and thus the ability to seduce even without meaning to, ran in the family—kicked in. She’d been abused magically and physically; she might have been sexually abused as well. And she’d just told him she was dying. Even if he wasn’t sure the diagnosis was correct, she believed it, and it was rude to turn a gesture of comfort into one of possessiveness and lust. He pulled away, almost apologized, but decided that would be rude in itself since she’d shown every sign of enjoying the kiss. “I hope that was all right,” he said instead, surprised by how hesitant and humble his voice sounded. It wasn’t his usual style, but Meaghan threw him for a loop.

Meaghan didn’t say anything at first, but she looked up at him with huge, unseeing green eyes—it was uncanny the way she met his gaze even though she couldn’t see him, and he was pretty used to uncanny. She was smiling, her oversized aura peaceful and happy.

And heavily streaked with arousal.

Finally she spoke, and when she did, her voice was husky and amused. “All right? That was more than all right. I’m sick, but I’m not dead yet. Even my hair’s all tingly and happy. But you should kiss Kyle too. It’s only fair.”

Deck had a feeling his mouth was hanging open like an idiot.

It gaped even more when Kyle quipped, “Don’t you know about all’s fair in love and war?” He changed position, using his otter’s lithe grace, and closed his mouth over Meaghan’s.

For the first time, Deck fully understood what Kyle meant about otters always being either dominant or submissive, never just having a vanilla good time. Kyle crushed Meaghan to him, one hand gripping the hair at the back of her neck and pulling her face up to meet his, the other grasping her ass. “You’re not going to die,” Kyle whispered fiercely. “I won’t allow it.” And then he kissed Meaghan as if he could breathe his own life energy into her body with the power of his kiss. As if he were practicing his own form of red magic and hoped to heal with it.

Which would be an impressive trick. Duals with magical abilities were so rare they weren’t even a statistical blip, but in that moment, Deck could believe Kyle could do magic by sheer force of will, like a sorcerer, using a dual’s innate stubbornness and gift for imagery rather than a sorcerer’s web of words. He just hoped Kyle wouldn’t accidentally injure Meaghan. Deck loved Kyle’s intense physicality but a petite, sick woman might find it hard to take.

Deck poised to intervene if necessary, but Meaghan moaned and curved her body to meet Kyle’s, melding to Kyle as sweetly and willingly as she had to him. The red streaks in her aura flared even brighter.

Deck was a little envious of the response, but also of Kyle’s passion that had provoked it. If Deck had a sexually submissive streak, he’d never found it, but he was a sucker for a touch of rough possessiveness. A kiss like that one would definitely get him going, even if it ended with him wrestling Kyle into a playful submission they’d both enjoy.

Now that was a hot thought.

And once they’d taken the edge off with each other, they could turn their attention to Meaghan. That way, they might both be able to hold back enough to pleasure her without leaving the wrong kind of marks, either physical or psychological. Neither Meaghan’s illness nor her dark past seemed to hamper her ability to experience pleasure, but they’d have to be careful with her. More gentle than either of them were inclined to be by nature.

No. It was wrong to think about a kinky threesome with someone who might be dying.

At the moment he couldn’t remember why it was wrong. Meaghan deserved to have some fun, given that her life had been sucktastic so far and might be short. He might be all kinds of a fuckup, but his lovers had never complained about his abilities in bed. His reliability outside the bedroom, sure, but not his sexual prowess. And Kyle was a wild ride. But it still seemed to go against Donovan ethics to hit on a dying woman.

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About the Author 

maine beachTeresa Noelle Roberts started writing stories in kindergarten and she hasn’t stopped yet. A prolific author of short erotica, she’s also a published poet and fantasy writer—but hot paranormals and BDSM-spiced contemporaries are her favorites. Or they were until she discovered that SF romance offers new possibilities for wild sex, imaginative adventure and love beyond boundaries, so she’s added that sub-genre to her repertoire. Oh, and she’s also half of the writing team known as Sophie Mouette, writing mostly light-hearted spicy romances (with occasional forays into erotica).

Teresa is a crunchy granola girl who enjoys belly dance, yoga, medieval re-creation, playing in the ocean, cooking, and growing more vegetables than she and her husband can possibly eat. She’d enjoy sleeping, too. She thinks. But it takes so much time!

She shares her home in southern Massachusetts with her husband, a Leo in law enforcement, and two overstuffed cats. She and her husband often plan vacations around food, history, and/or proximity to water.

Find Teresa at www.teresanoelleroberts.com, like her on Facebook at https://www.facebook.com/AuthorTeresaNoelleRoberts or follow on Twitter, where she’s @TeresNoeRoberts.

And check out her alter ego Sophie at www.sophiemouette.com.

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