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Guarded By Them – Planet Athion – Between Rebels Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


Welcome to the world of PLANET ATHION.
Here the aliens are sexy, the humans are hot,
and there’s plenty of action for everyone.
Be drawn into the drama by enjoying stories
from your favorite reverse harem authors
and meet kick-ass heroines
who decide what they want and take it.

Guarded By Them
Planet Athion – Between Rebels Book 2
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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I never expected to be stranded on an asteroid with four aliens.

It’s a miracle we survived, but just because we’re still alive after the crash doesn’t mean it will stay that way.

One of the Athions almost killed me. I don’t trust him and I don’t think I ever will.

The other Athion seems nice, but every time I look at him, I’m reminded of what his kind did to me.

And the two Trads… well, things are confusing. I think I like them. A lot. But I’m not supposed to fall in love with the enemy.

It would have been easier to have died in the crash. But now I’m determined to survive, no matter the cost.

Kili recognizing he had shot Wren immediately picks her up and runs with her back to his ship. The med machine was their only hope of saving her. As he places her he is also trying to figure out how to play this. By hurting her he has sentenced himself to death, so he instead tries to pin the blame on the Trads.

Of course this doesn’t pan out the way he plans as he gets knocked out by Raf when he enters their ship again. It’s while he’s out cold that Wren wakes and panics. Once out of the machine she insists on going to the Trad ship and Kion complies. Kion learns the ugly truth that Kili had shot Wren, and works with Raf to free Vuk from the debris.

This is a favorite scene.

“Help us with this beam, will you?” The female’s voice was stern.

Together with Raf, she was trying to get a particularly large piece of metal off the other Trad. I hurried over and gently pushed her aside, taking her place.

“You shouldn’t exert yourself,” I chided. “You got shot not long ago.”

“And whose fault is that?” she hissed, reminding me of a wild poomii.

I didn’t reply, but I put my full strength into helping the Trad lift the beam. It shifted, almost slipping from my grip, but luckily Raf remained in control, pushing it to one side and letting it fall to the ship’s floor. We worked silently, removing the debris trapping the other Trad. Wren watched from the sidelines, her hands twitching as if she was having trouble keeping herself from helping.

Her strength was surprising. I’d imagined human females as helpless, gentle creatures who needed to be cared for and protected round the clock. Either this one was an exception or I was completely mistaken.

It would have been Kili’s and my turn next year. Going back to Athion, hopefully finding a female. Now that he’d shot the human, there was no chance of them ever allowing us back. Me, maybe, but we were a team. Right?

Kili groaned and I swirled around. He’d opened his eyes, but he looked weak and disoriented.

The female – Wren, I had to remember to use her name now that I knew it – shrunk back, towards the Trads. I cursed beneath my breath. She was afraid of Kili. She was angry at me. Not exactly a great start.

The Trad on the floor lifted his weapon and pointed it at Kili. I should have stepped in the line of fire, but I remained where I was. Kili met my eyes and frowned.

“I know,” I said gravely. “We all do.”

The frown deepened and a vein popped on his forehead. That only happened when he was either very angry or very upset. I hoped it was the latter.

I took one step forward, then stopped, wringing my hands. “How could you?”

He blinked, then looked away.

“Coward,” Raf spat. “The least you could do is admit your actions.”

“Kili, help us understand,” I begged. Laird, I sounded desperate.

Instead of turning back to me, Kili looked at the female. He held out a hand, as if he wanted her to help him up, or maybe just touch her. I cringed in disgust.

“It was an accident,” he whispered hoarsely. “I wanted to shoot the Trad, but she threw herself on top of him just when I pressed the trigger. I’m sorry, female. I never intended to hurt you.”

“My name is Wren,” she snapped. “And even if you didn’t plan to shoot me, you still tried to kill a defenceless, injured man. How can you stand looking at yourself in the mirror? You’re despicable.”

She pointedly turned her back on him and Raf did the same.

I balled my hands into fists, tension filling my body. I was torn between the two sides. Kili was my friend, but he’d done something terrible. Gritting my teeth, I turned as well and continued with freeing the other Trad. Helping him was more important than wasting my time on a traitor.
Skye MacKinnon. Guarded by them: Between Rebels Book Two (Kindle Locations 352-377). Peryton Press.

The Trad ship is uninhabitable and they all move into the Athion ship. Wren again panics seeing the similarity to the ship she was held captive and beaten on.

Wren is determined to overcome her issues and with the help of Vuk and Raf she begins to succeed. Unfortunately Kili and Kion had already sent an SOS to the Athion fleet.

Vuk and Raf would be sentenced to death for pirating so it’s agreed they will try to contact a pirate ship to get them before the Athion ship can. Wren surprises the guys at every turn with her courage, strength and resilience, traits neither the Athions or Trads thought human women possessed.

Fast-paced and enthralling as they all start working together for the best outcome for their dilemma. Some simmer with Wren and the Trads which only serves to confuse the Athions more.

I can’t wait for the next book.

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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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Countdown to Christmas: Below the Baubles – A Very Random Christmas Story/Seven Wardens Book 5. by Skye MacKinnon & Laura Greenwood


Below the Baubles
Seven Wardens Book 5.5
By
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Skye MacKinnon
&
Laura Greenwood

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What present is waiting below the baubles?

Even Christmas doesn’t come without complications for kelpie shifter Macey. Her dreams of a quiet evening with her men are ruined when worrying news arrives from Germany (delivered by a garden gnome, no less).

At least this time, it isn’t all work and no play, there’s plenty of time to warm up from the cold outside for the Wardens.

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A steamy Christmas story, part of the bestselling Seven Wardens series, a reverse harem drenched in Scottish mythology.

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I find I’m kicking off this Christmas Season with a white hot read. Yep this will melt the ice for sure.

Macey is a Kelpie Princess in a relationship with five men. They are part of the Seven Wardens, their purpose is to protect the world from dangers and threats humans are better off not knowing about.

When a garden gnome shows up at her door, she is quite surprised but he quickly explains he is a Kabouter from Belgium who has been undercover as a garden gnome in Germany. He needs their help containing Knecht Ruprecht, Saint Nicolas’ loyal servant who has started to run amok. Leaving several dead in his path.

This is a favorite scene as they listen to the problem and learn the location.

“You’re pretending to be a garden gnome?” Macey repeated. “Doesn’t that get boring?”

He shook his head. “It’s quite fascinating, actually. But that’s not why I’m here. I was told of a monster that stalks the nightly streets of Germany and I need your help to get rid of it.”

“Germany?” She’d never been there. She’d been to Belgium to meet the Kabouters and to Ireland, but that was as far as her international travel experience went. Until she met her men, she’d never even left Scotland.

“Yes. They have the legend of Knecht Ruprecht, the servant of Saint Nicholas.” He must have noticed the Wardens’ clueless faces because he started to sigh and leaned back in his chair. “How much do you know about German Christmas traditions?”

“They invented the Christmas tree,” Macey said proudly, remembering reading that somewhere.

Wolfgang dismissively shook his head. “They celebrate Saint Nicholas Day on the sixth of December. Children put out their shoes and hope that Nicholas will fill them with fruit, nuts and sweets overnight. Like your stockings here in Britain. But he’s accompanied by Knecht Ruprecht, his fearsome but loyal servant. If a child has been bad, Ruprecht will use his switch to punish the child instead of giving it presents.”

“That’s not very nice,” Macey muttered.

“It was only a legend and tradition, something to scare children and make them behave,” Wolfgang explained. “But now, he’s become real. He’s become an actual person who doesn’t just beat up children. He’s attacked and killed several humans. He needs to be stopped.”

Macey sighed. Why did it always have to be the bad folk beliefs coming to life, like the Mahoun, the devil, who they’d encountered a while back? It would be a lot more fun if Saint Nicholas suddenly existed and gave her some treats. Waffles, preferably, although not in her shoes, but on her plate.

“How many?” Rónán asked.

“At least six dead so far and that’s in my town only. I don’t know if he’s been active in other places as well. You need to go there now to prevent more people from getting hurt. It’s the sixth of December tomorrow and we’re all afraid that he’s only been practising so far. He might kill a lot more than just those half dozen people.”

Macey nodded. They needed to do something and the gnome was right, she and her men were the best people for the job. They were part of the Seven Wardens, the beings tasked with protecting the world from threats like this one.

“Where do we need to go?” she asked.

Wolfgang smiled. “My new home. Heidelberg. It’s a beautiful place.”

“The city of love,” Jared said with a grin. “Every incubus knows it. There’s a song about it, I lost my heart in Heidelberg. Ever heard it?”

Macey shook her head. “I can’t say that I have.”

“Yeah, you’re probably too young. But I’ve always wanted to go there and see the old town and the castle.

There’s a fountain featuring Bacchus, the God of love and wine. It’s said that if you throw a coin in the fountain, you’ll be lucky in love.”

Macey laughed. “I don’t think you need to do that.”

He shrugged. “It sounds like a fun thing to do.”

He was right. Maybe, once they’d killed Knecht Ruprecht, they could have some love time in Heidelberg. Their life had been rather busy recently, so this might be just the holiday they needed.
Skye MacKinnon; Laura Greenwood. Below the Baubles: A Very Random Christmas Story (Kindle Locations 72-76). Peryton Press.

Now once they arrive at the destination they have time before they start searching for their quarry. So they spend that in their hotel room, enjoying some afternoon delight.

This is a quick, enjoyable read and I warn you it is extremely hot before they even get to their objective.

I haven’t read the rest of this series but I think I have to go back to the beginning and check it out. I need to know how this relationship began.

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

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From The Academy of Spells and Wishes Anthology: Queen’s Academy: A Mary Queen of Scots Romance – Academy of Time Book 3 by Skye MacKinnon


Queen’s Academy
Academy of Spells and Wishes Anthology
Academy of Time Book 3
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Skye MacKinnon

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The one woman he wants
is the only one he cannot have.

Drake has been dreaming of Mary, Queen Of Scots ever since his second year at the Time Travel Academy, following her throughout her entire life.

But the closer she gets to her tragic fate, the more anxious Drake becomes until there’s only one option left: he has to break the most important law of time travel.

Drake is faced with an impossible choice, one that he’s going to make anyway. Love is worth breaking the rules for. Right?

An m/f romance novella set in the Time Travel Academy Universe.

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I don’t read much time travel, it’s scary in that one false move and history can change and probably not for the better. I did however enjoy this one.

Drake has been dreaming of Mary Queen of Scots starting in his second year at the Academy. He’s watched her grow up and up until the time she’s crossing the channel into England, she’s never acknowledged his presence. It’s then she tells him he is her guardian angel, and she always knows when he is there.

He makes one attempt at trying to save Mary from her fate and that fails. Years later his friend Seamus comes up with an idea, it’s not ever going to be sanctioned but Drake has to try.

This is a favorite scene.

My voice trailed off and I let go of her hand, stepping backwards. My joy at seeing her again had vanished. Only cold sorrow remained, tinged with disappointment and fear. I was going to lose her.

My eyes burned at the realisation, but I didn’t want to cry in front of her. She was strong. Tomorrow, she was going to walk to the scaffold with her head held high. She’d even tell her executioners that she forgave them for what they were about to do.

“I cannot leave,” Mary repeated, her voice shaking. I met her eyes, glassy with the same unshed tears I was fighting against. “If I have to die, then so be it. I’m ready for it. I shall make my peace with God tonight and I will die a happy woman tomorrow.”

I shook my head, desperation clouding my mind. “There is no happy death. Why do you think Elizabeth has held off signing your death warrant for so long? You were sentenced in October, yet she only signed it a week ago. She didn’t even intend for her Privy Council to act on it. She won’t find out about your execution until it’s too late.” I took a deep breath, but it did nothing to calm my raging terror. “Mary, you don’t need to die. You shouldn’t. If Elizabeth knew, she might even stop it. Let me help you. Please.”

I fell to my knees, looking up at her. Mary’s lips were quivering and tears were finally spilling from her beautiful eyes.

“I… How can I leave? What kind of Queen would that make me?”

“A brave one,” I replied hoarsely. “If you stay here, you’re giving up. Keep fighting. Come with me and live. We can move to Scotland. You can still help your people, the ancestors of those you want to die for now.”

“How?” she asked. “You said you no longer have a monarchy. How can I be their Queen if you no longer have a Royal family?”

“There are other ways of helping people than just ruling them,” I said softly. I had to be careful now. She was at the cusp of changing her mind and I couldn’t mess this up. I had to save her life.

“You could work with a charity. Help the homeless. Fight climate change. Go into politics. Protect the ancient castles and ruins. Look after children in need. Hell, we can adopt a whole house full of little Scottish babies if you want.”

She laughed, startling me. It was such a pleasant sound. It didn’t fit the turmoil in my heart, but I greedily soaked it up, relishing every moment the echo lasted.

“I’m forty-four and you want me to have babies?”

“You can do whatever you want,” I hastily said. “Anything. That was just a random idea. I’ll help you, support you. Please.”

“What happens if I leave now?” she asked. “You’ve told me many times how you can’t influence history. How my timeline is locked. What changed? Won’t this change everything?”

“It’s been done before. A man from the present and a woman from the past, sentenced to death. He took her right before she was executed and then returned her once they’d had a life together. There are ways we can stage your execution. Once you die of natural causes, I will return you and time will go on. You will be dead like history demands, but you will have experienced happiness. You’ve lived through so much sadness, Mary. So much pain. Let me make you happy.”

She held out a hand and I took it between mine, slowly getting to my feet.

I locked eyes with her and asked the most important question of my life. “Will you let me save you?”
Skye MacKinnon. Queen’s Academy: An Academy of Time story (Kindle Locations 475-502). Peryton Press.

Past meets present in a history lesson that makes everything personal. With a surprise or two as well.

A short satisfying read, with love, emotions, and tears.

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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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Purrr – Catnip Assassins Book 3 By Skye MacKinnon


Purrr
Catnip Assassins
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Skye MacKinnon

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Five signs a cat is in heat:

Rubs against anything male
Coos over kittens
Presents her assets as often as possible
Gets easily distracted
Loses interest in assassinations

Kill me now. This is going to be hell.

The third book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.

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Kat has a problem, she’s become decidedly furry although she is still in human form, and she is meowing not talking. Hiding in her attic hammock, she just wants everything to go back to normal.

Ryker shows up to talk to her, she really doesn’t want to listen but he does reveal some interesting information.

This is a favorite scene.

I rub my sternum where Gryphon managed to crack two of my ribs while resuscitating me. My body isn’t healing as quickly as it should. I’m broken and I don’t know how to fix myself.

“Getting better,” I lie. It still hurts like hell when I touch it. “I hope Gryphon isn’t feeling guilty still?”

Ryker chuckles. “I don’t think he’s going to stop feeling guilty until you’re walking around healthy and happy. Lennox is still blaming himself as well. This whole house is filled with nothing but self-pity and self-loathing.”

He sounds bitter about it, and I realise that I’ve never properly talked to him about his new human self. I’ve simply accepted that he can now shift, that he’s found his human side.

“How are you?” I ask softly.

In response, he gently squeezes my shoulder. “It’s confusing. I thought it would be hard to walk on two legs, to talk with humans, but it’s like I’ve been doing it all my life. I still don’t like looking at mirrors though. That face doesn’t belong to me. In my mind, I’m still a cat.”

“We have that in common,” I mutter. “I don’t want to see myself in the mirror, either.”

“Show me.” His voice is a quiet demand, hitting my senses at the same time as another burst of his scent.

I find myself turning before I can stop myself. I swipe my hair out of my face and let him look at me.

I was expecting surprise. Disgust. Horror at my ugliness. Instead, he slowly reaches out and strokes my cheek.

“You’re beautiful,” he whispers. “Exquisite.”

Of all the reactions I imagined, this wasn’t one of them. I don’t know how to respond. I stare at him in confusion.

He chuckles. “Did you think I’d run away screaming?”

I nod, unable to speak at seeing the heat in his gaze.

“It makes your eyes seem brighter,” he whispers and kneels on the floor so that we’re on the same level. His mouth is close to mine, too close, but I’m stuck in my hammock and can’t move away.

“You’re beautiful,” he repeats. “You shouldn’t try and hide the cat in you. You’re both, cat and human, and you need to give her space to unfold, especially now.”

“Especially now?” I repeat, confused.

He quirks an eyebrow. “You don’t know? I can smell it from half a mile away.”

“What?”

“Does that mean this doesn’t happen every time? Is it the first time you have this fur on your face?”

“I have no clue what you’re on about,” I say, repressing a frustrated growl. If he’s not going to tell me what’s going on this very second, I’m going to bite his head off with my overly sharp human teeth. Or maybe some other bits that are easier to bite off than a head.

“Estrus,” he replies gently. “Surely this isn’t your first time?”

That word sounds familiar, but I don’t want to believe what I think it means.

“You’re in heat,” he explains, confirming my fears. “I thought you knew.” He clears his throat. “How can you not know? Every cat in the area will know by now. Your scent is rather strong.”

I glare at him. “Are you telling me that I smell?”

He winces. “No, not smell. Your scent is that of the most fragrant rose, delicate and strong at the same time, full of promises of beauty and happiness.” He gives me a small smile, tinged with a trace of embarrassment. “I’ve had my cats spread the message that you’re not a normal female, that you’re out of bounds, but there are dozens of males leaving their marks down below in the courtyard.”

I squeeze my eyes shut, wanting to escape. And I here I was thinking it couldn’t get any worse. How wrong I was.

I’m in heat. That would explain the fur, the meowing, how I don’t feel right in my own skin.
MacKinnon, Skye. Purrr (Catnip Assassins Book 3). Peryton Press. Kindle Locations (111-146). Kindle Edition.

Plenty of humor in this one along with the ramping up of problems related to the pack.

With Ryker now in human form, there are many questions and other surprises in store here.

Finding the rest of Kat’s clones and shutting down pack research is imperative. I couldn’t put this book down.

I’ve already read Hisss so I am now waiting for Lick, the next book in this series. It’s going to be very interesting I’m sure.

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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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Scratch – Catnip Assassins Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


Scratch
Catnip Assassins Book 2
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Men are just like cats.
They don’t do what they’re told
and constantly want cuddles.

Kat misses her solitary assassin life. Instead of doing one cold-hearted kill after another, she has to deal with two and a half men all vying for her attention. But with a new crisis emerging, she needs to keep her cool and focus on what really counts.

Kittens are being taken, including Ryker’s son. Is there a killer on the loose or is someone trying to get Kat’s attention?

The second book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.

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This book contains scenes that animal lovers may find a little upsetting.

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With new additions to the team in the form of Ryker a cat with shifter blood, the leader of the cats; Lennox, an assassin, long time friend and a part-time addition since he has another boss; and Gryphon, an assassin who appears to be human but is more, things quiet down a bit, well sort of.

This book opens with someone donating seven kittens, these little fluff balls are immediately taken over by Ben. He seems to really enjoy pampering all the cats.

Ryker bursts onto the scene, needing her help to find his son, Pumpkin and five other kittens.

This is a favorite scene.

There were no scents at all. No traces. It’s like they appeared out of thin air, took the kittens and disappeared again.”

“That’s impossible, there must be some sort of evidence. Nobody can simply vanish without a trace.”

“Don’t you think I haven’t checked?” Ryker snaps. “You’re welcome to look and see for yourself. That’s why I came here. You’re an assassin, you know how to move unseen. Maybe you can spot something I haven’t.” His voice broke. “Please. It’s my son.”

I get up to all fours, ignoring how my legs are a little shaky. I won’t be able to shift back for some time, not without ending up being incapacitated. I extend my senses to check on Benjamin’s kittens. If someone is kidnapping baby cats, they could be in danger too, but no, they’re all in the room he’s turned into his personal cat paradise.

“Let me tell the others before we go,” I say, slowly walking towards the window. I feel like I’ve run a marathon, then got drunk, then ran another marathon while wearing stilts.

“Are you alright?” he asks and I put some more effort into the way I walk. I don’t want him to think me weak.

“Too many shifts in the past twenty-four hours,” I explain. “I’ll have to stay like this for a while.”

“Then how are you going to talk to your humans?”

I snicker, almost hearing the unspoken ‘pets’ at the end of his sentence. Most cats don’t understand why I bother with humans. They don’t understand that half of me is human, too, and that two-legged people can come in handy occasionally.

Beth and Benjamin are some excellent examples of useful humans.

“I have my ways,” I reply and jump out of the open window, climbing onto the overhanging roof. My muscles complain loudly, but I ignore the pain. It will get better the more I move – hopefully.

Running over the roof and to the other side of the house, I jump down onto the wall surrounding our backyard, and then land on the ground. I think a few of my bones are close to shattering. I’ve been wanting to find a way to change the ladder leading down from my loft so that I can use it in my panther form, but there have always been other priorities.

Luckily, the back door has been left open – I’ll have to chastise the others for that later – and we sneak in. I can smell Beth in the living room. She doesn’t look up from her book when we enter. 100 Deadly Poisons and How to Make Them. Nice. I will have to borrow that later. Sounds like the perfect bedtime read.

I bump against her knee and growl a little, making it very clear that I need her attention. She glowers at me.

“I’m busy.”

“Get up and get the board.” To her, that must sound like a series of loud, intimidating growls.

“I love it when you speak cat to me,” she chuckles, but she does heave herself off the sofa and grabs our whiteboard from the cupboard. She lays it on the carpet in front of me and I lift a paw, letting her attach a velcro strap to it. It looks ridiculous, but we’ve discovered that’s the only way I can use a pen while shifted.

Bethany clips a large marker pen to my velcro brace and I start scribbling away. Even I have trouble reading the result, but luckily Beth is used to my paw-writing.

LENNOX

“You want me to get Lennox?” she asks. “Why don’t you just do it yourself?”

I growl and nod towards Ryker, who’s watching us with growing impatience.

“Okay, okay, I’ll get him. Where shall I send him?”

I turn to Ryker. “Where’s the den?”

“Do you really trust the dog? I’ve never told an outsider about our location.”

I sigh. “Lennox is the best tracker I know. If anyone can find the kittens, it’s him.”

It’s painful to admit that Lennox is better at tracking than me. At least I’m better at killing, much better. Only Gryphon gets close to my level of skill.

“It’s in the abandoned chocolate factory. Their solar-powered heating still works, so it’s the perfect hideout in the winter.”

CHOC FAC

“Chocolate face? Faeces?” Bethany grins as if she’s proud of that joke.

“Chocolate… factory? But that’s one been closed for years.”

Ryker groans. “Is she always that slow?”

“She must be tired,” I reply, feeling like I need to apologise for Bethany for some reason. I guess she’s part of my team, and I need my team to look good. We have a reputation to lose.

“Shall I come too?” Beth asks.

I draw a tick on the board. The more investigators, the better. She won’t be able to help with tracking, but she might be able to come in handy with other things. I want to solve this as fast as possible. I’ve come to like little Pumpkin, and the thought of him and other kittens being in danger tears at my heartstrings.
MacKinnon, Skye. Scratch (Catnip Assassins Book 2). Peryton Press. Kindle Locations (622-657). Kindle Edition.

There are many revelations in this book and more than a few surprises as the team looks for the kittens.

I love this series, the interactions between the MEOW team and the cats is so much fun, and in this book there are many tears as well. An interesting development with Kat and Lennox’s relationship too.

I am going to re-read Purrr now so I will be caught up before the next book.

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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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M.E.O.W. – Catnip Assassins Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon


M.E.O.W.
Catnip Assassins Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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Assassin. Private Investigator.
Cat shifter.

Kat is used to killing people, but for a blank cheque, she’s willing to do the opposite and help solve a murder – even though it sounds boring as hell. That is, until she finds some body parts in her fridge, makes friends with the neighbourhood cats and realises there may be an assassin better than her…

Suddenly, things have become purrfectly exciting.

Note:
An urban fantasy full of cats, secrets and murders. This is a slow-burn reverse harem where Kat will find her love interests over time. 

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Kat is a panther shifter. An assassin for the pack, her latest assignment is about to change everything. The intended victim gets the drop on her and then proposes a deal, one Kat can’t and doesn’t want to refuse.

Now with a home, a lucrative business, and employees, she is approached not for a hit, but to find a murderer.

We meet her employees, Beth a poison expert, Lily an assassin who uses feminine wiles to lure her prey, she also likes body parts… and Ben a very talented thief.

It’s the cats that are the interesting part of this team, Kat recruits them after one adorable little one coerces food out of her.

This is a favorite scene.

Meow. Meow.

I blink open my eyes only to stare into big yellow pupils lined with black. Whiskers stroke my cheeks.

I groan and close my eyes again. It feels way too early.

Meow.

“Shut up,” I mutter and hide my head beneath a pillow.

In response, the kitten begins to claw my shirt. Great. An alarm clock with claws. Worst invention ever.

“Piss off,” I growl, but the cat doesn’t budge. It’s probably hungry.

I breathe in deep. It’s a male. Usually, I don’t let males into my bed. I sleep with them in theirs and leave before sunrise. That’s the rule. No attachments. Luckily, this little male isn’t human.

Meooooow.

“Okay then,” I sigh dramatically and sit up, surprising the kitten. He tumbles and lands on my thighs, meowing indignantly.

I don’t apologise. It’s his fault for standing on my chest.

Yawning loudly, I pick him up and climb out of the hammock. Usually, I’d get dressed, but the kitten won’t stop asking for food. I’m far too easily manipulated.

I take him downstairs into the kitchen. The house is quiet, I seem to be the first one awake.

“Don’t look,” I warn him and open one of the cabinets, revealing my stash of cat food. It’s my guilty little secret. Even to me, it smells appetising, but I’ve got enough of a grip on my feral side to resist the temptation. I put some of the food in a bowl and hand it to the kitten. He starts eating greedily, leaving me with an amused smile on my face.

While he’s enjoying his breakfast, I make myself some beans on toast. It’s that kind of day. In a way, the beans almost look like wet cat food. Not sure if that makes them more or less enticing.

Meow.

He’s already finished his food and still sounds hungry. Cats. Greedy little bastards.

I grin and give him some more. I feel like giving him a name, but he probably already has one. To find out, I’d need to shift, but I’m not in the mood. I know cats can understand me when I’m human, but I only understand the intentions behind their meows, not actual words like names.

Maybe I’ll shift later, although by then, he’ll likely be gone. Unless what Lily said is true and I am training the local cats to come here for food. I can’t help it.

Suddenly, a thought strikes my mind and I almost meow myself. I think I’ve just had the most brilliant idea.

I crouch down so I’m closer to the little kitten. He ignores me, busy eating the last remaining crumbs. No idea how he’s managed to devour two bowls of cat food this fast. Even I would have taken longer than that.

“Hey little one,” I say quietly. “Shall we make a deal?”

His ears twitch, but he continues eating.

“How about I give you food every day, and in return, you run some errands for me? Go to places and check them out? Tell me if there are any humans around? Stuff like that?”

I can feel how he’s thinking about it, but he’s too distracted by his meal. I sigh and wait for him to finish.

He rubs his face with his front paws, and I think my heart is close to melting. He’s too cute for my cold assassin heart. Maybe I shouldn’t get involved with baby cats. They’re bound to change me into a bubbling mess.

“So, what do you say?” I ask again. “Want to spy for me?”

Even though I’m not shifted, I feel his assent and grin. I’ve won a spy that nobody will ever suspect. Granted, he won’t be able to tell me what the humans he sees are talking about, but he’ll be able to do some reconnaissance. Cats are everywhere, and most people don’t pay much attention to them. Very few people know that I can talk to them. This is going to be epic.

I pick up the kitten and carry him to the front door.

“Come again tomorrow, and I’ll give you both food and a mission.”

He looks at me with eyes so intelligent that I don’t have any doubts about the success of this new venture.

An image of other cats pops into my mind.

I smile. “Yes, you can bring your friends too, if they’re interested.”

He turns around and runs off, not giving me a second glance. Cats usually give me more attention than they give humans, but they still don’t like to appear needy or tamed. They always keep their word though. Cats may be devious at times, but they’re honest about it.
MacKinnon, Skye. Meow (Catnip Assassins Book 1) (pp. 25-28). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

As Kat investigates the murder of the sweets shop owner, things get more complicated. The clues lead to some very interesting occurrences, another confrontation with her benefactor and the addition of a couple more employees.

I really enjoyed this book, the cats, the characters and more than a few surprises make this a page turning read. I’ve already started my re-read of the next book 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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Stolen By Them: Planet Athion – Between Rebels Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon


Welcome to the world of PLANET ATHION.
Here the aliens are sexy, the humans are hot,
and there’s plenty of action for everyone.
Be drawn into the drama by enjoying stories
from your favorite reverse harem authors
and meet kick-ass heroines
who decide what they want and take it.

Stolen By Them: Planet Athion
Between Rebels Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Sky MacKinnon

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I always knew that one day, I would be taken.
It was just a matter of time.

There are two basic facts every woman needs to know.

The Trads are bad. They will impregnate you and use your womb to bear their children until you die.

The Athions are good. They’re strong and protective, and you’ll practically be begging them to father your babies.

But none of that is true. Not for me, anyway. I was kidnapped by Athions and now two Trads are trying to rescue me. Has everything been a lie or are these guys just pretending to be different from the rest?

I can’t let down my guard. I need to get away. But how do you escape when you’re trapped on a spaceship in the middle of nowhere?

Author’s Note:
Please be aware that this book contains scenes of violence that may be triggering for some readers.

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Planet Athion is a shared world contributed to by multiple authors. Discover more about this exciting new Reverse Harem, Sci Fi Romance series HERE.

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With this one book Skye MacKinnon has hooked me on another multi-author series, Planet Athion.

In this first book of Skye’s Trilogy in this world where Trads are kidnapping women to breed and Athions are trying to protect them. We meet Wren after the death of her last roommate, she is traveling to London to get to a sanctuary where hopefully she will be safe.

There are two Athions on the bus she is on and her human seatmate encourages her to go with them when they reach London. Giving her bodyguards on the way to the sanctuary. Unfortunately that is not how things worked out.

After introducing themselves Arri and Laki call for a taxi since Wren didn’t want to walk the half hour to the Sanctuary. She wanted to be away from these aliens, she wasn’t comfortable at all. While waiting Arri offers her a sweet, which she accepts after Laki has eaten one.

This is a favorite scene.

I was glad to be breathing fresh air again, even though it was the smoggy air of London. It was better than the stuffy, smelly air inside the bus.

“Shall we take a taxi?”

The two Athion brothers were flanking me, but to my surprise, they didn’t make me feel safe, on the contrary. I was uncomfortable with them being so close. I didn’t know them, yet they behaved as if I needed them. I shouldn’t have accepted their offer.

“Is it far?”

“Half an hour to walk, ten minutes by taxi if the traffic isn’t too bad.”

That was an easy decision. I didn’t want to spend half an hour in their company.

“Then let’s take a taxi.”

The curly-haired Athion lifted his wrist and typed into a cyber bracer. It looked very different from the smart bracelets that existed for humans, but then, Athions had mastered space travel centuries before us, so of course their tech was far more advanced.

He grinned at me. “Taxi will be here in two minutes. I’m Arri, by the way, and that’s Laki.”

“Nice to meet you. I’m Wren.”

“Where are you from, Wren?”

“A village in Yorkshire, you wouldn’t know it.”

Laki rummaged in his pockets and pulled out three small squares wrapped in silver cellophane. “Want one? They’re my favourites.”

“Are they sweets?”

Arri snatched one of them and unwrapped it in record speed before popping the turquoise square into his mouth. It looked like toffee, except for the colour.

“Delicious,” he muttered with a satisfied smile.

“Yes, they’re sweets, flavoured with a plant that’s similar to your Earth mint,” Laki explained. “Try one, I have more if you like it.”

“You never offer me more,” Arri complained.

His brother shrugged. “You’re not as pretty as her.”

I took the sweet he offered me and gingerly nibbled on it, not quite daring to eat it all in one go. I wasn’t particularly choosy when it came to what I ate, but this was alien food.

It was good. Delicious. The cooling aftertaste did indeed remind me of mint, but as if it had been crossed with vanilla and something spicy, almost like pepper. The way the flavours mixed in my mouth was decidedly alien, but definitely something I could get used to.

“Good?” Laki asked with an amused smirk.

I nodded and ate the rest of it. The Athions watched me and once again, they made me uncomfortable. Were all aliens like them? If so, then I had no idea why women would want to live with them. Despite their smiles, there was something dangerous about them.

A black cab stopped next to us and Arri checked his wrist. “That’s ours.”

He opened the door and gestured for me to get in. His brother walked around and entered from the other side, meaning I ended up squeezed in between them on the leather backseat. There was a fold-down seat opposite me, but I didn’t want to offend the men by changing my position. After all, they’d been nothing but nice to me. Ten minutes, that was all the time I needed to spend in their company before we’d get to the sanctuary and I could be away from aliens for the rest of my life.

They didn’t tell the driver where to go, but I assumed Arri had done that via his communicator.

We sat in silence until Laki offered me another sweet. I took it, glad to have something to do besides staring out of the window.

My own yawn surprised me. I’d slept on the bus for at least two hours, but I guess travelling always made me tired. I swallowed my sweet and stifled another yawn.

“Tired?” Laki asked, his eyes fixed on mine.

I shook my head. “No, just exhausted from travelling.” I looked at my watch, realising we’d been in the taxi for almost fifteen minutes already. “Will we be there soon?”

Another yawn escaped my mouth and my eyelids twitched. I was having trouble keeping my eyes open, no matter how much I blinked. I was so tired all of a sudden. Maybe I could take a nap at the sanctuary.

Laki was still watching me, a smile curving his blue lips. As if he was happy seeing me this tired.

“Did you…?”

Talking became too exhausting and I let myself drift off, fading into the darkness of sleep.
Skye MacKinnon. Stolen By Them: Between Rebels Book One (Kindle Locations 127-162). Peryton Press.

The next thing Wren knows she awakens on a spaceship, the Athions with her are not the protective aliens she was led to believe and she needs to find help somehow. In an ironic twist her rescuers are Trads, pirates because they didn’t agree with the current policies on their home planet.

What ensues are several twists and turns, Vuk and Rafaz are nothing but kind to her, but things go awry rather quickly.

A page turning read with tears and some giggles, as we traverse Wren’s experiences, both good and bad. I can’t wait to read the next book in this trilogy.

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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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