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My Big Furry Alien Satyr – Starlight Monsters Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


My Big Furry Alien Satyr
Starlight Monsters Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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They took her from me.

My mate is in danger. And I will do anything to save her. Even take part in the Trials of Kalumbu, the most dangerous games in the galaxy.

Can I trust him?

I’ve been abducted by aliens, tortured, imprisoned, and now dropped onto a planet filled with monsters. My day couldn’t get any worse. Until an alien with horns and a tail arrives as my knight in shining loincloth. Is this yet another trick or is he really here to save me?

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As this book opens Silas is settling in to watch an IG hour of the Trials of Kalumbu. Each Artep crew member is requited to watch for an hour daily, looking for more Peritans (humans).

It seems several peritans were kidnapped around the same time and brought her to go through the trials unless they had other skills the Naga could use instead.

The trials are brutal and it’s been discovered that even the winners don’t survive.

Currently the only two survivors of the Trials are on board the Artep, Fay and her mate Vruhag were rescued not long ago and any new attempt would be more difficult now that they know someone’s out there to save them. The other human is Penny and her mate Qong, Penny worked on the spacestation and traded maintenance for passage for herself and Qong;

As Silas watches the contestants are presented 2 male aliens and a female peritan. Not just any peritan, she’s Silas’ mate. Now he has to save her. Only the captain of the Artep won’t risk the attempt. Silus won’t be deterred and steals a shuttle to help her before it’s too late.

Pria, has gone through much already starvation, sensory deprivation and torture all while naked in her cell. Now the bars have dropped away and she’s hurtling downward. She awakens to bird song and surveys the area around her until the birds take flight enmass. She doesn’t question why, knowing they were most likely fleeing for their lives and runs in the same direction they are flying.

After escaping one danger, she faces another, one of the contestants I assumed, she does get a couple of spears out that encounter. Continuing with the aid of the spears, she hears an engine, followed by a flash and a loud crash.

This is a favorite scene.

Everything had happened so fast. The alien emerging from the flames, the monster, the fight.

At some point during the battle, I’d realised that the alien had a tail. He wasn’t human after all. From afar, he looked human enough, but up close it was a very different story. What I’d thought was a helmet were actually horns; two huge, curled horns sprouting from the sides of his head. Back home, I would have assumed they were a prop, some weird goat costume, but here, I didn’t doubt for a second that they were real. He was an alien. An alien with horns. His ears weren’t human either, too pointy and big. His intense brown eyes were framed by bushy eyebrows, while a perfectly groomed goatee graced his angular chin. His chest was bare except for tufts of hair. Usually, I wasn’t a fan of chest hair, but in his case, it only made him even more masculine. He wasn’t quite as naked as me, even though the only garment he wore was a leather loincloth around his waist. It would have looked comical in any other circumstance, but not here in the jungle. The flames from the wreck illuminated the scene enough to see that his legs were covered in thick fur, the same maroon colour as his long hair. It looked so soft and fluffy that I was tempted to reach out and run my fingers through it, but I thought better of it. I couldn’t be sure yet if he was friend or foe.

My gaze moved further down and I couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath when I saw that his legs ended in hooves rather than feet. That realisation made the pain in my own feet flare up again. I grit my teeth, trying to suppress the urge to wince.

I was still on the ground where the alien had pushed me. That had been a total dick move. I would have ducked. Not that I was used to battling deadly monsters, but I had a good survival instinct.

“I would have ducked,” I said aloud, realising the alien was staring at me just like I’d been checking him out. “I would have ducked.”

He held out a hand to help me up. “I apologise. I had to make sure.”

Ignoring his hand, I sat up a little straighter, but didn’t stand. My feet were on fire. I didn’t think I’d be able to walk any further tonight.

The alien turned in the direction the monster had disappeared, his ears twitching. He picked up my two spears and stuck them through holes in his belt. His own spear was still embedded in the monster.

“We are safe for now, but we shouldn’t linger. The quecklra might return with friends.”

“The kwe… what?”

“Quecklra,” he repeated more slowly. “One of the most dangerous predators here on Kalumbu. We’re lucky to have escaped with our lives.”

“Kalumbu? Is that what this place is called? Why are you here? Are you with-“

“No time,” he interrupted not unkindly. “We have to go now.”

“We? Why should I trust you?”

He turned back to me, his expression dark. “Because I’m the only hope you have of ever leaving this planet alive.”

Good enough for me. He didn’t feel like a threat. And even if he was, it wasn’t as if I could run away. I was a sitting duck, ready to be eaten by the next monster that passed this way. He was my best option.

“I don’t think I can walk,” I admitted with a nod towards my feet. I didn’t want to have a closer look at my shredded legs. Once I saw the damage, I may no longer be able to hold back the tears.

I watched him as his gaze wandered to my feet. His eyes went wide, but my attention was captured by his ears. They curled up, the ends drooping like wilting flowers. I felt strangely sad at the sight.

He said something in another language, harsh words that were clearly curses. “I will make them pay,” he muttered in English, “I swear it to you. They will suffer as they made you suffer.”

He knelt by my side, his furry knees touching my bare thighs. A jolt of warmth shot through me where we touched. How strange. But certainly not the strangest thing happening to me today, so I ignored it.

“I will carry you,” he said. It wasn’t a question. He wasn’t asking for permission.

I should have protested. Shouldn’t let this stranger take control. Instead, I asked, “Where to?”

He tapped the leather brace around his right wrist. A topographic map appeared in the air above it. “The shuttle’s AI calculated the safest shelter options just before we crashed and sent the data to my commband. The closest one is only six farstrides from here.”

Commband? Farstrides? AI? I had so many questions, but before I could ask even a single one, he slipped one arm underneath my knees and another under my arms and lifted me. I was squeezed against his chest – his bare chest – while he carried me easily, without a single groan or huff of exhaustion. I tried not to lean my head against his bare skin, but I couldn’t help but breathe in his earthy scent. Roasted chestnuts with a hint of thyme. His skin was warm, hotter than it should have been despite the temperate night air. He would be great to keep close if the temperatures fell overnight.

No. I erased that thought from my mind.  

All I wanted was to get home alive, in one piece, without more mental scars than I already had.

We continued in silence, both of us listening for threats. The alien seemed to have better night vision than me; he didn’t stumble even once. The further we got away from the crash site, the less I could see as the glow of the flames was blocked out by giant trees, until I couldn’t even make out the alien’s face above me.  

The alien. We’d never introduced ourselves to each other. Fighting a nightmarish monster had taken priority.  

“I’m Pria,” I whispered.  

“Pree-ah,” he echoed without changing his fast gait. “Beautiful.”

I waited for him to tell me his name, but he stayed quiet.  

“And you are…?” I tried eventually.

“Silus Longtail.”

More silence. I took the hint and kept my mouth shut.  

My legs were burning with pain, made worse every time they bumped against a branch, bush or root. Silus clearly tried to find an easy passage through the forest, but the undergrowth was too thick. Several times, he had to turn back and try a different route.  

Exhaustion was getting the better of me. I let my head rest against the alien’s chest and closed my eyes. The deep drum beat of his heart was a soothing lullaby. Sleep embraced me, carrying me away from the pain-

“We’re here.”

I groaned softly, frustrated that I didn’t get to have a nap. Then I realised I’d been about to fall asleep in the arms of a stranger, and not only that, an alien with horns, hooves and a tail. I couldn’t let my guard down. He may seem like a good guy, but it was very possible that he was in league with my captors. What were the chances of a knight in shining fur just happened to crash his spaceship when I needed him? I had to keep my wits about me and be wary of the alien. This could all be part of some twisted experiment. Find out how long the human takes to trust the good cop after being released by the bad cops. Something like that.

Silus gently lowered me to the ground, setting me down on something soft and warm. I couldn’t see a thing.  

“Where are we?” I asked, keeping my voice low just in case.

“A tree cave. Is there something wrong with your eyes?” He sounded concerned.  

“No, but it’s pitch black out there. Humans can’t see in the dark.”

“Oh. They never said.”

“They?” I asked sharply. I’d been right! He hadn’t just crashed here by accident. It had been part of the plan. I scuffled away from him, ignoring the pain shooting through my feet and legs, but I bumped against something hard almost immediately. Wood. Part of a tree?

“It’s a long story. You’re not the first Peritan I’ve met. Now stop moving, you’ll injure yourself further. Let me look at your wounds.”
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The surprise attack, a somewhat safe place to rest, treating of wounds and some getting to know you talk before sleep.

Of course, there’s still the problem of getting off the planet. That is solved in a most unexpected way.

I love this series and the way the characters grow to love and respect each other. There’s plenty of hold your breath action, emotion, and yes plenty of sizzle.

I can’t wait for the next book!

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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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Alien Abduction For Unicorns – The Intergalactic Guide to Humans Book 7 by Skye MacKinnon


Alien Abduction for Unicorns
The Intergalactic Guide to Humans Book 7
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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Unicorns are just as real as aliens.

Despite achieving fame and fortune as a renowned unicorn tamer, Bruin has never found the one thing he craves: love. When a horrific accident puts him deep in debt, Bruin’s only chance of returning to his old life is aiding his scientist father. Sent to find out why the people on a primitive planet called Earth don’t believe in unicorns, all Bruin has to do is abduct a human. But he never expected that human to be his fated mate…

All Tara’s ever wanted is to leave her small Scottish town and explore the world. Being kidnapped by a crazy guy with a fake unicorn wasn’t what she had in mind. Especially when the unicorn turns out to be real, and the crazily hot guy turns out to be an alien.

Her abductor is offering a chance to explore the galaxy with his charming unicorn in tow. But to see the stars, she’d have to give up everything, including the walls around her heart.

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This story opens with the worst day of Bruin’s life. The day that An’tia the stabhorn (unicorn) he was trying to calm charged him and her horn pierces his chest almost fatally. The organ transplant that saves his life bankrupts him and his only hope of paying is to agree to his sire’s terms of working for the Intergalactic University. He’s not interested at all, until he sees what his assignment will be. Studying the reason why Peritans (Humans) no longer believe in Stabhorns (Unicorns).

Tara is a tour guide at one of the many castles in Scotland. Since she had done a wonderful job with the social media post for the Mary Queen of Scots exhibition, she’s been chosen to do the same with Unicorns. Apparently someone at the Home Office had the brilliant idea to put horns on horses at Edinburgh Castle and the kids loved it.

When Tara’s putting out signs for the tourists, she sees the unicorn and a man with it. Their encounter is so much more than Tara expected.

This is a favorite scene.

Heaving the heavy wooden signs to the front gates, I noticed a lone man standing next to a horse at the other end of the parking lot. Hadn’t Sharon mentioned two unicorns? Maybe one had lost its horn.

With the sun behind him, their silhouettes were dark against the morning light, looking almost magical. I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture, then quickly set up the signs before I forgot.

The guy stayed in place, waiting for me to approach. His horse was huge, towering above him. I knew nothing about horses, but this one seemed exceedingly tall. Maybe they’d chosen it especially for the unicorn gig, since that would make it even more imposing when surrounded by small children.

Up close, the horse was even larger. I’d underestimated how tall the man next to it was. I wasn’t small, but next to him, I felt tiny. His shoulders were broad, his black t-shirt too tight for his muscular arms. He either had a job other than chaperoning fake unicorns or worked out every day. I blinked against the sun, trying to make out his features. He was bald; not a look I usually liked, but it only made him seem more attractive.

I chastised myself for letting my thoughts stray that way. I was here in a professional capacity. Maybe I was about to get my period. That always messed with my hormones and turned me into a cat in heat.

“Are you here for the photoshoot?” I asked. “Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t think we’re going to get any other unicorns visiting us today.”

My mouth was running away from me. Think before you speak, Tara. But he was making me nervous. He was intimidating and attractive and looking at me way too intensely. His gaze swept over me from top to bottom, as if he was ingraining every detail into memory. I felt strangely naked under his gaze.

I forced myself to focus on the horse. It was safer than to risk meeting his eyes and get drawn into their depths.

“That horn looks really realistic,” I blurted. “I assumed it would be a cardboard roll or something silly like that, but this is beautiful. How do you make it shimmer that way?”

The horse snorted, hot steam rising from its nostrils. Its fur was a silvery white all over, reflecting the morning sun. Its large eyes were a stunning turquoise framed with silver lashes. The mane looked freshly brushed and a few golden ribbons had been tied into it. I wondered if the guy had done that or someone else. He didn’t look the type to care much about ribbons.

The horn was a curved spire of silver and gold. I couldn’t quite determine what material it was made from. Definitely not plastic. It reminded me of mother-of-pearl, but that couldn’t be right. How was it even attached? I couldn’t see any cords. Surely they hadn’t glued it on? That would be cruel.

I wanted to reach out and touch the horn, but the huge horse was intimidating. It stared at me just like I’d stared at the fake unicorn. Its eyes sparked with intelligence. I’d never been around horses much, but I was starting to feel like this horse was special.

“You can touch her,” the man answered my unspoken question. He had a slight accent, but it was barely noticeable.

“Sure she won’t bite?”

“She won’t bite you.”

I faked a smile, not sure if he was making a joke.

“Does she bite other people?”

“Sometimes. She stabbed me once. I almost died.”

Alright, he had to be joking. That horn was fake and couldn’t be hard enough to stab someone.

I turned to look at him and realised his intense gaze was still fixed on me. “Are you making fun of me?”

“Never.”

He said it with such conviction that I didn’t doubt him in the slightest. Everything about him was intense. His huge body, his dark eyes that seemed almost black, every word that came from his perfectly shaped lips. Lips that looked very kissable indeed.

I took a step back to get some distance between us. This situation was becoming ever stranger. I should take them into the castle and start taking some pictures. For some reason, I didn’t want to stay alone with him any longer. Not because he was making me uncomfortable. Because he was making me feel too comfortable.

“Follow me,” I said and turned around before I could change my mind. “There’s a great spot in the Queen Anne Garden where you can see the castle looming up above. And after that, we can go into the inner courtyard for some pictures in front of the Royal Palace.”

The horse’s hooves click-clacked over the cobblestone, but the man’s steps were silent. I was tempted to look over my shoulder to make sure he was following me.

The security guard by the gate stared at us, his eyes wide. “That unicorn looks very real,” he muttered to me. “I didn’t know horses could be that big.”

I shrugged and waited until he lifted the barrier that prevented cars from driving into the castle complex. Something warm touched my shoulder, followed by a burst of hot air against the side of my face.

“Turn very slowly,” the stranger said, his voice calm. “No sudden movements.”

I did as instructed, coming face to face with the unicorn. She kept her muzzle on my shoulder. Something akin to humour twinkled in her turquoise eyes, but I had to imagine that.

“Reach up and stroke her cheek. She likes that.”

I gingerly rubbed the soft fur beneath the horse’s eye. She snorted and pushed against my hand as if to ask for more.

“I’ll take a picture,” the guard announced. “You two look adorable together.”

I frowned. I didn’t want to be called that. The horse was adorable, yes, despite her intimidating size, but not me.

Without warning, her tongue shot out and licked my ear. Yuck.

“Can I step away from her now?” I asked the horse’s owner, realising at the same time that I didn’t even know his name. I’d forgotten all about polite introductions. That wasn’t professional at all. I was representing not just the castle team, but all of Historic Scotland, the charity looking after many of Scotland’s ancient sites. I had to get my act together and stop being so affected by the stranger’s presence.

“Slowly, don’t startle her. She likes you.”

Great. I stroked her warm cheek one last time, then stepped back. She inclined her head a little, then snorted happily. At least that’s how I interpreted it.

“I’ll send you the pictures later,” the guard promised.

I probably wouldn’t take him up on that. I hated seeing pictures of myself. I preferred to be behind the camera where I could indulge my insecurities.

Now that the barrier was up, I led the stranger and the horse through the gate and up the uneven cobblestone path until we got to the gardens. The roses were in their final days of bloom and their sweet fragrance filled the air. It was one of my favourite parts of the castle complex.

Ignoring the ‘don’t step on the grass’ signs, I headed to the wall looming high above us. When I stopped to make sure they’d followed me onto the grass, I wasn’t surprised to have the stranger stare at me intensely once again.

“That beech tree over there is over two hundred years old,” I said, falling into my tour guide routine. “And did you know that Queen Anne, after whom this garden is named, never actually visited the castle?”

“I did not know that,” the man said, an amused smirk twisting his lips. “And there’s something else I don’t know. Your name.”

“Tara. Tara Crawford.”

He touched two fingers to his forehead and gave me a short bow. “Bruin, son of Tholin.”

Again, I felt like he was making fun of me, yet his expression was sincere. I couldn’t make head nor toe of this man.

He stroked the horse’s mane, getting a soft whinny in response. “And this is An’tia. She is as pleased to meet you as I am.”

The unicorn stared at me. Her turquoise eyes seemed to turn into swirling whirlpools, pulling me in. Unseen ropes wrapped around my chest, restricting my breathing. My knees buckled, yet I couldn’t look away from those gorgeous eyes. I was trapped, held in place by a force I had no words to describe. My body was frozen, yet my mind was free as I floated towards the unicorn, pulled into the depths of her soul.
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The unicorn rendered her unconscious and Bruin places her in his medpod once they were back on the ship. He does something that is going to anger Tara once she wakens. Well, angers her more than being abducted by a Unicorn. On second thought she’s pretty angry about that too. Then there’s the fact that she and Bruin are mates. That doesn’t go over well either.

An’tia, the unicorn, is far more than a pet and has more than a few surprises for this couple.

This is book is a lot of fun with plenty of laughter and sizzling heat.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

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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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Limited Edition Anthology! Pets in Space 7


Pets in Space
Limited Edition Anthology

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◆“Wynter and the Stone Dragonby S.E. Smith: Love blossoms between a human king and an alien princess when a portal between their worlds opens.
◆“Life-Debtby R.J. Blain: Hybrid human Viva and her pet fox have two rules: no names and no attachments. Why does the handsome man she rescued makes her want to break both?
◆“Marked Mateby Grace Goodwin: An elite hunter pursues a dangerous criminal on an unsuspecting Earth, only to be distracted by a mysterious woman and her furry pet.
◆“Alien Abduction for Unicornsby Skye MacKinnon: Unicorns are real, and alien Bruin is sexy as the stars. Can Scottish tour guide Tara forgive them for kidnapping her in the name of science?
◆“An Entanglement of Griffinsby Carol Van Natta: A space pirate and a pet sanctuary owner suspected of grand larceny get help from genetically-engineered griffins to recover the goods and find love.
◆“Cyborg Riderby Honey Phillips: Can a bioengineered mole named Eglantine find a way to rescue the scientist and the cyborg who are depending on her?
◆“Healer Heartby Carysa Locke: A telekinetic healer on a mission and a telepathic killer who is afraid to feel must trust an intelligent cat to help them save a group of children from death.
◆“Myra’s Big Mistakeby S. J. Pajonas: She’s burdened by a lifetime of disappointment. He’s been her secret admirer for years. Will a roll of the dice lead to a cosmic courtship?
◆“Desert Flameby JC Hay: Dr. Cerridwen Lewis is prickly, foul mouthed, and quick to anger; in other words, she’s everything Captain Kal and his pet scythewing ever wanted.
◆“Death Angel by Kyndra Hatch: How do you choose between your people and your mate? Especially when you’re a Korthan cyborg captain and your human mate unknowingly holds the key to lasting peace or unending war?
◆“Written in the Starsby Leslie Chase: Megan isn’t looking for love, especially not from an alien mercenary just passing through. But love, and her winged cat Nebula, have other plans.
◆“Liquid Courageby Winnie Winkle: Powerful sea witch Morgan is determined to save her beloved ocean creatures from thieving aliens. Tony offers to help, but he’s got secrets.
◆“Rhea’s Conundrum: A Witch in Spaceby by Candace Colt: Eccentric witch Rhea only dreamed of the stars. So how did she and her snarky cat end up in a junk-picker spaceship with sexy alien captain C’tloc?

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Pets in Space is back and better than ever! Featuring 13 original, never-before-released stories from some of today’s bestselling science fiction romance authors, starring your favorite sci-fi pets. These furry, feathered, and slightly alien friends are always ready for a new adventure with their two-legged human and alien companions. From dogs to cats to sea creatures and unicorns, these romantic tales show that pets are more than just animals – they’re family.

This limited-edition anthology includes stories by some of the biggest names in science fiction romance. The Pets in Space 7 authors continue their vital support of Hero-Dogs.org, the non-profit charity that improves quality of life for veterans of the U.S. military and first-responders with disabilities.

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I loved this Anthology! The pets are unique and captured my heart as did their owners and the way they find their HEA. Every single one deserves a 5-star review! I am going to review just two to give you a taste of these awesome stories.
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Alien Abduction for Unicorns
by
USA Today Best Selling Author
Skye MacKinnon

Series: The Intergalactic Guide to Humans series is a humorous take on alien abductions, probing, and other shenanigans.

Unicorns are just as real as aliens.

Despite achieving fame and fortune as a renowned unicorn tamer, Bruin has never found the one thing he craves: love. When a horrific accident puts him deep in debt, Bruin’s only chance of returning to his old life is aiding his scientist father. Sent to find out why the people on a primitive planet called Earth don’t believe in unicorns, all Bruin has to do is abduct a human. But he never expected that human to be his fated mate…

All Tara’s ever wanted is to leave her small Scottish town and explore the world. Being kidnapped by a crazy guy with a fake unicorn wasn’t what she had in mind. Especially when the unicorn turns out to be real, and the crazily hot guy turns out to be an alien.

Her abductor is offering a chance to explore the galaxy with his charming unicorn in tow. But to see the stars, she’d have to give up everything, including the walls around her heart.

This story opens with the worst day of Bruin’s life. The day that An’tia the stabhorn (unicorn) he was trying to calm charged him and her horn pierces his chest almost fatally. The organ transplant that saves his life bankrupts him and his only hope of paying is to agree to his sire’s terms of working for the Intergalactic University. He’s not interested at all, until he sees what his assignment will be. Studying the reason why Peritans (Humans) no longer believe in Stabhorns (Unicorns).

Tara is a tour guide at one of the many castles in Scotland. Since she had done a wonderful job with the social media post for the Mary Queen of Scots exhibition, she’s been chosen to do the same with Unicorns. Apparently someone at the Home Office had the brilliant idea to put horns on horses at Edinburgh Castle and the kids loved it.

When Tara’s putting out signs for the tourists, she sees the unicorn and a man with it. Their encounter is so much more than Tara expected.

This is a favorite scene.

Heaving the heavy wooden signs to the front gates, I noticed a lone man standing next to a horse at the other end of the parking lot. Hadn’t Sharon mentioned two unicorns? Maybe one had lost its horn.

With the sun behind him, their silhouettes were dark against the morning light, looking almost magical. I pulled out my phone and took a quick picture, then quickly set up the signs before I forgot.

The guy stayed in place, waiting for me to approach. His horse was huge, towering above him. I knew nothing about horses, but this one seemed exceedingly tall. Maybe they’d chosen it especially for the unicorn gig, since that would make it even more imposing when surrounded by small children.

Up close, the horse was even larger. I’d underestimated how tall the man next to it was. I wasn’t small, but next to him, I felt tiny. His shoulders were broad, his black t-shirt too tight for his muscular arms. He either had a job other than chaperoning fake unicorns or worked out every day. I blinked against the sun, trying to make out his features. He was bald; not a look I usually liked, but it only made him seem more attractive.

I chastised myself for letting my thoughts stray that way. I was here in a professional capacity. Maybe I was about to get my period. That always messed with my hormones and turned me into a cat in heat.

“Are you here for the photoshoot?” I asked. “Wait, don’t answer that. I don’t think we’re going to get any other unicorns visiting us today.”

My mouth was running away from me. Think before you speak, Tara. But he was making me nervous. He was intimidating and attractive and looking at me way too intensely. His gaze swept over me from top to bottom, as if he was ingraining every detail into memory. I felt strangely naked under his gaze.

I forced myself to focus on the horse. It was safer than to risk meeting his eyes and get drawn into their depths.

“That horn looks really realistic,” I blurted. “I assumed it would be a cardboard roll or something silly like that, but this is beautiful. How do you make it shimmer that way?”

The horse snorted, hot steam rising from its nostrils. Its fur was a silvery white all over, reflecting the morning sun. Its large eyes were a stunning turquoise framed with silver lashes. The mane looked freshly brushed and a few golden ribbons had been tied into it. I wondered if the guy had done that or someone else. He didn’t look the type to care much about ribbons.

The horn was a curved spire of silver and gold. I couldn’t quite determine what material it was made from. Definitely not plastic. It reminded me of mother-of-pearl, but that couldn’t be right. How was it even attached? I couldn’t see any cords. Surely they hadn’t glued it on? That would be cruel.

I wanted to reach out and touch the horn, but the huge horse was intimidating. It stared at me just like I’d stared at the fake unicorn. Its eyes sparked with intelligence. I’d never been around horses much, but I was starting to feel like this horse was special.

“You can touch her,” the man answered my unspoken question. He had a slight accent, but it was barely noticeable.

“Sure she won’t bite?”

“She won’t bite you.”

I faked a smile, not sure if he was making a joke.

“Does she bite other people?”

“Sometimes. She stabbed me once. I almost died.”

Alright, he had to be joking. That horn was fake and couldn’t be hard enough to stab someone.

I turned to look at him and realised his intense gaze was still fixed on me. “Are you making fun of me?”

“Never.”

He said it with such conviction that I didn’t doubt him in the slightest. Everything about him was intense. His huge body, his dark eyes that seemed almost black, every word that came from his perfectly shaped lips. Lips that looked very kissable indeed.

I took a step back to get some distance between us. This situation was becoming ever stranger. I should take them into the castle and start taking some pictures. For some reason, I didn’t want to stay alone with him any longer. Not because he was making me uncomfortable. Because he was making me feel too comfortable.

“Follow me,” I said and turned around before I could change my mind. “There’s a great spot in the Queen Anne Garden where you can see the castle looming up above. And after that, we can go into the inner courtyard for some pictures in front of the Royal Palace.”

The horse’s hooves click-clacked over the cobblestone, but the man’s steps were silent. I was tempted to look over my shoulder to make sure he was following me.

The security guard by the gate stared at us, his eyes wide. “That unicorn looks very real,” he muttered to me. “I didn’t know horses could be that big.”

I shrugged and waited until he lifted the barrier that prevented cars from driving into the castle complex. Something warm touched my shoulder, followed by a burst of hot air against the side of my face.

“Turn very slowly,” the stranger said, his voice calm. “No sudden movements.”

I did as instructed, coming face to face with the unicorn. She kept her muzzle on my shoulder. Something akin to humour twinkled in her turquoise eyes, but I had to imagine that.

“Reach up and stroke her cheek. She likes that.”

I gingerly rubbed the soft fur beneath the horse’s eye. She snorted and pushed against my hand as if to ask for more.

“I’ll take a picture,” the guard announced. “You two look adorable together.”

I frowned. I didn’t want to be called that. The horse was adorable, yes, despite her intimidating size, but not me.

Without warning, her tongue shot out and licked my ear. Yuck.

“Can I step away from her now?” I asked the horse’s owner, realising at the same time that I didn’t even know his name. I’d forgotten all about polite introductions. That wasn’t professional at all. I was representing not just the castle team, but all of Historic Scotland, the charity looking after many of Scotland’s ancient sites. I had to get my act together and stop being so affected by the stranger’s presence.

“Slowly, don’t startle her. She likes you.”

Great. I stroked her warm cheek one last time, then stepped back. She inclined her head a little, then snorted happily. At least that’s how I interpreted it.

“I’ll send you the pictures later,” the guard promised.

I probably wouldn’t take him up on that. I hated seeing pictures of myself. I preferred to be behind the camera where I could indulge my insecurities.

Now that the barrier was up, I led the stranger and the horse through the gate and up the uneven cobblestone path until we got to the gardens. The roses were in their final days of bloom and their sweet fragrance filled the air. It was one of my favourite parts of the castle complex.

Ignoring the ‘don’t step on the grass’ signs, I headed to the wall looming high above us. When I stopped to make sure they’d followed me onto the grass, I wasn’t surprised to have the stranger stare at me intensely once again.

“That beech tree over there is over two hundred years old,” I said, falling into my tour guide routine. “And did you know that Queen Anne, after whom this garden is named, never actually visited the castle?”

“I did not know that,” the man said, an amused smirk twisting his lips. “And there’s something else I don’t know. Your name.”

“Tara. Tara Crawford.”

He touched two fingers to his forehead and gave me a short bow. “Bruin, son of Tholin.”

Again, I felt like he was making fun of me, yet his expression was sincere. I couldn’t make head nor toe of this man.

He stroked the horse’s mane, getting a soft whinny in response. “And this is An’tia. She is as pleased to meet you as I am.”

The unicorn stared at me. Her turquoise eyes seemed to turn into swirling whirlpools, pulling me in. Unseen ropes wrapped around my chest, restricting my breathing. My knees buckled, yet I couldn’t look away from those gorgeous eyes. I was trapped, held in place by a force I had no words to describe. My body was frozen, yet my mind was free as I floated towards the unicorn, pulled into the depths of her soul.
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The unicorn rendered her unconscious and Bruin places her in his medpod once they were back on the ship. He does something that is going to anger Tara once she wakens. Well, angers her more than being abducted by a Unicorn. On second thought she’s pretty angry about that too. Then there’s the fact that she and Bruin are mates. That doesn’t go over well either.

While this is Pets in Space An’tia, the unicorn, is far more than a pet and has more than a few surprises for this couple.

This is book is a lot of fun with plenty of laughter and sizzling heat.

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Leslie Chase

Stranded on an alien space station with only books and an alien cat for company.

That’s Megan’s life, but she’s determined to keep smiling. She just needs to save enough for a ticket back to Earth, and she’s managing just fine—until Drask walks into her bookshop.

The grumpy alien mercenary is infuriating, arrogant, and hotter than molten steel. It wouldn’t be so bad if he wore more clothes—the blue-skinned alien’s muscles are a distraction Megan doesn’t need.

Talbrek Station is the perfect place to lie low. That’s what Drask needs after a mission gone wrong. Finding a bookshop is an unexpected benefit, especially one run by the sexiest woman he’s ever seen. Exasperating, smart, and unwilling to back down from anything, Megan is everything Drask desires, wrapped up in a curvy package that won’t let him think straight.

When the local criminals threaten both Megan’s bookstore and her pet, Drask can’t stand aside. Not even if it drags them both into a gang war.

Yesterday, getting off-station was Megan’s goal. Now, it’s a matter of life and death.

Drask’s ship The Cry of Battle just barely makes it to the Talbrek station. He’s immediately approached with an offer to buy, for parts. The damage is way more than he initially thought, but this isn’t where he wants to stay. He’s determined to find someone to fix his ship. Once a thriving mining operation, it’s now populated by pirates, thieves, smugglers and gangs at least two from what he can see. Most are what you would expect in the middle of nowhere, but one shop catches his eye. Written in the Stars, a bookshop. In a station filled with pirates, thieves, and smugglers?

Megan owns Written in the stars and lives there with a winged cat Nebula. Nebula really isn’t her pet, more she’s more a companion who can’t be owned. While Megan makes a small profit from her bookstore, she’s trying to save money to get home. This is not an easy task when she has to pay protection to one of the gangs. She’s surprised when a stranger walks in, they don’t have that many newcomers here.

Drask immediately lets her know his opinion of whoever owns the shop, but she holds her own. He even has a bit of an encounter with Nebula.

This is a favorite scene.

“I want to know why you think this is a good idea.” He gestured around at the stacks of books and other chaos around us. “Why would anyone open a bookshop here?”

“Not much choice,” I said, trying my very best to focus on his words rather than his voice. That hard, deep growl did things to me, and it wasn’t easy to think of an answer. “When I got stranded here, all I had was my book collection, so I made the best of it.”

He frowned and stepped closer to the counter. “I’m surprised you found any customers here.”

I grinned. “It drew you in, didn’t it? There are plenty of pirates who appreciate a good book, and more who like having someone around who’ll buy them.”

The alien bristled but didn’t argue with the comparison, just made a non-committal noise, and leaned over the counter. My breath caught and my cheeks burned at being so close to him.

Should I ask him his name? Should I kiss him? Ask him out for a drink? My mind spun out of control, paralyzing me with options. Good options, bad options, crazy options. And all I could see was his face, handsome and rakish, a scar across his left cheek adding to his appeal.

Nebula broke the moment with a hiss, pouncing at the alien with claws out, wings spread, and fangs bared. My reactions were too slow to do anything other than panic, but the warrior responded instantly.

He wheeled, one hand flicking out, claws extending from his fingertips. The other came up between him and Nebula, trying to block. But even his reflexes were no match for a flying cat, and she zipped over his arm to hit him in the face.

Caught off balance, he tumbled back and fell out of view with a crash. Nebula’s battle-yowl cut off when they hit the ground. I called her name, vaulting over the counter, terrified that I’d find her impaled on the warrior’s claws.

“Hah, what a fierce guardian you have,” the alien said. He held Nebula back from his face with one hand and scratched behind her ears with the other as he spoke to her. “Aren’t you a mighty warrior? Yes, you are.”

I breathed a sigh of relief as Nebula’s purr filled the shop. Hands on hips, I looked down at the pair of them.

“Some guardian. Look, some asshole’s buying her off with head skritches.”

He barked a laugh, momentarily silencing the winged cat with the deep booming sound. He gave her an apologetic look before replying. “Ah, I lie here at her mercy, a defeated foe. I offer her this in tribute, not as a bribe.”

Nebula’s purring resumed, louder than before. I snorted and shook my head. “You are ridiculous.”

“I am not, and you will not attempt to ruin my reputation by telling anyone about this. Otherwise…”

He trailed off, climbing carefully to his feet without disturbing the flying furball. I watched with both admiration and jealousy—she’d never been that comfortable or compliant with me.

Come on, Megan. If he scratched you behind the ears, you wouldn’t put up any more of a fight than she did. Just the idea made me blush bright red and stammer. “Otherwise, what?”

Drask lowered his voice to a growl that made me shiver. “Or I will have to punish you.”
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Megan does get Drask to buy a book on humans, with the condition that she will tell him what the book got wrong when he’s finished with it. After Drask leaves, Megan is visited by a group of thugs. She didn’t know them and when they asked for payment, she informed them she’d already paid the Stellar Kings. They aren’t with the Kings and want payment for their boss, A’Lun. The amount they want she could only pay once and that wasn’t how things usually work.

Nebula attacks one of them and just when she thought she’d have to intervene Drask returns. He saves them from bodily harm, but really doesn’t solve the lone term issue of a second gang wanted protection money.

This becomes the beginning of a quest, a friendship and something much more.

I loved the way this story plays out. Nebula is one of my favorite characters of all time and I would love to see more of her.

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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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Science fiction and paranormal romance author Leslie Chase loves writing, especially writing sexy romance! Over the course of her life, she’s done a lot of things, from working with the elderly to studying sword fighting to teaching tai chi. And, always, reading reading reading! When she’s not busy reading or writing, she’s busy thinking about what she’s going to write next or researching it – yes, damn it, looking at castles and swords and pictures of spaceships counts as research. She is a USA TODAY Bestselling author.

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Berserkr – Starlight Vikings Book 3 (Intergalactic Dating Agency) by Skye MacKinnon


Berserkr
Starlight Vikings Book 3
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The stars brought them together.
The stars didn’t expect the carnage.

Investigative journalist Laurel is on a mission. Women are going missing, women who registered with the Hot Tatties dating agency. On the hunt for the story that will make her career, she joins the agency, but when her match turns out to be a hunky alien warrior, everything changes. Aliens are real. This could the scoop of the century. To write her story, she’ll have to get close to him, closer than she had planned, closer than is safe for her guarded heart.

Alien warrior Rune is losing control. If he can’t get his human female to mate with him, he could go on a crazed rampage and end up endangering his crew. She’s his only chance of survival, but when Laurel disappears, his life hangs in the balance. Her choice could make or break everything.

They couldn’t be more different. Yet when the universe pushes them together, sparks fly, explosions occur, and everyone might be in mortal danger.

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Things have been going well for both the Hot Tatties Dating Agency and Vikingar. Many matches have been made and more are in the works. Somehow Exposure Magazine has picked up on many women going missing and want the story. They’re convinced it’s human traffiking and as such they are sending in Laurel, their best investigative journalist. She picks her alias dons a blond wig to cover her recently dyed blue hair, fills out the paperwork and gives the required DNA sample. She’s more than a little skeptical as to the DNA part, after all that would be a major scientific breakthrough, not something a small, privately owned dating agency would  have access to.

Rune is the captain of the Huginn for now, Errik has stepped into the Captain of the Valkyr, and Njal is on leave until Steff gives birth. It comes as a surprise to Rune when he gets the call a match has been found for him. He’s determined to take it real slow and not get any information on his mate until they meet face to face. He doesn’t want the fýst to start prematurely.

Unfortunately, the fates have other ideas and on her way to the shuttle Laurel falls and breaks her ankle. Rune instructs the shuttle crew to port Michelle from Hot Tatties and Laurel to the Huginn since they have state of the art medical pods.

Of course, Laurel is going to freak out. Michelle does her best to calm her, but she just decides she’s hallucinating. It’s not until the pod has done the job that Rune gets really upset. It seems the pod did away with Laurel’s blond wig.

This is a favorite scene.

But first, I had to deal with her hair. It had been a pale yellow when I’d laid her in the pod, but now it was blue, a brighter shade than my own, but still very much blue.  

“You were supposed to set all the parameters to Peritan!” I yelled at him while he frantically swiped through the medpod’s settings. “You must have made a mistake!”

“I didn’t make a mistake. I swear. There is nothing here that should have done anything to her hair. Why would it? Hair isn’t an essential part of Peritan anatomy. The medpod shouldn’t have impacted it at all. I can’t explain what happened.”

Klav was out of breath, sounding just as anxious as I felt. If it had changed the colour of her hair, what else had the medpod messed with? What if it had altered her organs? What if it had hurt her more than it had helped?  

“What’s wrong with my hair?” the female muttered sleepily. “Oh. The wig. It’s gone.”

“Wig?” I thundered. “Explain!”

“First, you explain why your accent is gone. Why is your English suddenly so perfect?”

I growled softly. She was challenging me. I liked it.  

“You’ve been fitted with a translator implant. Before, I was using my rudimentary language skills. Now, I am speaking my mother tongue while the implant is translating for you. It makes communication easier, so I thought you’d like having an implant.”

“You thought I’d like?” she echoed. “You implanted me with something because you thought I’d like it? What the fuck! If this was real, I’d report you for doing that. But since it isn’t-“

“It’s real,” Michelle interrupted, hurrying to us. She’d been talking to her boss via her primitive communication device. “Laurel, I’m sorry you didn’t get to have the same slow introduction as everyone else, but it’s too late for that now. I promise you, these guys are real. As is the spaceship we’re currently on. Would it help you to see the view?”

I glared at her. “No. Not now. First, I want to know about the hair. If my mate is in danger, I have to know.”

To my surprise, my little mate erupted like a fire-mountain. “Oh for fuck’s sake, it was a wig! Your weird machine dissolved it. This is what my hair looked like all along. Now stop all this before I have to check in to a psych ward!”

“What is a wig?” Klav asked before I could pose the same question.

Michelle sighed. “It’s fake hair, basically. People wear them for a variety of reasons, sometimes because they don’t have hair left or are losing it due to illness.”

I gasped. “My mate is sick?”

“I’m not. I just didn’t like the blue anymore,” my female muttered. She sounded tired. It was little surprise, the healing process would have used up a lot of her energy. She needed to sleep.  

I scooped her out of the medpod and hurried away, ignoring the shouts echoing after me. Usually, she would have stayed in a cabin on the Valkyr while preparing for our first meeting. Now that we’d already met, there was no reason for her to re-join the other females. She could stay with me.  

I ran to my cabin as fast as I could without making it too uncomfortable for my mate. She squirmed in my grip, feebly demanding that I let her down, but she didn’t know what she was saying. She was tired, confused. Of course she wanted to be with me, her mate. Once she’d got a good night’s sleep, she’d come to her senses.

I breathed a sigh of relief when my cabin door slid shut behind us. This wasn’t how I’d imagined meeting my mate for the first time. I’d wanted it to be just the two of us. Errik, the Acting Captain of the Valkyr, had met his female in what Peritans called a candle-burnt date. He’d even brought her plants from her planet’s surface. It had sounded very romantic, even though I didn’t understand the point of the candles or the plants. But living in space, raiding other species’ ships, for over two decades had taught me that all alien species had their own customs, no matter how peculiar. There was no use in trying to tell them that they didn’t make sense or were based on silly superstition. They believed in their little rituals and good for them.

“Let me down!” my mate demanded. What had Michelle called her? Laura?  

“Don’t struggle, Laura, I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”

“Laurel!” she hissed. “And the only reason I got hurt is because-“

“Because I wasn’t there,” I completed her sentence gravely. “And I am so very sorry about that. I shouldn’t have listened to Njal and the others. I should have known what’s best for my mate. But we shall talk about all that tomorrow. You need sleep. The medpod caused your broken bones to heal, but it drew on your body’s energy to do so. You’ll be weak for a few days. But do not worry, I will guard you at all times. No harm shall come to you.”

She looked at me as if I’d grown a second head. “None of that made any sense. Now let me down!”

I carefully placed her on my bed. She looked tiny on the mattress that was big enough to accommodate two Vikingr warriors. I was glad. Once I joined her, I wouldn’t have to be too worried to squash her in my sleep.  

I remembered that Peritans liked to be cocooned under a blanket when they slept. “Huginn, I need two blankets.”

“Affirmative,” the ship’s cool voice replied instantly, followed by a flash of blue light. Two thick blankets appeared at the foot end of the bed.  

“Magic,” Laurel gasped. “Or just another hallucination? I don’t even know anymore.”

I spread out one of the blankets above her, covering her up to her chin.

“Sleep,” I said gently. “I will watch over you. Sleep and recover.”

She looked like she wanted to protest and sit up again, but exhaustion was catching up with her. Her eyelids fluttered shut. I watched with a smile as she fell asleep, her breathing becoming more even and the frown turning into smooth skin. Now that she wasn’t glaring at me, I could inspect her properly for the first time. Her blue hair was shorter than the fake yellow hair had been, only reaching to just below her ears. I loved the colour. Her skin wasn’t blue like mine, but at least her hair was. Her thick lashes were brown, however, deepening my confusion. Was my mate like one of those Peritan animals who could change their colour? It would also explain why her fingernails were bright red. Small dots were painted on her nose and cheeks. War paint? A tribal sign? I’d have to ask her tomorrow. I clearly didn’t know as much about Peritans as I thought I did.

My communicator vibrated at the same time as my cabin’s viewscreen activated.

“Outside!” I whispered to the image of Captain Njal, before hurrying out of the room with one last glance at my sleeping mate.

The cabin next door was empty, so I went in there, leaving the door open so I could hear if anyone approached. I’d promised my mate to guard her. Just to be safe, I turned on the camera in my cabin and split the viewscreen in half, one side showing her, the other Njal and his female, Steff.

“What is going on?” Njal asked, his expression serious. “Klav contacted me, but I want to hear your side of the story.”
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After all is said and done, even with Rune in the throes of the fýst Laurel decides to return to Peritus.

Of course, she thinks she has the scoop of the century, what with aliens and all. She has no proof and even takes the intern Jenna on excursion to seek out the house where some of the Vikingar are waiting to be matched. Without being able to prove anything she loses her job, and we get to see the other side of mating.

This book had me crying and screaming at Laurel to go back. It’s quite the emotional rollercoaster and well worth the ride.

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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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Drengr – Starlight Vikings Book 2 (Intergalactic Dating Agency) by Skye MacKinnon


Drengr
Starlight Vikings Book 2
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He thought his life was over.
She’s about to prove him wrong.

After the loss of his betrothed, battle-scarred warrior Errik has locked his heart away. All he wants to do is be the fearless, emotionless Vikingr he trained to be. He never wants to love again – until he meets Holly, who knows the pain of loss. But is that shared experience enough to bring them together? And when the future of his species is under threat, will the strain tear them apart or make them stronger?

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Errik is furious, his wishes have been ignored and his DNA was submitted for a match. He hasn’t gotten over losing his Kvenn and doesn’t want another mate. The first group of mates are due on the Valkyr and Njal is ordering him off with the others. The Peritan (Earth) woman would have a bit of time to adjust to being on the ship before being introduced to their matches.

Holly is a widowed teacher she’s ready to start living again and signed up with Hot Tatties because of the claim to find soulmates. Not that she really believed that nonsense, but she was ready to put herself out there again.

While most of the others in her group were scared or shocked Holly was curious. She has so many questions as she realizes they were indeed on a shuttle to a larger spaceship.

The crew that have mates in this group were watching as they arrived all of them excited and while understanding why things had to move slowly, anxious to actually meet with them. The men are in a house on Earth and while Steff introduces the women to their history and what to expect in the days to come.

They don’t see much until the following day when Steff introduces them to her mate Njal. She also explains the technology of the cameras that allow their mates to observe them from afar.

While Errik hasn’t read the information on his mate, one woman catches his eye. She’s not nervous or scared her curiosity is written all over her face. He’s a bit surprised when Njal informs him the woman who has caught his eye is indeed his mate.

Holly herself is just absorbing this new environment and is the first to want to meet her mate. They had special rooms set up, they were romantic settings and of course the interpretations of some things were funny, yet sweet.

Errik in spite of originally not wanting to have mate, has now fully embraced the fact that he has one and even before he meets Holly has begun the Fýst. Their time together is fun and informative for both but it’s the end of the time together that really gets interesting.

This is a favorite scene.

We talked for hours. The ship kept serving us more food and once we were full, drinks started appearing, most of them alcoholic. By the time I’d downed my third bright green cocktail – it tasted of bananas and blueberries, despite the colour – I was tipsy, giggly and didn’t want to ever leave this room again.

A knock on the door interrupted Errik’s story of how he’d single-handedly raided an entire container ship. Most of his tales had been full of violence and bluster, but I found them entertaining and surprisingly adorable.  

“Come in!” I called, not surprised when Steff poked in her head.

“Hello, lovebirds. How’s it going?”

I exchanged a look with Errik. It was going fabulously. Better than any date I’d ever had. The agency’s matching technology had proved itself to be highly effective. Errik and I were matched perfectly. That wasn’t to say that we were the same, not in the slightest. I had no interest in war and battles, while he appreciated my insatiable curiosity and drive to learn, but didn’t have the same urge to know everything. His hobbies were working out, training and studying past battles, while I liked to be creative or go for long swims in the sea. On paper, we were nothing alike, but despite that, I felt a kindred spirit within him. It wasn’t just the shared experience of loss that connected us. It was so much more.  

“Great,” was all I said. Steff’s knowing grin said she already understood. After all, she had her own Vikingr match. She had to know what it felt like.  

“Errik, Njal says you’re needed back on Earth. You have another ten minutes to wrap this up, then I’m afraid your first date is over. You can meet again tomorrow – if you want, of course.”

“I do,” I said at the same time as Errik. I smiled at him with adoration while he flashed his pink teeth at me. Aye, we were perfectly matched.  

“Holly, come see me once you’re done,” Steff said on the way out. “Don’t talk to the other women yet. I want to have a chat first.”

I nodded, but the door had already shut behind her.  

“Ten minutes,” Errik mused. “How long is that in Vikingr time?”

It had to be all the alcohol that made me say, “Long enough for a kiss.”

Errik’s grin turned predatory. He was on his feet in an instant and then he was towering above me. Again, he had moved faster than my mind could comprehend. Steff had said nothing about superhuman speed, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t real.  

Slowly, with a slight wobble I blamed the cocktails for, I stood up. I only reached to his collarbone – his blue, silky, muscle-surrounded collarbone. Some of my ovaries fainted at the sight. His eyes reflected the candlelight, sparkling like stars in the night. He wasn’t smiling anymore. His expression was serious, intense, hungry. He devoured me with his sweeping gaze until I couldn’t take it any longer.  

“Do you feel it?” I whispered huskily.  

He didn’t reply. Instead, he cupped my cheeks with his huge, calloused hands, before his lips met mine. The first few moments were sweet, gentle and strangely normal. A kiss that a human guy would give. But then he slung one arm around my waist, pressing me tightly against his hard body, and the kiss turned feral. All softness disappeared as he claimed my mouth. This was more what I’d been expecting. And I loved it.  

He tasted like the sea, salty and wild, while his sandalwood scent filled my nose. His beard rubbed against my cheeks, but the hair was softer than it looked and didn’t chafe.  

I got lost in the kiss, letting him plunder me with his demanding tongue. My body was screaming for more. My breasts were taught and heavy, my core throbbing with need. I could feel his erection between us, a hard rod of temptation. For a moment, I wondered what he looked like, but then a sharp, delicious pain on my bottom lip drew my attention. His vampire teeth must have grazed me. Unaware, he continued, and I saw no need to tell him. On the contrary, I wanted to feel that pain again. Wanted him to bite me. They did it during their wedding night, but maybe he could give me a little preview?

I didn’t recognise myself. This wasn’t vanilla-Holly. This was a seductive vixen slumbering deep within, only emerging now that she’d found her match. Following the urge to feel more of him, I ran my hands over his back, amazed how even there, he had planes of thick muscle. He was a beast, a warrior, and he was mine.

A knock on the door made us freeze for a heartbeat before we continued, our kiss turning more desperate. We were running out of time. And I never wanted to let go of Errik ever again. I clung to him, breathing in his alluring scent, feeling his hardness press against my body. I wanted more, needed more. Ten minutes were like a drop of water for someone dying of thirst. I couldn’t stop. Didn’t want to. And Errik seemed to feel the same. His tongue raided my mouth, his lips hard against mine, only occasionally lessening the pressure to breathe. One hand roamed over my back, while the other was tousled in my hair, holding my head in place as if he was scared I’d move away from him. As if. There was nothing that could make me leave. Nothing.

The door slid open behind us, but we ignored it. Didn’t listen when Steff shouted something. The world around us didn’t matter.  

I was pulled away from Errik. I struggled against the grip around my waist, but then another set of hands clamped around my arms and pulled me back. Reality slowly drifted in, waking me from my blissful state. It took me a moment to realise what I was seeing. Three Vikingar warriors were restraining Errik, pushing him against a wall.

“What the fuck are you doing to him?!” I screamed, turning around to face my own attackers. Steff and Njal stood side by side, their faces grave.  

“Let go of my mate,” Errik growled, fury lining his words.  

Njal lifted his hands. “Not touching her. I am sorry, but we have an emergency. We need the two of you.”
Skye MacKinnon. Drengr (Kindle Locations 828-874). Peryton Press.

The emergency that ensues involves the IGA, a secret revealed and a whole lot of heat in more ways than one.

I really enjoy these dating agency books and I really can’t wait for the next Vikingr one.

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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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Vikingr: Starlight Vikings Book 1 (Intergalactic Dating Agency) by Skye MacKinnon


Vikingr
Starlight Vikings Book 1
By
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Skye MacKinnon

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He’s an alien Viking.
She has no intentions of being his captive.

Njal enjoys the life of a ruthless Vikingr captain: eat, drink and pillage to his heart’s content. Then he and his crew of warriors get the worst possible news: their planet is destroyed.

If their species is to survive, they must claim females to breed offspring. Luckily, scientists at the Intergalactic University discovered that women on a backwater planet called Earth are compatible. And what does a Vikingr do once he’s found his mate? Right, he abducts her.

Steff is terrified of the huge blue alien who’s kidnapped her. He’s wild, loud, and has never heard of table manners. But is there pain and vulnerability behind his bluster? Perhaps she can help him and his men. Not by becoming his mate, no way. By adding them to the roster of her dating agency. Maybe he won’t hold her hostage if she finds him another bride…

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The prologue of this book takes place two years prior when Njal the Bloodthirsty and his crew are stricken with the pain of the knowledge that their planet is gone and with it everyone and everything they’ve always known.

Hot Tatties Dating Agency is a success thanks to the Albyans. They’ve made sucessful matches and the native females are starting to wake. There is however an exclusive contract in place. As her day is winding down Steff gets a strange phone call asking if Peritans are compatible with him. She instructs the caller leave genetic sample with the Intergalactic University (IGU) to find out.

Njal secretly contacted the IGU and got a list of compatible species, the thing is although the Peritans are on it they were crossed off. Apparently, they are now under intergalactic protection. With IGU and Intergalactic Authority satellites orbiting the planet he knows they are breaking all sorts of laws but he doesn’t care. Njal has a purpose and he won’t be deterred or kept waiting, he’s going to kidnap a woman.

Steff is almost home after an exhausting day at Hot Tatties when she’s accosted by a man. The next thing she knows, she’s waking in a dark room. Realizing she’s been kidnapped she decides she’s not going to be a victim here. She’s going to get out of this. She’s also fortunate to have a translator implant.

This is a favorite scene.

He wore heavy combat boots, black as the night, the style completely at odds with his shirtless chest.   As if he’d been in battle and forgotten to put on his armour. Or used his naked torso to distract his enemies.

“Like what you see?” He grinned wolfishly. His lips were midnight blue, but the teeth flashing between were a pale pink. His incisors were too sharp for human standards. Did his species bite?  

I looked him straight into his cobalt eyes, refusing to feel guilty for checking him out. A, don’t walk around half-naked if you don’t want to be stared at, and B, he’d abducted me and I had every right to observe who’d kidnapped me. Plus C, I had ovaries. No straight woman could look at this guy without feeling a slight flutter in her nether regions. He oozed masculinity.

“Who are you and why did you abduct me?” I demanded. “This planet is under the IGU’s protection.”

He seemed taken aback. “You know about the IGU? I thought Peritans didn’t know about life beyond their planet.”

I grinned at him, hoping to unsettle him with my display of confidence. I hoped he couldn’t see the slight tremble of my hands as I faced off my abductor.  

“I deal with Albyans and the IGU on a daily basis. You chose the wrong woman to abduct. I repeat, why did you kidnap me and who the fuck are you?”

He pushed back his shoulders, all pride and bravado. “I am Njal the Bloodthirsty, captain of the Valkyr. I am a Vikingr – if you’ve heard of Albyans, I’m sure you’ll know of the great Vikingr race. We are feared and admired across the galaxy.”

Arrogant much? What an arse.  

“Well, I’ve never heard of you. And if you have to give yourself a scary title, that’s only proof that you’re not as fearsome as you think. Now answer my bloody question before I get angry.”

My drama teacher would have been proud of my performance. Inside, I was scared shitless, but he didn’t have to know that. Once I was back home, I’d send my alma mater’s drama department some flowers.  

Njal continued to grin at me, but his gaze had turned from curious to appreciative.  

“Peritan females really are as strong as I’d hoped. That’s excellent news. The IGU scientists were sure that we’re compatible on a physical level, but a true Vikingr would never accept a soft female as their mate, even if he could breed her.”

Breed. The word echoed in my mind and I suddenly felt very cold. This wasn’t an alien like the Albyans – honourable, decent, kind. Albyans didn’t use words like breeding. They conducted sacred rituals as their version of marriage, which gave a human woman the same rights as her alien husband. Women weren’t seen as walking wombs like I’d heard other alien species treated their females.

Why couldn’t I have been abducted by a nice alien?

“You’re not going to breed me,” I hissed.

The door behind him was still ajar. I could try and run. But where to?  

“Perfect,” Njal muttered, his gaze still roaming my body. “My crew will be pleased.”  

Crew. Multiple aliens. He was going to give me to them.

My knees wobbled with fear, but I pushed past it. I had to show strength. So I ran at him and jammed my knee right up his crotch.
Skye MacKinnon. Vikingr (Kindle Locations 311-337). Peryton Press.

Steff’s first attempt at escape is thwarted by Njal and fortunately for him she had been heading in the direction of his cabin. He’s determined to get to know this female and see if they were compatible in ways other than just science.

I truly enjoyed the way this book plays out, there’s laughter, tears, frustration, sizzle and so much more!

I can’t wait to see what’s next in this series.

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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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My Big Green Alien Orc – Starlight Monsters Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon


My Big Green Alien Orc
Starlight Monsters Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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Aliens are real.

I know because they abducted me. Now I’m trapped in a deadly game and everything I do is for the entertainment of aliens. If I fail, I die. My only chance of survival is a big, scary monster…but is he truly on my side or is this yet another game?

She’s my mate.

They showed me my fated female, then took her away. I will do anything to get to her. I will tear this planet apart. And once I have found her, I will claim her as my mate.

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This book opens as Vruhag smells his mate is near. He’s trapped in his cell that even he with all his orc strength can’t escape. Although he does some damage before they get a restraining collar on him. The mating fever riding him hard.

Fay McLean has no idea where she is when she wakes with a massive hangover. At least that’s what she thinks it is. She’s in the dark and tries to find a window or door, but there aren’t any, it’s a cell. The question is where.

The next thing she knows, she’s naked and submerged in water on a planet that is clearly not Earth. She needs clothing, shelter and food and then to figure out how to get home.

Vruhag is forced to watch as his mate is sent to the surface with no clothing or weapon to use against the monsters that inhabit that planet. He needs to find her, mate her, and then survive for ten days to be freed. That was the rule of the Trials of Kalumbu. Unfortunately, he’s sent down with only an axe and with no idea of where Fay could be.

Fay has a stroke of luck when the first creature she meets on this horrific planet is a Chii, the small creature leads her to its home and there she begins to learn about where she is and what happens there. The chii who found her is called Ali’quii and her relative Ta’quii is the powerful clan-mother. Ta’quii is the one who tells her someone is searching for her and that Ali’quii’s chosen has found him and is leading him to her. It seems this someone is her mate. Not that she believes in such things.

The first thing Vruhag does is kill for food, he’s weak and not at his top strength. He’s not so lucky in his search for Fay, he has to battle not one but two rakefangs. They were attacking a small chirping creature, and he couldn’t let them win. The creature he saves is a Chii and his name is Ano’quoo and he is traveling to meet his chosen and will lead Vruhag to his mate. She’s with Ali’quii and her clan safe for the moment.

The first meeting between Fay and Vruhag is interesting to say the least. He can understand her, but she can’t understand him. Ano’quoo and Ali’quii get them to a safe place and create a mind room for them to talk.

This is a favorite scene.

I sat cross-legged opposite the two chii, while Vruhag kneeled to my right. He wore the same brown kilt as in real life, but he now had straps and holsters wrapped around his shoulders and arms. A knife glinted from a bone sheath strapped around his forearm, while the pendants on his necklace suspiciously looked like teeth or fangs. He oozed strength and uninhibited power.

“Can you understand me now?” he asked, his deep voice echoing through my mind. I didn’t hear him with my ears, but with my heart.

“Yes, I can.”

He smiled at me, and my mouth went dry. It was a sinful smile, full of desire and promises. He shouldn’t smile at me like that. Not when we were strangers.

“Tell me why we’re here. Tell me how to get home,” I demanded.

His smile disappeared in an instant. “This planet is called Kalumbu,” he began slowly, as if not sure what to tell me and what to sugar coat. “In simple terms, it’s an arena. Cameras watch everything we do. The show is broadcast on hidden channels across the galaxy. Contestants are sent here to fight for survival. If they are still alive after ten rotations, they are taken to safety.”

“How long is a rotation?” I asked at the same time as Ali’quii muttered, “Wrong.”

Vruhag’s attention snapped to the chii. “What?”

“They’re not safe.” For the first time, Ali’quii moved her lips while speaking. “I’ve seen them. They’re lifted on a floating platform, high into the sky, then they’re pushed over the rim. They fall. They crash. They die.”

A barrage of emotions ran across Vruhag’s face. He was so expressive. Or was I just particularly attuned to him? It felt easy to read what he was feeling even though he wasn’t human.

“Are you sure?” he asked hoarsely.

Ano’quoo’s tufted ears lowered. “I have seen it as well. Nobody ever leaves here alive. The beasts feast on them, whether they’re alive or dead. The forest feeds off its sacrifices.”

A series of shivers ran down my back and this time, they weren’t the pleasant kind.

Vruhag looked at me, his eyes hooded. The spark in his eyes extinguished as all hope seemed to flee him. The room turned cold.

“You said you have a way off this planet,” I said weakly.

“I nodded,” he muttered. “In my culture, that means no. I’m a captive just like you. I was abducted from my ship. My only hope was that we’d survive for ten rotations and finish the Trials that way. Ten rotations, that’s ten cycles of day and night. We haven’t even been here for one. And now it turns out we will die anyway, no matter if we somehow make it to the end of the Trials.”

He sounded so defeated. If this warrior, this beast of a man, didn’t see a way out, then what hope was there?

I wrapped my arms around my chest. “What do we do?”

He gave me a grim look. “We fight for as long as we can. Until the day the planet kills us.”
Skye MacKinnon. My Big Green Alien Orc (Kindle Locations 1062-1085). Peryton Press.

From this point on it’s getting to know each other and surviving. Fay has a lot of accepting to do when it comes to her mating. This is as foreign to her as her current environment.

So many things happen in this book, it kept me on edge through every page and there’s an interesting surprise as well.

I really can’t wait for the next book in this series. I have a love/hate relationship with this strange world Skye has created that others use to torment and kill.

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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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My Big Sweet Waffle Monster – Starlight Monsters Book 0.5 By Skye MacKinnon


My Big Sweet Waffle Monster
Starlight Monsters Book 0.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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After her alien abduction from Earth, Penny has resigned herself to never returning home.

For two years, she’s been forced to work on an illegal space station and has lost hope of better things to come. Until she stumbles across a caged alien who smells like home.

Almost naked, with golden scales, and the most delicious scent, she finds it hard to resist when he insists she’s his mate.

Will Penny risk everything to free her alien?

My Big Sweet Waffle Monster is a prequel to the Starlight Monsters series and includes a standalone m/f alien monster romance.

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Penny is smelling waffles, just like her nan used to make with all the sweetness of honey and maple syrup. She has to find where this delightful aroma is coming from. Now while that sounds easy to do for Penny it is not. She’s somewhere in the galaxy not anywhere near Earth and the prospects of going home are less than none. She waits until the guards are at their meal before attempting to find the source of the waffles. Her only way into the area is through the very small vents.

Qong is a prisoner on this ship, he’d been rudely wakened from cryosleep and put into this cell. He’d been traveling to Kev-4 a place for his people to start over with better lives. Now he has no idea where he is his only happiness is in sensing his mate. She appears to be closer now, over his head in fact.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

The alien stared at me with confusion and something like disgust. I’d become pretty good at reading aliens’ expressions, no matter where they were from. It wasn’t all about facial features, but also about stance and body language, plus a large dose of intuition. This particular alien male was confused, which confused me in return. Why was he looking at me as if I wasn’t what he’d expected? He shouldn’t have expected me at all. I was only here because of the sweet scent, the same scent that was so strong now that I could taste waffles in my mouth. I had to fight the urge to chew.  

Up close, he was even bigger than he’d seemed from above. His hexagonal scales formed thick layers, reminding me of medieval plate armour, but far more delicate. They were adorned with a honeycomb pattern, which combined with their golden colour made them look like tiny, crispy waffles. Or maybe not. It was entirely possible that I was only making that connection because of the scent.  

“Do you have any food in here?” I heard myself say.

“Is that what I smell?”

His confusion became even more obvious as he looked down at me with a frown. The scales on his face were only about the size of my fingernails, giving him the flexibility to have an expressive mimic. Even his eyelids and lips were covered in scales, so small that they appeared like gold dust on his skin. His eyes weren’t all that different from a human’s, with dark irises ringed with shimmering gold, although his eyelids closed from the sides like in reptiles.  

“I don’t have food. Are you hungry? What are you?” He clasped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. That was rude.”

I found him strangely adorable. He was huge and could squeeze me like an insect, but there was a vulnerability in his beautiful golden eyes that made me look past his intimidating strength.  

“I’m human, although it seems most beings call us Peritans,” I explained. “Turns out we’re pretty rare. We’ve only just developed space travel, so only a few of us have left our planet.”

“Peritan,” he repeated thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of that before. What is your planet called?”

“Earth in my native language, Peritus in Intergalactic Standard.”

“Is your planet close to Aggo?”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea. I don’t know much intergalactic geography. I didn’t exactly leave my home by choice. But anyway, maybe we should start with names?” I smiled at him. “I’m Penny.”

Back on Earth, I would have held out a hand, but I’d learned quickly that most aliens weren’t familiar with that gesture. One had actually taken my hand into his mouth. The memory of his enormous tongue swirling around my fingers still gave me the shivers.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma… Penny. I am Qong, son of Qing, third enforcer in the Macwuel Clan.”

He said the words with pride, but of course, it meant nothing to me. I just nodded and smiled as if I knew exactly what an enforcer was or how important his clan was.  

The sweet scent of waffles drifted into my nostrils once more and I couldn’t help but ask, “Why does it smell like waffles? Where is it coming from?”

“I don’t know what waffles are. And I only smell the sweet scent of my m… you.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or creepy. “Are you saying that I smell?”

His eyes widened and he raised his scaled hands as if to erase his words. “No, of course not! I simply mean that your scent is the most delicious fragrance I have ever smelled. So sweet, so delicate, so strong. I…” He shook his head and stopped talking before he could dig himself a bigger hole.  

I ignored him and walked around the cell, sniffing every few steps. The scent was coming from in here, that much was certain. I avoided the toilet column, hoping very much that it wasn’t his shit that was smelling this delicious. That would throw up all sorts of new problems – quite literally.

“What are you doing?” he asked after watching me circle his cell twice.

“Finding waffles. Or maple syrup. Or whatever else it is that is driving me crazy by smelling so good.”

“Describe waffles for me.”

I gave him a quick look to check if he was serious, then shrugged and continued pacing. “They’re baked flat cakes, kind of like pancakes, but I suppose you probably don’t know what those are, either. They can be sweet or savoury, although my favourite ones are sweet drizzled with maple syrup. Some people make them in a square shape, but I have a heart-shaped waffle iron. I know it’s silly, but I always feel like they taste better when they look like a heart.”

I realised I was rambling – and drooling at the memory of my nan’s waffles – and stopped.  

“Are they your favourite food?” Qong asked curiously, still not taking his eyes off me. His confusion had abated slightly, but he still didn’t seem sure what to think of me.  

“My favourite sweet food, yes.”

“Then I’m honoured.”

That sentence didn’t make sense at all, so I stopped once again to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Your kind, your… Peritans… Do you have a mate bond?” he asked instead of answering my question.

“No. We have relationships and fall in love, but we don’t have bonds like I’ve seen in other species.” One of my roommates, a young Ferven woman named Dra-Lia, had explained all about mate bonds to me once. They seemed common and most aliens living on the station were either mated to a partner or looking for their mate. Humans were strange in that regard. I’d tried to explain to Dra-Lia that I didn’t want a fated mate because I wanted to decide who to love, but she’d just shaken her head and given me a pitiful look. For her, finding the mate destined to her by the stars, was the fulfilment of all her dreams. For me, it sounded like a chore.  

“Oh.” Qong looked disappointed, his hairless brows furrowing. “That is strange.”

“Not strange, just different,” I said automatically. It had become my mantra, something I told myself several times a day, especially when confronted with particularly weird aliens and their even weirder habits. Like the species that communicated by farting. I doubted I’d ever get used to that.  

He didn’t seem to know what to say to that. I finally stopped my exploration of his cell, conceding that there were no waffles hidden away anywhere. I’d known that from the start, really, but the intensity of the scent was pushing away all rational thought. I needed to find the source of the smell so I could think clearly once more.  

Qong breathed in deep, a smile curving his lips as he sighed in contentment. “I don’t smell what you call waffles. For me, it’s the sweet fragrance of the yumii flower mixed with a hint of coradomn, a spice we use a lot in confectionery. It is the most beautiful scent I could imagine. Nobody ever knows what they will smell until the time comes. It could be your favourite flower, dish or even animal, but quite often, it’s a combination of scents, made even better by their union.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You have to be clearer. Why are we smelling different things? What is causing it?”

“There is no easy way to say this,” he muttered. “So I shall be blunt. You are my mate.”

I froze, unsure how to react to that. Hysterical laughter was one option, denial another. Or maybe should I scream and run?  

Mate. I looked at him, the golden scaly alien, and tried to imagine him as my partner. I didn’t know him, he was a complete stranger, yet it didn’t feel that way. Our gaze met. His eyes were kind and full of hope. He was watching me closely, waiting for my reaction. I liked that he gave me time to process what he’d said.  

Mate.
Skye MacKinnon. My Big Sweet Waffle Monster (Kindle Locations 150-213). Peryton Press.

Knowing Qong is her mate, she needed the answer to one question, did he volunteer for Kalumbu or are the trials his punishment.

That he is neither is not a surprise to her, she’d seen much over the course of her stay here. Volunteers often weren’t but the trials are harsh and most often deadly. She would need to get him off the ship and get both of them off the station without being caught.

This book is both fun and exciting as they make plans and execute them. I can’t wait for the next book in this brand-new 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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The Alien’s Farmer – Aliens and Animals Book 3 by Skye MacKinnon and Arizona Tape


The Alien’s Farmer
Aliens and Animals Book 3
By
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Skye MacKinnon
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Arizona Tape

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Rachel thought it couldn’t get worse than losing her farm. But when a hot stranger turns out to be an alien, her life is about to change forever.

Tamsia’s sisters both have human mates, but she can’t quite understand the appeal herself. Until she meets Rachel, the owner of an adorable yet intimidating Highland cow. Will Tamsia be able to persuade her to move to Kyven?

An out-of-this-world f/f alien romance with a headstrong human woman and an alien female used to getting what she wants. This is a standalone sapphic love story with a guaranteed happy end. If you love lesbian romance, cute animals, and humorous science fiction, this series will make you laugh, swoon, and wish you had your own fluffy Highland cow.

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Rachel meets Tamsia, at a Halloween party, totally unaware that she’s an alien. They have a few too many drinks and Rachel takes Tamsia to her hotel where they both fall asleep rather quickly.

Back on her home planet, Kyven, Tamsia is in charge of financials at their Animal Park while her sister Valla and her mate Tilly are podding. Their planet enables couples of the same gender to give birth in a process called podding, it is sacred and the couple stays together throughout the process. They are running out of money and they have to do something. There just isn’t enough income, even with their main attraction of the hybrid katzpard cubs. Disturbing Valla and Tilly wasn’t a good idea so Tamsia approaches Sahra and Abby. Sahra decides they need cows so they can sell earth products like clotted cream.

Tamsia is sent back to earth to buy the cows, only instead of going where Abby wanted her to she heads to the farm owned by the woman she met eight months ago, Rachel.

Rachel’s surprised to see Tamsia and even more so when she discovers Tamsia wants to buy cows. Since her cousin Heather owns the farm so Tamsia would have to talk to her about that and Heather was in town. It was starting to get late so Rachel offers their guest room to Tamsia for the night.

Heather arrives with disturbing news they were going to lose the farm. Tamsia decides to buy all the animals on the farm and then convinces both Rachel and Heather to go with them.

This is a favorite scene.

Humans and their drinks. They were certainly fascinating in their own way, not that I was in a hurry to admit that to my sisters. I didn’t want to put up with Bavalla’s gloating that she’d been right.

“What are your sisters like?” Heather asked, hiccuping once.

“Sahra is annoying and wishes she was the eldest. Valla does whatever Valla wants and gets us in trouble. It’s her fault we ended up with an animal park,” I said, surprised at how easy it was to talk to them. I wasn’t a very chatty person but in the moment, I was feeling bubbly and glowy and warm. I blamed the wine.

So to remedy it, I drank some more.

A couple of bottles later, the spirits in the kitchen were high and I couldn’t stop laughing at all the things they were saying. Most of it didn’t make sense but that made it so funny.

“I’m hungry,” Heather announced abruptly, rising from the table and wobbling over to their oven-stove. “I want greasy food. Oh, let’s order a munchy box with thick chips. And kebab.”

“And eggs?” I asked hopefully, hungrily licking my lips. I loved eggs.

“Eggs?” Heather echoed, gripping the counter so she didn’t fall. “We have eggs. I’ll make you the best scramble you’ve ever had. Sit tight, I’m going to get some fresh ones.” She stumbled out of the house, leaving the door wide open.

“What are you doing? Come back!” Rachel cackled, howling with laughter. “I don’t know what Heather’s doing. Why is she collecting eggs in the middle of the night?”

“I don’t know.” I laughed even though I didn’t really understand what was so funny but her amusement was contagious.

My controlband chimed to alert me to an incoming call from Amison and excited to hear an update, I accepted. A little holographic version of the spotted pink alien appeared in the air.

“Oh my god, that’s so cool!” Rachel screamed, tilting my wrist towards her. “Wow, that’s some advanced technology you got.”

Oops. I forgot I shouldn’t show her this stuff. At least she didn’t seem freaked out or anything.

She waved at Amison. “Hello! Cool outfit!”

The smuggler seemed confused and ignored her, speaking in the common intergalactic language instead. “I’m approaching Planet #47283’ s orbit. Are you ready?”

Rachel hiccuped and rubbed her temple. “Woah, I can’t understand him at all. I must be drunker than I thought. Or wait, is this how you sound in Kyven?”

She was so adorable.

Wait, what was Amison saying? He was already here? But it wasn’t morning yet. Or was it?

“Almost ready,” I told Amison. My tongue was strangely heavy and didn’t behave as it should.

“Good. Get everyone in one spot and send me the coordinates.”

I wasn’t in the mood for springing into action. I wanted to drink some more wine and enjoy the fuzzy warmth it was giving me. But somewhere deep within my mind, rational-Tamsia bounced up and down in annoyance, trying to get me to hurry.

Heather stumbled into the room, clutching one egg. “Only found this one. The hens haven’t laid yet.”

“No surprise there,” Rachel giggled. “I could have told you that before you went on a wild egg chase.”

Heather handed me the egg and I took it gingerly, not wanting to break the delicate pod.

“Thank you,” I said. “Our transport is here. Do you want to come with us?”

“Pleeeeeaaaase,” Rachel chirped and threw an arm around her cousin. “It won’t be the same without you.”

“Now?” Heather asked, looking around the messy kitchen. “But we need to pack and clean and-“

“Or we could just disappear,” Rachel whispered conspiratorially. “And not do the dishes for once. How naughty would that be?”

“Very naughty. And for some reason I really want to say yes.”

Rachel grinned. “Then say it.”

“Alright. I know I shouldn’t because I’m drunk, but let’s do it. Let’s throw all caution in the wind and go to Kyven. You did pack all the supplies for the animals, right? Even my alcohol-addled brain knows that’s important.”

“We did,” I reassured her. “Got everything for journey.”

I joined the two humans as we hurried outside, leaving the kitchen in its messy state. I realised I was still clutching the egg. No time to cook it now. And I’d never find out what a kebab was.

We kept laughing while we somehow got the chickens in their carriers. The cows stood in a huddle in their stable, the hay bales and other supplies next to them, but we still had to get the sheep and pigs which were housed in another building. It was all so very funny. My mouth hurt from grinning. This was so much fun.

The sky was starting to turn orange and red hues by the time we’d shepherded the pigs into the cow stable. While the two humans tried to get the pigs to behave, I returned to the sheep. They were funny-looking animals that looked like fluffy clouds with four legs. We didn’t have anything similar on Kyven.

“Bavoosh,” I muttered, the Kyven word for cloudling. “I will call you Bavoosh. Better than sheep.” One of them bleated in response. At the same time, my controlband vibrated.

“Are you ready?” Amison asked.

“Almost. Are you close enough for the A-Beam?”

“Yes and I’ve already got it locked on your signal and all other life forms within a one hundred intergalactic feet radius.”

I did a quick calculation. That would include Heather, Rachel and the animals in the other barn, but not the road leading to the farm. I didn’t want to abduct an innocent passerby. I wasn’t Valla.

“I guess we’re ready then. When you say life forms, does that include bugs and plants?”

Amison laughed. “No, just over a certain size. I’ll beam down a set of markers now that you can stick on anything non-living.”

He’d thought of everything. I wasn’t sure if he did this regularly or if we were his first farm relocation.

With a bright flash, a heap of little blue stickers materialised next to my feet. I gathered them all up and hurried back to the human females who were still busy chasing pigs.

I quickly slapped the stickers on the feed bags and our other supplies, then turned to Heather and Rachel.

“Are you ready?” They exchanged a look. “I didn’t hear a truck,” Heather said, sounding confused.

I smiled at her, then pressed my controlband. Bright light encompassed us as our bodies dematerialised.
Skye MacKinnon; Arizona Tape. The Alien’s Farmer: Aliens and Animals 3 (Kindle Locations 873-927).

Of course, Tamsia left out one important detail. Kyven isn’t a place on Earth.

There’s a lot of fun and challenges in this book, but Tamsia and Rachel do seem to be meant for each other.

I loved seeing how happy Tilly and Sahra are with their Alien mates and I know Rachel will be happy with Tamsia. Now Heather needs to find a mate too.

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

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My Big Sweet Waffle Monster
Starlight Monsters Book 1
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Skye MacKinnon

Penny is smelling waffles, just like her nan used to make with all the sweetness of honey and maple syrup. She has to find where this delightful aroma is coming from. Now while that sounds easy to do for Penny it is not. She’s somewhere in the galaxy not anywhere near Earth and the prospects of going home are less than none. She waits until the guards are at their meal before attempting to find the source of the waffles. Her only way into the area is through the very small vents.

Qong is a prisoner on this ship, he’d been rudely wakened from cryosleep and put into this cell. He’d been traveling to Kev-4 a place for his people to start over with better lives. Now he has no idea where he is his only happiness is in sensing his mate. She appears to be closer now, over his head in fact.

This is one of my favorite scenes.

The alien stared at me with confusion and something like disgust. I’d become pretty good at reading aliens’ expressions, no matter where they were from. It wasn’t all about facial features, but also about stance and body language, plus a large dose of intuition. This particular alien male was confused, which confused me in return. Why was he looking at me as if I wasn’t what he’d expected? He shouldn’t have expected me at all. I was only here because of the sweet scent, the same scent that was so strong now that I could taste waffles in my mouth. I had to fight the urge to chew.  

Up close, he was even bigger than he’d seemed from above. His hexagonal scales formed thick layers, reminding me of medieval plate armour, but far more delicate. They were adorned with a honeycomb pattern, which combined with their golden colour made them look like tiny, crispy waffles. Or maybe not. It was entirely possible that I was only making that connection because of the scent.  

“Do you have any food in here?” I heard myself say.

“Is that what I smell?”

His confusion became even more obvious as he looked down at me with a frown. The scales on his face were only about the size of my fingernails, giving him the flexibility to have an expressive mimic. Even his eyelids and lips were covered in scales, so small that they appeared like gold dust on his skin. His eyes weren’t all that different from a human’s, with dark irises ringed with shimmering gold, although his eyelids closed from the sides like in reptiles.  

“I don’t have food. Are you hungry? What are you?” He clasped a hand over his mouth. “Sorry. That was rude.”

I found him strangely adorable. He was huge and could squeeze me like an insect, but there was a vulnerability in his beautiful golden eyes that made me look past his intimidating strength.  

“I’m human, although it seems most beings call us Peritans,” I explained. “Turns out we’re pretty rare. We’ve only just developed space travel, so only a few of us have left our planet.”

“Peritan,” he repeated thoughtfully. “I’ve never heard of that before. What is your planet called?”

“Earth in my native language, Peritus in Intergalactic Standard.”

“Is your planet close to Aggo?”

“I’m sorry, I have no idea. I don’t know much intergalactic geography. I didn’t exactly leave my home by choice. But anyway, maybe we should start with names?” I smiled at him. “I’m Penny.”

Back on Earth, I would have held out a hand, but I’d learned quickly that most aliens weren’t familiar with that gesture. One had actually taken my hand into his mouth. The memory of his enormous tongue swirling around my fingers still gave me the shivers.  

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ma… Penny. I am Qong, son of Qing, third enforcer in the Macwuel Clan.”

He said the words with pride, but of course, it meant nothing to me. I just nodded and smiled as if I knew exactly what an enforcer was or how important his clan was.  

The sweet scent of waffles drifted into my nostrils once more and I couldn’t help but ask, “Why does it smell like waffles? Where is it coming from?”

“I don’t know what waffles are. And I only smell the sweet scent of my m… you.”

I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or creepy. “Are you saying that I smell?”

His eyes widened and he raised his scaled hands as if to erase his words. “No, of course not! I simply mean that your scent is the most delicious fragrance I have ever smelled. So sweet, so delicate, so strong. I…” He shook his head and stopped talking before he could dig himself a bigger hole.  

I ignored him and walked around the cell, sniffing every few steps. The scent was coming from in here, that much was certain. I avoided the toilet column, hoping very much that it wasn’t his shit that was smelling this delicious. That would throw up all sorts of new problems – quite literally.

“What are you doing?” he asked after watching me circle his cell twice.

“Finding waffles. Or maple syrup. Or whatever else it is that is driving me crazy by smelling so good.”

“Describe waffles for me.”

I gave him a quick look to check if he was serious, then shrugged and continued pacing. “They’re baked flat cakes, kind of like pancakes, but I suppose you probably don’t know what those are, either. They can be sweet or savoury, although my favourite ones are sweet drizzled with maple syrup. Some people make them in a square shape, but I have a heart-shaped waffle iron. I know it’s silly, but I always feel like they taste better when they look like a heart.”

I realised I was rambling – and drooling at the memory of my nan’s waffles – and stopped.  

“Are they your favourite food?” Qong asked curiously, still not taking his eyes off me. His confusion had abated slightly, but he still didn’t seem sure what to think of me.  

“My favourite sweet food, yes.”

“Then I’m honoured.”

That sentence didn’t make sense at all, so I stopped once again to look at him. “What do you mean?”

“Your kind, your… Peritans… Do you have a mate bond?” he asked instead of answering my question.

“No. We have relationships and fall in love, but we don’t have bonds like I’ve seen in other species.” One of my roommates, a young Ferven woman named Dra-Lia, had explained all about mate bonds to me once. They seemed common and most aliens living on the station were either mated to a partner or looking for their mate. Humans were strange in that regard. I’d tried to explain to Dra-Lia that I didn’t want a fated mate because I wanted to decide who to love, but she’d just shaken her head and given me a pitiful look. For her, finding the mate destined to her by the stars, was the fulfilment of all her dreams. For me, it sounded like a chore.  

“Oh.” Qong looked disappointed, his hairless brows furrowing. “That is strange.”

“Not strange, just different,” I said automatically. It had become my mantra, something I told myself several times a day, especially when confronted with particularly weird aliens and their even weirder habits. Like the species that communicated by farting. I doubted I’d ever get used to that.  

He didn’t seem to know what to say to that. I finally stopped my exploration of his cell, conceding that there were no waffles hidden away anywhere. I’d known that from the start, really, but the intensity of the scent was pushing away all rational thought. I needed to find the source of the smell so I could think clearly once more.  

Qong breathed in deep, a smile curving his lips as he sighed in contentment. “I don’t smell what you call waffles. For me, it’s the sweet fragrance of the yumii flower mixed with a hint of coradomn, a spice we use a lot in confectionery. It is the most beautiful scent I could imagine. Nobody ever knows what they will smell until the time comes. It could be your favourite flower, dish or even animal, but quite often, it’s a combination of scents, made even better by their union.”

“Sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. You have to be clearer. Why are we smelling different things? What is causing it?”

“There is no easy way to say this,” he muttered. “So I shall be blunt. You are my mate.”

I froze, unsure how to react to that. Hysterical laughter was one option, denial another. Or maybe should I scream and run?  

Mate. I looked at him, the golden scaly alien, and tried to imagine him as my partner. I didn’t know him, he was a complete stranger, yet it didn’t feel that way. Our gaze met. His eyes were kind and full of hope. He was watching me closely, waiting for my reaction. I liked that he gave me time to process what he’d said.  

Mate.
Skye MacKinnon. My Big Sweet Waffle Monster (Kindle Locations 150-213). Peryton Press.

Knowing Qong is her mate, she needed the answer to one question, did he volunteer for Kalumbu or are the trials his punishment.

That he is neither is not a surprise to her, she’d seen much over the course of her stay here. Volunteers often weren’t but the trials are harsh and most often deadly. She would need to get him off the ship and get both of them off the station without being caught.

This book is both fun and exciting as they make plans and execute them. I can’t wait for the next book in this brand-new series.

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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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