Cranberries and Spice Blog Hop: How about a magical ménage made in the ocean?

Happy weekend before Thanksgiving for US-based readers and happy random late-November day to everyone else. If you’re here from the Cranberries and Spice blog hop, welcome to my little corner of the Internet. Feel free to roam around and check out my various series, sign up for the mailing list, etc. (Same goes for the rest of you, but if you’re a regular visitor, you know where everything is.)

Today’s offering is from a brand-new paranormal release, Witches’ Waves (Duals and Donovans: the Different book 4) is explicit, so if your kid, your prim Aunt Ruth (or your boss, if you’re not in the US and enjoying a holiday) is looking over your shoulder, you might want to distract them. If your SO is looking, on the other hand…do enjoy. Together.

Want a gift for yourself this holiday season? Comment below to win an e-book copy of Witches’ Waves, your choice of formats. Drawing will take place on December 6, once the blog hop is over. Be sure to visit the other writers taking part in the Cranberries and Spice blog hop for more yummy (and non-caloric) excerpts and more chances to win. All the links are below.

 

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 recovery

Duals and Donovans 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!

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And now for something a little naughty, in which the blind witch Meaghan finds herself in a most enviable position:

“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.”

Meaghan hadn’t thought she could get any hotter, but Deck’s words, and the thought of him lying over both of them—fucking both of them, in a sense—aroused her even more. It must have worked on Kyle too because he made a strangled sound and sank into her.

“Impatient,” Deck chided, but he didn’t sound like he meant it.

Kyle’s cock felt perfect inside her. No, it wasn’t just Kyle’s cock that felt perfect. Kyle’s energy, Kyle’s spirit made the difference. His energy rippled over her skin as his hands did, touched places inside her deeper than his cock could reach. He was moving carefully, as if he didn’t want to come too soon or he feared he might break her, but she could sense a great tension. She moved to meet his thrusts, hoping to encourage him to let go.

Then Deck added his weight and heat to Kyle’s. Kyle growled deep in his throat and thrust harder into her. Deck’s magic embraced her. When the aural rainbow started to flash in her darkness, she didn’t fight it. She swore she felt it as Deck penetrated Kyle. Felt it as if he’d entered her, felt it as if she’d grown a cock and was entering someone’s hot, tight ass.

Kyle’s thrusts became harder, wilder, in time with the way Deck was fucking him, fast and furious and just what she wanted at this time. He bit at her shoulders, neck and breasts, staying just on the right side of the line between pain and pleasure. The one time he got too rough and she yelped, Deck murmured, “Careful, otter,” and apparently tugged on Kyle’s hair because he eased up and raised his head.

She could feel the two men kissing then, feel their tongues intertwining, feel the slight strain on Kyle because he was twisted around, and the way Deck took control of the kiss even though Kyle nipped at his tongue with sharp teeth.

Then Kyle was kissing her. His teeth were sharper than they’d been before, as if the animalside wanted to get out but he was reining it in. And Deck was there too. Though his hands were on Kyle’s hips and he touched her only with his legs, his saltwater and earth and lightning energy filled her.

Her magic swelled under their blissful assault, swelled so it filled her skin and then spilled over, a cool, damp ocean breeze teasing their heated skins. She didn’t know what to do with the energy, but she felt Deck’s magic, the red magic, reach out and seize some of it. “Ground,” he said, “Ground into us. I can make it work.” That seemed dangerous, but Deck touched one hand to her chest, over her heart, and suddenly she knew what to do.

The red flares in their auras surged until red was everywhere. “Now,” Deck ordered, and she had no doubt it was an order. “Now. Come for me.” Kyle cried out, a strange chittering, keening noise that didn’t sound like it should come from his wordside body, and he surged into her. Her arousal peaked, carrying her higher until she was flying in their arms.

Then she fell, but she was falling through warm, caressing magic, and the men fell with her, keeping her safe.

When she came back to herself, still weightless yet full of magic and love, her skin tingling with shared energy, she started to cry.

 

Buy links: Samhain /Amazon / Amazon UK / B&N Nook / Kobo

 

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