Just because Wyn has changed doesn’t mean that the war is over. Not at all.

Angus and the Morrigan are ready for battle, but so are Wyn and her allies. It’s time to fight for the Winter Realm and the balance that keeps the magic alive.

NOTE:
***This is the fourth and final book in the Daughter of Winter series. 18+***

As this book opens Wyn is now a goddess having died and visited the Library of Lives again. It also gets very steamy with Frost.

As Wyn is about to open the Council session, she is interrupted with news of a vistor, one she wasn’t sure she’d ever see again, the unicorn Blaze.

He comes bearing news of of the missing Guard Ada and the guardians under her. They appear to be in the Dragon Realm, and the Dragons want to meet. They have shaken the hold Morrigan had on them and want to support Wyn in the upcoming battle.

This is a favorite scene.

It’s just like old times. My men and I, on a quest to find allies and defeat demons. Except that I’m now a Goddess and can teleport us, saving the need for portable thrones, Gates and flying. My advisors have told me that it’s polite to teleport to a Gate in the Dragon Realm rather than into one of their settlements. Not that I have any idea about their Realm. It’s shrouded in mystery and few people have ever seen it. Dragons are reclusive by nature and prefer to send their ambassadors to other Realms rather than allowing envoys into their lands.

Algonquin gave me a book about dragons and I touched it, so now I have the entire contents of it swirling in my brain. They’re not quite settled yet and a light headache is pulsating behind my temples.

I laugh softly.

“What?” Frost asks immediately.

“I have a book in my head.” I giggle at the absurdness of the situation. “I touched a book and now it’s in my head. Goddess powers are weird.”

He laughs as well. “Are you saying you weren’t weird before?”

I put my hands on my hips in mock outrage. “I’ve never been weird. I’m normal, it’s just that the rest of the world isn’t.”

“Ooookay then,” Crispin says from behind, arriving with the other two.
“Let’s just pretend I didn’t hear that, otherwise I’ll take that as an insult. I’m not weird. I’m Crispin.”

“Ye say that as if that’s a special category,” Arc mutters.

“Well, it is,” Crispin replies cheerfully. “There’s Wyns, Crispins and weirdos.”

Storm sighs. “Could we all be a bit more serious? We’re about to journey into an unfamiliar Realm and we have no idea what awaits us there. Maybe we should be preparing for that rather than behaving like children.”

“Are you accusing the Princess of this Realm to be childish?” I protest with a grin. “I could have you punished for treason.”

Storm bends down and whispers in my ear, “If anyone’s going to do punishing, it will be me.”

I shiver at the sweet promise in his tone. I love his dominant side, even though he’s not had much of a chance to show it recently. Once all this is over, I’m going to lock my guys into a bedroom and not let them out until we’ve spent some quality time with each other. Naked, preferably.

I take a deep breath. I’d better behave like Royalty from now on. According to the book in my head, dragons are fiercely proud and keen on following tradition. Even though I have no idea about what their traditions are exactly, I’m sure there’s going to be a lot of pomp and ceremony. That’s why I’m wearing a dress. Urgh. It seemed more appropriate than the jeans and blouse I was wearing to the Council meeting. People here have kind of got used to my ungodly dress sense, but the dragons haven’t met me yet. Dress it is.

“Ready?” I ask the guys and I can feel their ascent through our bond. “Hold onto me.”

Arc hugs me from behind, his broad chest tight against my back. I wish I had time to enjoy his touch, but that’s wishful thinking. The others take hold of my arms and off we go.

There’s no way to describe teleporting. It’s instinctive, a raw power that is far too slippery to put into words. I think of the place I want to go, and then we’re there, even though it’s a lot more complicated than that.

It takes less time than the blink of an eye.
MacKinnon, Skye. Winter Goddess (Daughter of Winter Book 4) (pp. 27- 29). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

I love seeing Wyn with all her men, Frost, Storm, Arc and Crispin. This particular journey could be dangerous and also could be the turning point in her favor against Angus and Morrigan.

Another fake Crispin kidnaps Flora, the Spring Goddess, and the startling discovery of the Autumn Goddess.

I hate seeing a series end, especially when I love the world and all the characters. This book was the perfect ending, with plenty of action, suspense, laughter, love and of course the undeniable sizzle the guys are so very good at.

I’m not sure which of Skye’s series I will go to next, but I am pretty sure whichever one it is I will love it!

5 contented Purrs for Skye!

Skye MacKinnon

Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.

She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.

When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.