Pisces: Teacher's Pet

by Sèphera Girón

  Pisces: Teacher’s Pet, Copyright © 2009 by Sèphera Girٕón

  Book Three of the Witch Upon a Star Series

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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  First Edition 2008 published by Ravenous Romance

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  A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR

  Welcome to the Witch upon a Star series, where anything can and does happen.

  A few years ago, I wrote a couple of books about sexy witches casting spells for romance. These witches belong to a coven, ruled by a high priestess named Lucy, in a little New England coastal town called Hermana. After I wrote and published the first few books, my real life took a bit of a turn, and so my lovely ladies and the remaining books were put aside for a few years. However, Lori Perkins, who has always championed these witches and this series, gave me a call in the fall and asked me to consider resurrecting them and their magical adventures for her new publishing company, Riverdale Avenue Books.

  It wasn’t too difficult to persuade me to revisit Hermana and Lucy and the witches. I’m thrilled to be working with Lori on this series, and I can’t wait to see what my witches are going to do next!

  Part of the fun of working on this series this time around includes the fact that the television shows American Horror Story, Penny Dreadful, Bates Motel and Scream Queens are hugely popular right now. I love these shows. They have a great knack for telling wild stories with sex, horror and comedy while everyone looks fabulous.

  Why does this matter to an erotic writer?

  The Witch upon a Star series combines love, lust, horror, passion, comedy and life in much the same way these favorite shows of mine do. People who enjoy watching them will understand this series. Even if readers don’t watch TV, they will enjoy this series. Each book contains a complete story, a complete roller-coaster ride that follows a birthday girl and her quest for sex and love. A reader can pick up any book and enjoy a lusty magical adventure.

  Witch upon a Star is set in the fictional town of Hermana, Massachusetts, which was founded by twin sisters who escaped the Salem witch trials in the 1700s. The sisters’ names were Sorona and Serephena. They both lived well into their 90s, sharing their holistic healing secrets and building up the mystical vibrations of the area. They married twin witches, Nigel and Nathaniel, who shared their voracious sexual appetites and magical healing abilities. Consequently, the foursome enjoyed a long line of descendants who continued to grow the town and add to its magical and erotic qualities.

  The town is rich in tradition and combines the beauty of both ocean and forest. Much like Cassadaga in Florida, Lily Dale in New York or Sedona in Arizona, Hermana resonates with some sort of vibration that attracts spiritualists, occultists, ghost hunters, witches and divination experts from all over the world.

  The town is about 45 minutes from Boston, a few miles from a major highway, by way of a long, winding road that weaves through a forest, a meadow with a ring of trees and then into the village. The road leads directly to the ocean, where there is a large, public beach. Some of the residents enjoy nude sunbathing, and in Hermana, anything goes. There are many funky little shops, several pubs, dance clubs, bed and breakfasts, a gym and library. The town is inhabited both by people who believe in the power of the sisters and those who do not.

  The biggest and most well-known landmark is a huge New England Gothic-style house complete with turrets, which is where the sisters originally lived. Of course, it was just a shack when they first cobbled it together in the early founding days, but over the generations, wings, tunnels, wrought-iron fencing and lush gardens were added.

  One of their descendants lives there now. Lucy, who is about eighty, opens her doors now and again to the town for various celebrations. She has a core group comprised of twelve of the local ladies who meet with her monthly if not more to discuss life and love, cast spells and welcome the various equinoxes. Guests are often welcome when there isn’t a private ceremony and are allowed to bring questions to the witches.

  People flock to Hermana for answers. Some find them. Some do not. Others go for the rumored hedonistic pleasures and usually find something to entertain and entice them.

  Each month, the Witch upon a Star series will focus on the romantic quest of a different lady connected to Hermana. Teacher's Pet will tell the story of Adele, a Pisces.

  The power of love and lust, magic and mysticism is at the heart of the town, which keeps beating as steadily as the waves that crash along the beach. Connections are made and lost. Passion ebbs and flows. And still, the town continues to beguile the seekers, the wanderers and the lost to experience its hedonistic pleasures and unearth its darkest secrets.

  Welcome to Hermana.

  I hope you enjoy your stay.

  Welcome to the third book in Witch upon a Star!

  Blessed Be!

  Sèphera Girón

  March 23, 2016

  PISCES

  February 20–March 20

  Element: Water

  Ruling Planet: Neptune

  Symbol: The Fish

  Primary Mode: Feeling

  Key Phrase: I Believe

  Life Lesson: Drag yourself out of the dream pool and enjoy the moment!

  Colors: Mauve, purple, aquamarine, violet, light green, blue, sea green

  Stones: White opal enhances awareness of illusion; jade calms fears; pearl soothes; amethyst helps fight addictions

  Famous Pisceans: Anaïs Nin, Anthony Burgess, BF Skinner, Billy Corgan, Billy Crystal, Carl Reiner, Bruce Willis, Carrot Top, Charlotte Church, David Cronenberg, Douglas Adams, Doctor Seuss, Drew Barrymore, Elizabeth Taylor, Erma Bombeck, George Harrison, George Washington, Glenn Close, Gloria Vanderbilt, Jack Kerouac, Jean Harlow, Jerry Lewis, John Irving, John Steinbeck, John Updike, Johnny Cash, Kurt Cobain, Liza Minelli, Peter Fonda, Roger Daltrey, Spike Lee, Tammy Faye Baker, Tony Randall, Ursula Andress, Victor Hugo, William Gibson

  Pisces Buzzwords: dreamer; easily addicted to food, drugs or alcohol; distracted; romantic; problem solver; intuitive; emotional; critical; creative; caring; compassionate; sensual

  Pisces Traits: Pisces are the dreamers of the zodiac. They live with one foot in the real world and the other “somewhere else.” Their sign is represented by two fishes swimming in opposite directions. This represents how they can be fickle or just plain change their mind at the drop of a hat. Pisceans are sensitive, emotional and tend to be hurt easily. They can usually be identified by their large, dreamy eyes. Many Pisceans have trouble being on time or having a sense of time. They like to help people and are compassionate and kind, although they can be rather critical and selfish too. They are very intuitive, creative and can read people. They are magnetic and mysterious. Pisceans are sensual, curious and enthusiastic lovers. They are sexually adventurous and enjoy pleasing their mates. Pisceans can often be clingy and need reassurance.

  Adele’s Forecast:

  Be open-minded and accept people for who they are. Your helpful nature makes you attractive to friends and strang
ers. Use your intuition and trust your gut in unusual situations. Your longing for love and lust may soon be realized in ways you could never imagine.

  Chapter One

  A stranger will enter your life.

  The water was warm and it cushioned Adele as she paddled toward the distant shore. She didn’t know why she was in the water nor how she drifted so far out. She wondered why she was wearing the pink nylon teddy with matching pink lace-trimmed boy shorts that had just arrived at the shop that morning as she bobbed in the ocean far out from the beach in Hermana.

  The small image of a man, a lifeguard no doubt, waved at her. She waved back, kicking her legs, enjoying the weightlessness of her body as the water nuzzled her. For a moment, she wondered whether the water housed anything that might eat her.

  As she headed towards shore and the man waving her in, she noticed thousands of rose petals scattered along the water, bobbing in the waves. They were fresh, as if they were just plucked, and their pungent perfume mixed with salt air smelled odd. The swelling water caressed her, pushing against her breasts like lover’s hands, pulsing along her thighs. The hypnotic rising and falling of the water lulled her into a dreamy reverie. What did the broad firm muscles on the lifeguard’s chest feel like beneath her fingers? How would his lips taste pressed against hers?

  The vibration of the shark rippled the water around her seconds before it scooped her in its mouth. As it tossed her to chomp down, she flipped herself back and landed in the water. A scream pressed against her lips as she willed her arms and legs to paddle back from the creature that was circling her. The dorsal fin turned and tunnelled towards her once more, slicing through the waves as it rapidly approached her.

  The shark cut the surface and raged towards her, torn pieces of some other meal wedged between its teeth.

  * * *

  “No!” screamed Adele. “I won’t let you!” She beat at the snout of the shark with her hands, screaming and flailing. In her frenzy, she caught sight of the shore once more and realized how near she was to survival—and how far.

  She heard the lifeguard yelling at her.

  “Swim!” he cried. “You can do it. You’re strong! You have the power!”

  Adele looked at the shark as it circled again, ready to attack. She looked back at the lifeguard, close enough now to see his glistening torso and tight swimming trunks.

  The shark was gnashing its jaws, ready to taste her. She swung her arms, hoping to connect with the eye. She did. The shark howled and flinched, its unearthly roar nothing compared to the jelly mash dripping from her fingers. She flung the ruined eye back into the sea and swam as fast as she could, as frantically and amazingly as one does in a dream.

  Her body propelled through the water, the dark shadow of the shark close behind. She turned to face the monster again, punching it in its giant thrashing snout and maneuvered herself over to the other eye.

  “You won’t get me,” Adele panted, pounding the face of the shark as it sought to tear at her with its massive teeth.

  “You can do it, Adele!” the lifeguard shouted.

  She paused long enough to wonder how the lifeguard knew her name and realized she would have no name if she didn’t finish the battle. Salt water stung her eyes as she and the shark wrestled and wrangled in the waves.

  Her lingerie was torn from her body by the snapping teeth and sank to the bottom of the sea—a lazy contrast to the flailing limbs fighting for life.

  She managed to grip the side of the shark and punch out its other eye. With a cry, she again paddled frantically towards the shore. The shark swam in circles behind her, the sea growing crimson with its blood.

  Adele barrelled under the water and swam, imagining herself a sea lion or otter effortlessly gliding through the ocean. When she broke surface, the scent of rose petal water assaulted her nostrils, and happily she swam the rest of the way to shallow water.

  When her feet could finally find purchase in the sand, the strong grip of the lifeguard held her by her arms, guiding her to the beach. He smelled of warm coconut as he effortlessly lifted her from the water and carried her to shore.

  The sun was bright in her eyes as she tried to see his face. His flesh was warm against her naked body and she enjoyed the tightness of his youthful body.

  “You fought the shark. I knew you would,” he said joyfully as he set her down in the sand.

  “Who are you?” Adele asked. Every time she tried to look in his face, the light blinded her.

  “I’m the lifeguard,” he said.

  “But why are you here, in my dream?” she asked.

  “To cover you with rose petals, of course,” the strong-jawed man replied as he sprinkled rose petals along Adele’s naked body. She watched his glistening biceps and chest shining in the overpowering sun. His aura was golden and stretched out further and further in a shimmering haze. As she put her hands to her eyes to block the brightness in order to see him better, she was snapped back to reality.

  To her bedroom.

  Where she lay, cold and alone, on a dreary March morning.

  * * *

  Adele sighed and breathed in the fading scent of roses. She looked up at the ceiling and saw the sun making a valiant effort to shine through the gray and dismal clouds. She thought about the lifeguard from her dream. Was he one of her spirit guides with a message?

  His aura had been so magnificent, emanating warmth and kindness. Adele stretched, enjoying the pull of her sleepy muscles as they twitched to wakefulness. She hugged the puffy warm comforter one more time, and braced herself for the chilly air.

  It wasn’t too bad, she thought as she slipped her arms into her blue terrycloth robe. She pulled it tight around her round body and tied the cloth belt. The look made her look plumper than she really was, but how she looked didn’t concern her when she was freezing to death.

  “Come on in,” she beckoned to the sun as she pulled open her purple cloth curtains. She ached to feel warm rays on her face. There was no hope of a sunny day, but the promise of spring hung in the air. Melting ice from the roof splashed down her large bay windows. She sat down in the window seat and hugged a purple pillow as she stared out at the ocean. The sun struggled to shine through the heavy clouds. The ocean was nearly as dark, with only random sparkles flashing from escaping rays.

  “How many sharks are there?” she asked no one in particular. She shuddered, remembering how very real the orb of the shark eye had felt in her hand.

  The swell of the ocean hypnotized her for a moment, and she said a quiet prayer to the rising sun. She turned her attention back to the ocean and said a quick prayer to the creatures beneath the surface as well.

  When she was finished, she replaced the pillow and went into the kitchen to make coffee. As she ground the beans, she thought about her dream and the puzzling scent of roses. She had even smelled them upon waking. She sniffed the fresh coffee grounds. The musty mocha perfumed her nostrils and all thoughts of roses were dismissed. This was a smell that grounded her.

  She left the coffee maker to work its magic and went over to her computer in a little sunroom off the living room. This room had the same ocean view as her bedroom, as well as large bay windows with sea green cushions. The room had several easels set up with paintings in varying stages of completion on them. The canvases all depicted people glowing with differently colored auras.

  Adele sat down in the large executive leather computer chair with a knitted afghan thrown over it. She pulled up the blanket she kept under the desk and wrapped it around herself as she moved the mouse to check her horoscope. Her fortieth birthday had just passed and she had celebrated with many of her friends at one of the better restaurants in Hermana. In turning forty, she was more aware of her place in the world. Her horoscope helped her focus on what she needed to do to get in tune with the people around her.

  She subscribed to several daily columns and, one by one, she pored over them. By the time she had finished reading, she took a moment to assess all they we
re trying to say.

  A stranger will enter your life and everything will change.

  Strangers entered her life every day. She ran a lingerie boutique that was often a regular stop for tourists. In her art classes, students came and went on a regular basis. Each one touched her life in some way, whether it was a story shared or just the straight exchange of goods for money.

  She smiled and her gaze strayed back to the ocean.

  How exciting it would be to meet a stranger that would give real change to her life.

  * * *

  Adele was just finishing her dusting when the first customer of the day walked in. It was Ursula, one of the women she knew from her monthly circles at Lucy’s house.

  “Good morning, Adele,” Ursula said.

  “What brings you out so early?” Adele asked, putting away her cleaning supplies. “I’m having one of those days. I couldn’t sleep and all my bras are bugging me. So I thought it was time to pay you a visit.”

  Adele chuckled.

  “For a minute there, I thought maybe you hooked up with someone and needed an emergency outfit,” she winked.

  “I wish. No one is really going to be lusting after these old bones any time soon,” Ursula sighed. “So I guess you might as well show me practical and durable.”

  “As you wish,” Adele said, leading the amply-endowed Ursula towards the full figured woman side of the store. Ursula stared at the dizzying array of colorful bras.

  “Times have sure changed. I remember when practical and durable was pretty damn ugly,” Ursula laughed.

  “Me, too.”

  Ursula was older than Adele, though it wasn’t obvious by how much. Ursula was one of those timeless women. Adele had asked Ursula once and learned she was a Libra, but Adele should have known—Ursula was classic Libra, with youthful energy and a sly wit.