12 Feb 2016

Valentine’s Rewind: A Witches’ Waves Wedding

Posted by Teresa Noelle Roberts


I have a new release this week, but for the Valentine’s Rewind Blog Hop, I’m firing up the wayback machine to bring you an expanded and revised deleted epilogue from one of my favorite books, Witches’ Waves.  The only thing more romantic than Valentine’s Day is a wedding, after all!  I loved the wedding scene and I’m excited to share it with you all at last, along with some sexy shenanigans that are brand-new for the Valentine’s Rewind.

For those who haven’t read Witches’ Waves yet, a few important notes on the characters:

Meaghan, a water witch and seer, is blind due to a rare neurological disorder. (I based her condition on a real-life friend who doesn’t let it stop him from climbing mountains, running marathons and being the driving force behind a nonprofit. If he can do all that with no magic other than will, intelligence and a great guide dog, a blind witch can certainly help save the world.)

Deck, aka Declan, is a water witch from the powerful Donovan clan. His magic is a bit more complex than that just being a water witch, but you’ll have to read the book for all those details.

Kyle is an otter dual, a shapeshifter. Duals have been persecuted by the government for several decades but thanks to events in this book, that’s starting to change.

Witches' Waves book cover

Before the wedding, they took a quick trip to Hawaii so Deck and Kyle could catch some famous big waves. The guys had told her about the big-wave surfing, how risky it was and how wondrous, and with her awareness of the ocean, she understood both aspects. Able to feel the enormous, angry force of the waves, Meaghan was terrified the whole time she’d waited on the beach, for them and even more for the other surfers, the ones who lacked Deck’s magic or Kyle’s otter form. She extended her awareness to the point of exhaustion, watching for trouble, poised to intervene if someone needed help. But whether by luck or by the grace of her magic and Deck’s, no one got into serious difficulty on this day–just enough fear, she realized, to make it fun for surfers. Deck and Kyle came in safe, if battered, high on endorphins, Deck’s red magic flaring off him so she could sense it before they even touched.

She ran to embrace them, following the pull of magic and running into only a few anxious and excited partners of other surfers. Two pairs of strong arms closed around her. Salt water and red magic and Kyle’s amber energy and dual heat embraced her. Her own red magic and water magic rose to meet them. As first Deck, then Kyle, kissed her with salt-flavored lips, the crowd of surfers and spectators faded from her awareness. She couldn’t see them anyway, and as Deck and Kyle flooded her other senses, all she could think about was drawing the two men down onto the sand…

She reached out for the drawstring of Deck’s board shorts. “Easy there,” he whispered in her ear, laughing. “This isn’t Donovan’s Cove. Normies all around us, and they don’t cope so well with the whole public sex thing.”

“Oh. Right.” Between being raised as an experimental subject and spending her entire life as a free person in the company of witches and duals, she could easily forget the rules of ordinary society when she was distracted. And Deck and Kyle drenched in salt water and buzzing with endorphins and desire certainly counted as distracting. She slid her hand from the compromising position to Deck’s hip, a sexy spot that, she figured, wasn’t too shocking for normies.

Kyle kissed whispered in her other ear, “Besides, sand gets into the damnedest places. I have a better idea. It’s a full moon tonight and I know the perfect beach.

* * *

Late at night, they made their way to a secluded cove, a long ride from their hotel in a rented Jeep. Kyle had explained on the ride over that this particular spot was protected from the beautifully fierce waves that battered much of the nearby coast by an ancient lava flow that jutted into the water, causing waves to break well offshore. Meaghan still heard the waves roaring from the parking area, still sensed their energy, but they weren’t a threat, just something to add to the night.

One hand on Kyle’s shoulder, Meaghan made her way down a trail toward the beach. A narrow trail, she thought, from the way Deck followed close behind as if to grab her in case of trouble. Silly sighted people always forgot that she was probably having less trouble then they were. For them, it was dark, and darkness and unknown terrain were an uneasy combination. For her, life was all darkness and mostly unknown terrain.

Finally, they arrived on the beach, where the waves crashed more loudly, though still far away. Deck drew in a sharp breath, pulled her close. “The sand is so white it’s glowing in the moonlight, and the moon marks a trail on the water, leading from the cove out to sea. There are more stars overhead than I’ve ever seen before. The waves break over the lava wall, all silvery in the moonlight. I wish you could see for yourself.” Deck was whispering, although they were alone on the beach. His voice was heavy with awe. “I’m going to cast a circle and set up a keep-away spell just in case we’re not the only lovers who decided this was a good night for skinny-dipping and shenanigans, but I feel like we’re already protected.”

Meaghan extended her senses, felt the spirits of the place gathering around. “We are,” she assured him. “The water wants us to be here.”

Deck’s spell was short and to the point, and from the sound of fabric rustling, he was undressing as he cast it.

Kyle and Meaghan undressed each other. Not that either of them had much on–board shorts for Kyle, a loose sundress over bare skin for Meaghan. It was an excuse to touch, not that they really needed an excuse.

The three of them entered the water together. It was bath-warm, nothing like the cold water off Donovan’s Cove, and Meaghan sighed at the silky caress on her skin. None of them spoke. The moment seemed too charged to talk, too full of grace. Meaghan might not be able to see the scene as a sighted person did, but she could sense Deck’s and Kyle’s auras and the currents of magic in the water, the moonlight

When the water reached just below her breasts, Deck pulled her close, drawing her into a kiss. Her already sensitive nipples formed stiff peaks against his chest. At the same time, Kyle wrapped around her–around both of them, to the extent he could–from behind.

“Tonight’s about you,” Kyle whispered.  “I know it’s stressful watching someone you love ride big waves–even if you know we’re not exactly ordinary surfers. We want to make it up to you.”

“Might be even worse for you because you are so aware of the water’s force. You probably spent the whole day with your senses stretched and your witch-sight on, poised to do something just in case someone’s ride went badly.”

She nodded.

“So we want to thank you by spoiling you rotten.”

“I…” She wanted to protest, to say that hardly seemed fair, that she wanted to give them pleasure, make sure the guys enjoyed each other as well.

Until she focused on Deck’s body and on the red magic that poured off him, crashing onto her like the waves broke over the lava barrier. He was all kinds of turned on by the night, the beautiful setting and the idea of working with Kyle to overwhelm her with pleasure. They’d both enjoy the hell out of it.

“I like that idea,” she finally admitted.

At that word, four hands and two sets of lips set to work driving her crazy.

Caresses, nibbles, kisses. She kept losing track of everything they were doing, whose hands touched her breasts, her ass, her clit and sex. Most of the time, she could sense the dense fur behind the human form of Kyle’s body, enjoy the vibrations of Deck’s magic–but when the two of them were working together as well as they were tonight, the boundaries between them seemed to blur. She couldn’t decide if it was magic at work, the silver cords that bound the three of them together having a bit of fun with them, or simply her senses being overwhelmed by sensation. Even the water on her skin and the warm breeze added to her pleasure.

When Deck lifted her onto Kyle , she came in a burst of red magic. The orgasm drew out as Deck and Kyle together helped her bob in the deliciously warm water on Kyle’s cock. She might not be able to see the stars overhead, but she felt them all over her body as she came and came. When Kyle cried out and spurted into her, she thought wistfully that the fun might be over.

But before long, Kyle helped her shift into Deck’s arms. Deck’s hands cupped under her ass, and she sank onto his waiting cock as the water caressed them all.

“Love,” she managed to say before ecstasy robbed her of her wits. “Love you both.”

Afterward, while they curled together on a blanket on the sand, she had a gentle vision, without any pain: the three of them splashing around in the same cove with a sturdy, fair-haired little boy who called both men Daddy.

She tucked that particular memory under her heart and for only the second time in her life, hoped one of her visions came true.

The first already had already been fulfilled that night. Before she’d met Deck and Kyle, she’d had a vision of making love in warm water with two men.

* * *

All the blur of days led to August first, Lammas, when she leaned on Portia’s arm instead of using a cane as she walked down the beach to marry Deck and Kyle. Not the usual thing, she’d been led to understand, but Donovans did things their own way, and the magic insisted it had to be Portia, who shared her uncomfortable combination of powers.

She could see Portia’s aura where they touched, so like her own, the gray-blue of water power and the clear turquoise of the telepath reaching out to blend with her own ocean colors and the sky blue that marked a seer. “Take good care of my idiot cousin,” Portia whispered when they arrived. “Between you and Kyle he should be fine.” Then Portia let down her shields and brushed Meaghan’s cheek with her lips. It lasted only a second or two, but in that time, the two women shared all the pains and joys of a life lived without normal human boundaries. Shared the very different, but equally real, love they felt for Deck.

At the climax of the wedding ritual that wove her life and spirit with Deck’s and Kyle’s, something happened. The auras she always sensed as colorful streaks took form. One tall, broad man, blue eyes bright with unshed tears of joy, fair hair caught back in a ponytail. One slighter, dark-haired man, all cheekbones and sleek muscles. She knew the colors were off, not what sighted people would perceive, but still…

“I see you!” she exclaimed, interrupting Elissa and Paul, who were performing the ritual, with Jude as assistant to represent Trickster and the duals’ connection to the divine. Then she looked around in wonder. “I see everyone!”

“You can see?” She could perceive Kyle’s puzzled excitement, bright around his body. “You can see!”

She smiled. “Sort of. I don’t think Jude’s lion-shaped right now, or that the baby has wings and a tail. I know Elissa’s not much taller than I am, but she looks huge. Plus everyone’s floating a few feet above the beach and I know there are folding chairs.”

“But they’re metal,” Deck said slowly, “so you can’t see them with witch-sight.” He squinted. “You’re right. Jocelyn had wings for a minute, but they’ve faded. Wait, now she does again. Cool.” Then it seemed to sink in. “Cool, cool, cool!” He swept Meaghan into his arms. Kyle embraced both of them.

Aunt Jan ran up from her seat, a lovely rose-colored blur, and started asking questions Meaghan couldn’t possibly answer. Especially since while Jan halted the progress of the neurological disorder, Meaghan had explicitly asked the older witch not to try restoring her sight just yet, afraid that learning to use a new sense would be one thing too many when she was adjusting to a whole new life.

It was a long time before Elissa and Paul could finish the ceremony.

But that didn’t matter because Meaghan, Deck, and Kyle were already bound by cords of silver.

Cords that Meaghan could see clearly, leading to and from two gorgeous men she could also see clearly, if colorfully, outlined against an ocean that looked like a rainbow of life.

And if she never saw anything else except as an aura in her mind’s eye, seeing Deck and Kyle and the ocean was enough.

* * *

Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed revisiting Meaghan, Deck and Kyle.

This is the last stop of the hop. You can enter for your chance to win the MASSIVE GIVEAWAY here . If you haven’t commented on all the stories, you can circle back around starting with Tamsen Parker’s story and then enter. Thanks so much for joining us for #ValentinesRewind, we hope you’ve had as much fun as we have! ♥


More on Witches’ Waves:

The 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 recover.

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16 Responses to “Valentine’s Rewind: A Witches’ Waves Wedding”

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  4. Yay! She can see 🙂 And hopefully her vision comes true. They seem ready for a baby.


    Amber Ag

  5. interesting combination of characters! I look forward to reading more!


    Christine Maria Rose

  6. @Amber Ag, I think there will be a witchy little boy in some future book. Not right away–they’re young–but it’ll happen.


    Teresa Noelle Roberts

  7. Christine Maria Rose, thank you. I hope you enjoy.


    Teresa Noelle Roberts

  8. This was my first taste of shape shifters and magic in books as I never thought they’d be my thing. I think they just might be! Thanks for a great introduction to their world!



  9. Thank you!


    Teresa Noelle Roberts

  10. Great to see on your wedding day.
    Nice story want the whole book now my list is growing

    Amazing hop



  11. Really enjoyed it.can’t wait to read more.


    Deshon Good

  12. I’m addicted and want more!



  13. Now I have one more book to add to my TBR list. But I love paranormal books, so shifters, witches and Magic really keep me entertained.Thank you.


    Carol Lepley

  14. This was very intriguing. I haven’t read this book but I am really excited about reading more. Thanks for sharing


    Jami D

  15. Thx for sharing the epilogue.
    By the way, Is the story MMF or MFM?



  16. i love shifters! there an auto buy for me. im a sucker for them! ive never read an otter one before. im excited and cant wait to check it out! thank you so much!! 🙂



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