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Craved By Bears – Claiming Her Bears Book 3 By Skye MacKinnon


Craved By Bears
Claining Her Bears Book 3
By
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Sky MacKinnon

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Isla was supposed to get her happily ever after. A cute baby cub, a cottage by the sea, and four doting bears catering to her every need. Lovely, right?

Things take a turn for the worst when her cub begins to crave blood and Isla realises not everything is as perfect as she’d hoped…

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Isla isn’t getting much rest, baby Ruby isn’t sleeping and seems to be always hungry. Then the almost unthinkable happens, a cut opens while Isla is breast feeding and Ruby is getting both blood and milk. The aftermath shows she’s more satisfied and she starts feeling better. In the meantime Ilsa has a strange dream where she is asked about Ruby and if she is ursine, then it sort of recurs at the oddest of moments.

This is a favorite scene.

When I wake, I have four panicked faces looking down at me. I try to remember what happened. The cave. Ruby being called some sort of Key. And before, a circle. Candles. And before that… sex. No wonder they’re worried. I must have disappeared on them in the middle of an orgasm. Oops. Not the best time to have a weird vision.

“What the fuck happened?” Torben asks. He’s wearing the frown he usually reserves for deadly danger. Double oops. “You suddenly passed out. Are you okay?”

I rub my forehead. My skin is hot, too hot.

“I’m okay, I think,” I reply, my voice more a croak than anything else. “I had a dream.”

“A dream?” Torben asks incredulously. “Does that mean you fell asleep while having sex?”

“Was it that bad?” Húnn mutters, only half in jest.

“It was just like in the other dream,” I begin, only then remembering that I never told them about the first dream. Oh no. Torben is going to kill me. I know he’s just concerned, but he’s not good at expressing that. It looks like he’s furious, and I only stay calm because I know him so well. Other people would probably run at the prospect of dealing with an angry bear alpha.

I give them a quick recap of both dreams. With every word I say, the furrow on Torben’s brow deepens. He’s not saying anything though, letting me speak. When I’m done, I’m waiting for the lightning to strike.

It doesn’t come.

His expression softens. “You should tell us about strange dreams like that. I know you were raised in a human world where people don’t believe in the significance of dreams, but you’re with us now. Dreams can be messages, even prophecies. It’s important to make a note of them.”

“Do you have any idea of who they may have been?” Húnn asks the others. “The only three mysterious beings I know are the Fates and we’ve dealt with them. You would have recognised them.”

I nod. “They were different. Less corporeal. I don’t even know if they were male or female. They could be ghosts, for all I know.”

“No matter what they are, I don’t like it,” Torben grumbles. “Especially if what they say is true. That Ruby thinks she’s in danger. She’s on an island protected by four fathers and a mother who would all die to protect her. Nobody knows we’re here. We don’t have any enemies.”

I almost protest, thinking of how my uncle is still somewhere out there, but he doesn’t matter. He’s probably forgotten about me by now. He never cared about me as a person. Just as a commodity that could be traded with for things he craved more than a niece.

“Have any of you checked on her?” I ask, suddenly very aware that Ruby isn’t in the room with us.

“Yes, she was sleeping,” Finn says. “That was about ten minutes ago. Shall I bring her here?”

I nod. “I’ll get her. She might be hungry.”

It takes a moment to get out of bed – there are two large men on either side of me that I need to climb over. All of them seem to enjoy my naked self trying not to hurt them. I doubt I could, but my knees won’t be comfortable if I press them against their important bits.

Just like Finn said, Ruby is sleeping peacefully. Her tiny hands are scrunched up into fists. I think she’s going to be formidable one day. She doesn’t wake up when I take her cot and carry it into our bedroom. I guess she’s had enough of her strange milk and blood mixture to fill her little stomach for a while.

I carefully put her down on a low table in the bedroom, then climb back onto the bed again.

“No more cuddles?” Húnn asks, sounding deflated.

“Cuddles are fine,” I reply with a wink. “But let’s get some sleep before she wakes up and demands our attention.”
Skye MacKinnon. Claiming Her Bears: The complete series (Kindle Locations 4483-4513). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

As Torbin researches bear shifter babies drinking blood, Ruby continues to grow at a startling rate. When Isla once more slips into the ‘dream’ her bear Alis is in the forefront which presents a unique problem.

Plenty of weirdness in this book as time changes rapidly and Isla being trapped. Only Ruby will be able to help when she is strong enough to do so.

I couldn’t put this book down, there was laughter, tears and plenty of sizzling heat in more ways than one.

A very unique and satisfying ending to this series.

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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.

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Protected by Bears – Claiming Her Bears Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


Protected By Bears
Claiming Her Bears Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye Mac Kinnon

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Last night, we became one, the lines blurred between our minds for just a moment, but the echo of it is still vivid in my memories. I want to feel that again, and if I have to chain them all to my bed. That actually sounds like a pretty good idea.

The Fates like to play with our lives. They’re not malicious, just bored. But that also means that sometimes, we have to take our destiny in our own hands and defy the Fates.

I will do anything to save the bear shifters from extinction, even if that means going against the will of the most powerful beings in the universe.

Because the bears are no longer just friends. They’re family.

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Protected by Bears is the second book in the Claiming Her Bears series, a post-apocalyptic reverse harem. Prepare for strong alpha males with a trace of vulnerability, an epic quest, Viking beards, very steamy scenes, Scottish landscapes, Celtic mythology and a post-apocalyptic setting.
Previously published as Polar Fates.

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Isla and her bear Alis are more aware of each other, the shifting is easier and her mates are as loving and protective as can be. They’ve settled quite nicely on this Island, into a home of their own. Isla has bonded with the Alpha Torben and she has also fallen for Húnn, Ràn, and Finn as they settle into their new relationship. Fellow shifters Arnold and Bertram (Bertie) have not only been gracious hosts, they also know how to get supplies from the trading ships that come periodically. An abandoned battery factory with lots of inventory are their currency and they are shrewd negotiators.

This book opens with one of those trade ships arriving. It’s not only the supplies they obtain, but a strange woman sets them on a quest for a portal on the island. Apparently the Fates messenger has a sense of humor.

This is a favorite scene.

There’s nobody to be seen when we reach the beach. The sun is setting to our right, turning the gently lapping waves a beautiful shade of orange. The trading ship is anchored far out and there’s no boat in sight. It doesn’t look like anyone will be coming from the ship, but maybe they’re late.

Torben looks like he’s anticipating a threat. He’s in a defensive stand, ready to shift any second. The other bears are similar, except for Húnn and myself. I trust Alis to come out and shift us if the need arises. She can shift faster than the guys, but it’s her doing the shifting, not me. All I do is open my mind to her and let her take over. It still goes against all my instincts, but it works. And if I expect her to let me have full control while we’re human, I better give her the steering wheel when we’re a polar bear.

I chuckle to myself. Yup, we’re a polar bear, occasionally. Life is strange.

“Yes, it is,” a melodious voice says behind us, making me jump. It’s the girl from earlier, as I predicted. She looks the same, except that her green eyes are glowing now. Like cat’s eyes that are hit by light. Creepy.

Torben takes a protective stance in front of me. Silly man, I know how to protect myself. I can feel Alis watching, close to the surface, ready to jump.

“Thanks for coming,” the girl says, looking at us curiously. That makes her even creepier. She looks at us as if we’re strange, unusual, even though she’s the one with the glowing eyes.

“Isla, would you mind calling off your bears?”

“They’re not mine to call off,” I reply coldly, but I notice that Torben’s claws retract at my words.

“Oh, I’m pretty sure they are,” she laughs brightly. “Just because only one of them is bound to you doesn’t mean the others don’t belong to you.”

“How do you know that?”

“Isla sweetie, I know a lot more than you think. And feel free to voice your suspicion to the others. They can’t hear your thoughts like I do.”

Stunned, I steel my mind, doing the same that I usually do when I try to keep out Alis.

“Not working,” the girl says cheerily and I glare at her.

“What suspicions?” Bertie asks quietly.

I sigh. “That she’s one of the Fates.”

“Before you all faint from shock – no, I’m not one of the Fates,” the girl giggles. “I’m only their lowly messenger. Servant, if you like. Lover, occasionally. Have you figured it out yet?”

Dumbfounded, we all stare at her. I was right, she’s not a normal girl. She’s definitely not the age she seems to be. And probably dangerous.

“Have we figured what out, exactly?” I challenge her and Torben shoots me a proud glance.

“Why you’re on Inchbrach. Why this island is special.”

“I’m sure you’re going to tell us.”

She sighs. “Yes, but only because I have better things to do than babysit a horde of bears. The Ladies want to see you and Inchbrach is the place you’ll get to do that. There’s a portal somewhere… but telling you where wouldn’t be any fun!”

She laughs brightly and runs off, leaving us without looking back.

I’m stunned.

“What just happened?” Húnn asks, just as confused as I am.

“Well, we either met a deluded young girl or a servant of the Fates. Take your pick,” Arnold says drily. “I never heard of them taking on servants. I always thought they work alone.”

“So you knew about them before this?” I ask, my mind spinning.

“They’re a legend, but so are werewolves and werebears. I tend to keep an open mind about it all, even if some of it doesn’t turn out to be true. There’s usually a grain of truth in every fairy tale.”

“He’s very wise like that,” Bertie says lovingly and puts an arm around his partner’s waist. My heart warms at the sight of those two lovers. One day, I want to be like them. Except that I’ll have four bears to cuddle, not just one.

“So what do we do now? She spoke of a portal, any idea what she could mean?” Torben asks our hosts.

“No clue. We’ve never noticed anything unusual while roaming the island. But then, we’ve not exactly been looking for portals. I didn’t know such a thing exists.”

Torben frowns. “From tomorrow, we’ll search the island. Arnold, Bertrand, do you have a map we can use to assign areas? And Isla, you should try and ask Alis if she knows anything about portals or even whether the Fates really have servants.”

“There’s a map but it’s not very accurate. It’s from before the Drowning, but we’ve marked the current coastline on it.” Bertie sadly shakes his head. “I can’t believe this used to be a village far away from the sea. I’d never have thought…”

“None of us did,” Arnold comforts his partner. “I think people would have looked after our planet much better had they known what the Drowning would do.”

They had a portal back in Arcadia, but not for the Fates, just for the Gods. Most of them dwelled on Earth but sometimes they disappeared through the portal and wouldn’t say where they went.

Alis is back and this time, her sadness doesn’t overwhelm me. I didn’t even notice that I’d let down my barriers. Maybe it was that girl with her strange mind-reading abilities.

“What did it look like?” I ask aloud before noticing that the men don’t know what I’m talking about. “Alis says she’s seen a portal before,” I explain.

A marble gate, two big columns with a shimmering ethereal fabric in between. Like silk, but magical. It was always guarded and us humans weren’t allowed to get close. But even from the distance it looked both beautiful and dangerous.

Why dangerous?

It felt strange, like it was trying to suck you in.

I can almost see her shudder. If it worries Alis, then it should warn us all to be careful.

Everything seems to be spiralling out of control. When did the world become so complicated? I’ve only just got used to bear shifters existing – and being one of them – and suddenly there’s Fates and Gods and portals. And girls with glowing eyes. This time it’s me who shudders. I’m glad creepy-girl is gone. Although she ran off and didn’t take a boat back to the trading ship, so is she still on the island? Or did she disappear through the portal?

“We should follow her tracks,” I suggest. “If she went through the portal, that will save us having to search for it.”

“That would almost be too easy,” Torben mumbles but he doesn’t challenge me. I know it’s not the best idea ever, but better than just randomly searching the island.

“Ràn, you’re our best tracker, go with Isla and see what you can find. The rest of us will be back at the house.”
Skye MacKinnon. Claiming Her Bears: The complete series (Kindle Locations 2466-2521). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

Once they find the portal, only Isla and two of her bears are brought through it. They quest the fates have in mind is emotional and dangerous. The outcome means the bear shifters would once again be able to have offspring.

A strange and mysterious tale, with plenty of danger and sizzling heat.

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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.

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Rescued By Bears – Claiming Her Bears Book 1 By Skye MacKinnon


Rescued By Bears
Claiming Her Bears Book 1
By
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Skye MacKinnon

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Can she tame her bear shifters
or will she be their dinner?

Alone, frozen, and far from home, Isla finds herself in the care of four frustratingly sexy bear shifters. They soon end up on a Scottish island, trying to survive the disasters of a failing world.

With new relationships unfolding, Isla has to make the decision between her humanity and the bears protecting her.

Will winter drive them apart
or can Isla claim her bears?

Rescued by Bears is a full-length reverse harem novel featuring one sassy heroine and four sexy bear shifters (including a polar bear!). Prepare for strong alpha males with a trace of vulnerability, an epic quest, Viking beards, very steamy scenes, Scottish landscapes, Celtic mythology and a post-apocalyptic setting.

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Isla’s Uncle has decided she should marry, the one he has chosen is the man who was married to her best friend. When Isla found her tied up and beaten she frees her. Julie was never seen or heard from again, a boat was missing and Isla had been punished for it.

Sort of resigned to her fate, her wedding coincides with the celebration of the Winter Solstice. With many revelers she wanders away then starts running across the vast expanse of frozen ocean. Eventually she collapses from the cold not expecting to wake.

Instead Isla wakes wrapped in warmth by a fire. Unwrapping herself she starts to explore her surroundings.

This is a favorite scene.

A screetch signals the opening of the front door.

“Hello?” a male voice calls. “Shit, where–”

A guy comes into the room. Oh my. He’s gorgeous. His blond hair falls down to the thick lashes circling his pale blue eyes, his jaw has just the right angles, and his beautiful, full lips are saying – “There you are! I was worried you may have gone outside. It’s cold out there, and you could have easily got lost. I almost got lost when we first got here, no paths, you see?”

I stare at him. Is he for real?

“Sorry, I’m not used to strangers, and I’m babbling. Sorry. I’ll stop now.” He pauses, then grins and bursts out: “How are you feeling?”

“I’m… eh… who are you?”

“Oh, I’m sorry, I’m Finn. Finnean, really, but everybody calls me Finn.” He does a short bow, which makes me stare at him even more. “And who do I have the pleasure of talking to?”

“Isla, my name is Isla. Do you live here?”

He looks around himself as if he’s not quite sure about something. Then he nods. “Yes, me and my friends. They’re outside now, but should be back soon…” He still looks distracted.

“Was it you who found me on the beach?”

“What? No, that was Torben, the… my friend. He was out for a walk when he spotted you lying in the snow. You looked pretty blue. I mean blue. And pretty. Aargh. Sorry, I haven’t talked to a girl in a while.” He grins at me, sheepishly. He motions for me to follow him back into the living room. The fire is calling to me, and I sit down on the furs next to him. The light of the fire makes his hair look almost golden. He’s beautiful in a fine, angelic kind of way. An angel with quite a bit of muscle – stop it, Isla. He could be anyone. I mean, who lives on an island with just friends? How do they survive?

He clears his throat. Adorable. “So, what brought you to this island?”

“Well, I kind of had to leave my home, and the sea was frozen, so I just started to walk – and eventually ended up here. I didn’t really think it through. It was probably a mistake, but… I couldn’t stay there.”

“Why?” he asks softly, his eyes meeting mine.

“I was supposed to do something that I didn’t want to do.” I pause and laugh humourlessly. Ok, that sounded like I was a child who didn’t want to do her chores. “Actually, my uncle wanted me to marry a guy from our community. And I didn’t want that. That man… he scares me. I couldn’t stay.”

He’s still looking straight into my eyes, and somehow I’ve got the feeling that they’ve told him a lot more about what brought me here than my words.

“Why would your uncle make you? I guess you’re not close?”

“Close? No, not really. I don’t think he sees me as anything other than a young, unmarried woman who can be sold off. There are not many women living on our island, and even fewer ones young enough to have children. The island’s population is growing older, and we need younger workers who still have energy and can be moulded-” I stop, shocked at how I had repeated my uncle’s words. I’m usually so careful, locking away all I heard when he had men over for meetings. This guy and his blue eyes are getting to me. I evade his gaze and look out of the window behind him – into another set of eyes, big brown ones, surrounded by fur, lots of fur. I scream.

Finn whirls around, on his feet before I can even see him move. He’s leaning forward, looking ready to jump, when he sees what I’m seeing. A large dark bear running away from the house. I’ve never seen a real bear, but he looks exactly like they look like in photos. Big, shaggy, scary.

Finn let’s out a sharp laugh. “I see you’ve met one of our … neighbours.”

“Your… neighbours? Aren’t they dangerous?”

“Nah, not once you get to know them. They’re actually quite cuddly.”

He laughs, and I’m just about to shoot him an incredulous smile when I see a white bear burst out of the forest, chasing after the darker one.

“Is that a polar bear? Here? In Scotland?”

“Ehm, yes, I think so.” He gives me a shrug. “Must have swum here.”

I’m about to quiz him further when the door opens, slammed against the wall by a massive man. Huge. Giant. Enormous. I can’t seem to find a word for his massiveness. He’s all bulging muscle, almost ripping the black t-shirt he’s wearing. Wait, t-shirt? It’s freezing out there, and this guy is wearing – almost nothing. I shiver just looking at him.

“Are you cold?” Finn’s concerned voice comes from behind me. He must have been looking at me very closely to see the tiny shiver my body made.

“I’m fine. Ehm… who are you?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” the giant grumbles. He sounds like a mountain smiling at the morning dew.

“You’re a mysterious girl. You looked dead and frozen. Now you look… alive. Are you hungry?”

Only now I see the fish he’s holding in one of his oversized hands.

“Yes, I suppose I am. Thank you.”

He looks at me in confusion, then clears his throat. “You’re welcome. I guess.”

His shoes are leaving wet prints on the wooden floor as he moves into the kitchen.

“That’s Ràn,” Finn whispers. “You’ve met him on one of his chattier days.”

“Is he always walking around in t-shirts?”

Finn throws back his head and laughs. “Usually he’s wearing even less.”

“But it’s winter! Isn’t he cold?”

“He’s got a rather good metabolism,” he chuckles. “Now, where did we put the plates?”

point towards the kitchen. “There were some on the floor.”

“Ah yes, I don’t think anyone’s used them for a while. But nothing a quick wash shouldn’t improve.”

Men.
Skye MacKinnon. Claiming Her Bears: The complete series (Kindle Locations 209-257). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

After meeting the men who rescued her from certain death, she is given the attic room to sleep. Unfortunately for the men she hears their conversation and tries to flee injuring her ankle.

of course you know nothing is going to be easy and the number of OMG moments are many.

Lots of changes, surprises and sizzling romance in this first book of the series. I can’t wait to read the next one.

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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.

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Inside the Egg – A Seven Wardens Story by Skye MacKinnon and Laura Greenwood


Inside the Egg
A Seven Wardens Story (Book 9)
By
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Skye MacKinnon
&
Laura Greenwood

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Macey thought she was done saving the world…she was wrong.

When Amber uncovers an egg that could destroy the world, Macey and the other Wardens are drawn into a race against time to defeat the evil lurking inside the egg.

Can they give in to the egg’s demands? Or is there a way to restore balance to the world without giving in?

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While I still haven’t caught up on this series, I really enjoyed this short story.

Izban gave Amber a Dragon egg because she missed having pets. When Macey sees it she starts asking questions Amber couldn’t answer.

This is a favorite scene.

Macey stared at the giant golden egg in her hands.

“And you’re sure this is a dragon egg?” she asked Amber, who was grinning at Macey’s stunned expression.

“Izban promised. He knows how much I miss having pets.”

Macey choked. “You’re going to have a dragon as a pet?”

“Hey, you have five guys to keep you company. Sometimes, Izban just isn’t cuddly enough.”

The beithir was right about that. Macey was constantly kept busy by her partners. They either wanted something from her, or decided she was in need of attention. Not that she complained. She loved them, each and every one. Cam and Flint, both wraiths but as different as day and night. Jared, the passionate incubus. Ronan, her gentle selkie. And Luc, the daimon who’d given up everything for her. She was truly blessed. Even if she sometimes missed having some alone time.

“How big is it going to get?” she asked her friend.

“Well, I guess dragon-big? But dragons live for centuries, so I assume they grow quite slowly.”

“You assume? There’s a lot of guesswork going on.”

Amber shrugged. “I’m planning to go to the library soon to find something on dragon husbandry. There has to be a guide somewhere. How else would people know how to raise dragons?”

Macey cocked her head to the side and studied her best friend. Was she being serious? A dragon sounded like a lot of trouble, even for a girl who could shift into what was ultimately a giant flying snake. And if Macey had learned anything from her adventures, it was that most things weren’t what they seemed on the outside. And almost all of them were more dangerous.

“Why don’t I come with you?” she suggested. She had plenty of time, with her men busy doing their own thing.

Jared was still asleep, completely sated from last night’s activities and in some kind of incubus stupor. Flint and Cam were off running errands, while Luc visited his mother, and Ronan was doing…

She frowned. She didn’t actually know what Ronan was doing, but she hadn’t seen him in a few hours.

Amber squealed with delight. “Yes, it’ll be just like old times.”
Skye MacKinnon; Laura Greenwood. Inside the Egg (Kindle Locations 62-79). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

In order to find out more about the egg they go to the library. What they discover isn’t a good thing, at least they don’t think so.

Quite a few twists and turns as a snake leaves the inside of the egg to attach itself to Amber.

A few interesting encounters including one with Macey’s mother.

I really have to read this series from the beginning.

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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.

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Laura is a USA Today Bestselling Author of paranormal, fantasy, and contemporary romance. When she’s not writing, she can be found drinking ridiculous amounts of tea, trying to resist French Macaroons, and watching the Pitch Perfect trilogy for the hundredth time (at least!)

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Winter Goddess – Daughter of Winter Book 4 By Skye MacKinnon


Winter Goddess
Daughter of Winter Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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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.

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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!

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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.

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Winter Queen – Daughter of Winter Book 3 by Skye MacKinnon


Winter Queen
Daughter of Winter Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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“They say grief passes. They say the pain gets less.
Well, I don’t want it to go. I don’t want it to stop hurting.
The pain helps me function and get through the day. And it helps me focus on one thing: revenge.

“The Morrigan needs to die, no question about that. But first, Wyn and her Guardians need to find her.

While the Realm prepares for war, allies arrive from unexpected places. But there are enemies hiding in plain sight that could stop the war before it’s even begun.

Can Wyn destroy the Morrigan without sacrificing the lives of her loved ones?

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Since her human mother was killed by the Morrigan, Wyn has blocked out everyone, her guardians, her birth mother Biera, only Blaze has been allowed and then only because of his sparklies. After a horrible scene with Blaze her anger and depression ruling her, she fights her guardians attempts to reach her and the magic flares again. With everyone still blocked out she ends up back in the library of lives once again, this time she needs to decide live or die. After looking at her human mother’s book she decides life and her shields crash down.

Open again Biera is now able to save her from the destruction her magic has caused. Unfortunately the effort of saving everyone in that wing of the palace has left Biera with no reserves. She needs Wyn to rule.

There’s another problem too, Crispin her healer guardian is angry. While she reunites with Frost, Arc and Storm, Crispin stays away. She also begins her rule.

This is a favorite scene.

“Crispin?” I call out into the darkness, still following the pain in my chest. The only light here is the moon reflected by the snow, painting the garden in a gloomy, pale yellow colour.

“You shouldn’t be here,” his quiet voice says from the shadows. I find Crispin lying on a bench in the centre of the garden, looking up at the night sky.

“Stop moping and talk to me.”

I’m rougher than I intended to be, but I’m done with him evading me. Now that I know that he isn’t actually angry at me, I’m more confident in stopping him from pushing me away.

“You didn’t read it yet, did you.” His voice is so full of loneliness and resignation that I can’t help but bend down and kiss him. He doesn’t respond though; his lips aren’t moving like mine are.

Damn that man. Why can’t he just believe that I love him no matter what he did in the past?

I stand up and put my hands on my hips, looking at him angrily.

“Listen to me. I read it. Yes, it was painful to read. Yes, I felt sorry for you. Yes, I still feel guilty for making you write this. But you know what? It didn’t change anything about what you are to me. What I feel for you. Nothing can change that, and you know why? Because you’re in here.” I point at my chest, right where my heart is pounding hard. “And I’m in there.” I touch his chest, feeling his own heartbeat. It’s faster than mine.

“Now stop being like that and come back to me. I need you. No matter what you tell yourself, you’re mine, and you always will be.” I smile to soften my words a little. “You’re my Crispy.”

He chuckles bitterly. “I don’t understand you. How can you say things like that after reading what I did? About what she did to me? I’m tainted, Wyn, and I’ll never be whole. I’m not like the others. They can give themselves to you with all their heart, but I don’t have much of my heart left. She took it from me, she made me erase my humanity. And I know that I could become like that again, if she was to capture me. I’d do the same things again. I’d kill. I’d torture. I’d climb into her bed if she commanded me to. Can you really love someone like that? A monster?”

He’s sat up while he was speaking and tears are shining in his eyes, reflecting the moonlight.

I go on my knees and take his hands in mine, squeezing them hard. “You’re not a monster. And that bitch is never going to get her hands on you again. I’ll kill her before she even gets close to you. You’re free of her, Crispin. You’re no longer alone. You have me, and the guys. You don’t have to fight your demons alone.”

He looks down at me and a tear slides down his cheek.

“Even if the demons are real?”

I smile and squeeze his hands again. “Even then. Especially then. Real demons can be killed. We’ll deal with her and then you’ll be free.”

Finally, he gives me a tiny smile and wipes away his tears.

“You really are a Princess, Wyn. No, you’re a Queen.”
MacKinnon, Skye. Winter Queen (Daughter of Winter Book 3) (pp. 96-98). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

With Crispin it takes a bit more but once they are all together again things start moving rapidly towards war.

Flora the Goddess of Spring wishes and alliance and then there’s the dragons and Ada to deal with.

So much happens in this book, there is pain, tears, battle plans, laughter and sizzling heat.

I can’t wait read the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

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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.

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Purgatory City – Through The Gates Book 1 by Rebecca Royce & Skye MacKinnon


Purgatory City 
Through the Gates Book 1
By
Award Winning Authors
Rebecca Royce
&
Skye Mac Kinnon

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Play the Game or die.

Alone in a desolate world ravaged by war and alien invasion, Eileen Paine offers herself to indentured servitude in Purgatory City—a chance at a different life.

No one knows what happens beyond the gates, but it has to be better than the peril in the Blastlands. Nothing could have prepared her for the darkness, the tests, the changes, or the people she meets. Least of all being changed and controlled by the aliens in power.

With no guarantee of success, eliminations happening frequently, and the threat of potential allies becoming enemies, does Eileen have what it takes to survive? And when her heart gets involved, can she live with what she has to do to escape Purgatory?

When I started reading this I wasn’t sure what to expect. I sure didn’t expect cages and voices. The terrain Eileen was to navigate was foreign and she is given very little direction. On that first challenge she meets Clay, X and Y, and Kenny who was on the cage next to her joins as well. What ensues is an initiation of sorts, one where she believes she’s going to die.

This is a favorite scene.

Both men stared at me, not saying a word. I felt a little uncomfortable under their intense gaze, but I kept looking straight ahead, taking both of them in. Their bodies were athletic and lithe, perfect for surviving in whatever cruel game we were playing. I bet they could outrun me without even breaking a sweat.

Suddenly, the guy on the left shot forward, wrapping his hands around my throat. We tumbled to the ground, my back hitting a sharp stone. I would have screamed if his hands hadn’t prevented me from breathing. I struggled against his grip, but he shifted around until he was sitting on top of me, using his body weight to subdue me. I tried to pry his hands off, but he was too strong. No matter how much I scratched him, he didn’t let go.

Black spots began to shimmer in front of my eyes. Now would have been a really good moment for Tim to resurface. There were sounds in the background, but my eyes started to buzz, droning out the voices. I was becoming too weak to struggle.

I was dying.

He was killing me.

“Oh no, he’s not.”

Tim’s voice rang through my brain, loud and clear. A moment later, pain filled my skull and my vision disappeared, followed by a loud bang. The hands around my throat vanished, and I drew in a ragged breath, almost too weak to breathe.

Then there was silence. I still couldn’t see, but nobody spoke to tell me what was happening. Time seemed to pass quickly but there was nothing I could do about it. My throat hurt like hell, and my lungs were burning. Why had that bastard tried to kill me? Had it been their plan all along?

Slowly, the darkness receded a little.

“Can you stand up?” Tim asked in my head after what felt like forever.

I doubted it. I couldn’t even blink my eyes open. I was weak as a baby, unable to move, unable to speak.

“Seems I need to work on this defense tech,” he muttered, almost as if to himself, which was kind of ironic seeing that it was him in my brain and not the other way round. “If it leaves you unable to run after deployment, it’s of no use.”

None of what he said made sense. I wish I could have asked him, but even swallowing was almost impossible. I wrenched my eyes open and groaned. Okay. I wasn’t being attacked anymore. The one who had been doing it was across the space, holding his head, and I clearly had done something to him, even if I couldn’t remember what that was.

“Interesting,” Kenny chuckled, his voice crazed once again. “I didn’t expect that. You were out for an entire hour.“

Clay groaned. “Neither did I. Nice trick, Eileen.”

Sounds of footsteps were followed by someone putting a hand on my forehead. “Wow, you’re burning up.

What did those bastards do to you?”

“She’s a new generation,” a new voice said. It had to be X or Y. “Sorry, lass. I had to know if they’d modified you. Only major threats reveal the tech they’ve implanted in you. Guess this is our lucky day.”

My throat hurt, and Tim wasn’t commenting. For all the tech that was apparently installed inside of me, healing me was clearly not a priority. They didn’t want me dead yet? Great. I was on board with that, but he could have thrown in a throat lozenge, and I’d have been thrilled with that, too.

Not that we’d had any for years. I rubbed my throat, and Clay bent over to hand me some hot tea. They must have brought supplies with them. I gladly took the mug.

The man grimaced. “Sorry about your throat. He wouldn’t have killed you. I mean, you would have passed out, but unless he was instructed to kill, X wasn’t going to do that.”

I leaned forward. “It was a dick move. Coming in here like you’re friendly, like you want to be some kind of big instructor and friend in this hellhole, and going for my throat? That is really low. Although, maybe I should be thanking you because your little test did teach me more than anything else could have.”

The fire they’d lit outside the cabin crackled as Y threw a stick into it. After X’s apology, those two had gone back to being silent. Clay had been right about them. They didn’t talk much. I preferred it that way.

Ken laughed, sitting back on his elbows. “No heroes in here, Eileen. I don’t like your name. I’m going to come up with something else. I’ll let you know when I decide what it is.”

I’d never cared for nicknames. “Don’t hurt yourself trying.”
Rebecca Royce; Skye MacKinnon. Purgatory City: Through The Gates Book One (Kindle Locations 274-309). Peryton Press.

These guys are all controlled by different voices, and her ‘Tim’ was a bit more helpful than theirs.

Eileen is snarky, efficient and sexy. The guys are handsome and protective even when they shouldn’t be.

An interesting, thrill packed tale with the beginnings of a reverse harem as Eileen finds she doesn’t want to be without any of them.

I can’t wait to read the next step in their journey!

5 Contented Purrs for Rebecca and Skye!

Rebecca Royce Rebecca Royce

As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days, that my parents think it was worth it.I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to eat all the barbecue in town.

I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I’ve been told I’m a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you’ll enjoy the action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.

In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and you should suspect that it will.

I’d love to hear from you!

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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.

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