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Beloved Heart – An Abandoned Heart Spin-off – Defiance Book 1.5 by Skye MacKinnon


Beloved Heart:
An Abandoned Heart Spin-Off
Defiance Series Book 1.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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When a diamond necklace vanishes on the sleeper train to Scotland, Emily and her men are called into action. Their employer: The Royal Family.

In a world of intrigue, wealth and whispered rumours, can Em keep her nerve and solve the case? And more importantly, will there be time to celebrate Valentine’s Day with her three guys?

Note:
A short and steamy reverse harem set after the events of Abandoned Heart (Defiance series book 1), but it can be read as a standalone.

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I confess I haven’t read Abandoned Hearts, but now I really need to.

Right from the first page, this book heats up and I got a kick out of Emily’s reaction to Luther’s get-up. Although it was also a bit rude of him to dress that way and tell her she had to get up when she really needed more sleep.

He does make it up to her in a very chocolatey way.

This is a favorite scene.

The smell of chocolate reaches my nose and I decide it would take too long to get dressed properly. Instead, I pull a fluffy bathrobe over my naked body and head towards the kitchen and the source of the wonderful scent.  

Luther is the best cook in the world. No doubt about that. Ever since I’ve moved in, he’s experimented with chocolate. My favourite food. Unfortunately, he’s managed to create some dishes that are so good that the others have discovered their love for chocolate as well. Less for me. I’ve had to learn to take as much as I can while they’re not looking.

“What are you making?” I ask as soon as I enter the kitchen.

“Surprise,” he mutters while opening the oven, hiding whatever’s baking in there behind his broad body. That’s just not fair. First, he makes me get up, then he doesn’t tell me what smells so delicious.

“Can I at least get some hot chocolate?”

He chuckles. “Already on the counter.”

He knows me so well. I grab the mug and sit on one of the bar stools, watching him. He’s put on a t-shirt that shows off his muscles. The bow has disappeared and has sadly made way for jogging pants. So unsexy compared to the red bow. Guess I had my chance and didn’t take it.

“We have a new job,” he says while rummaging in a drawer, probably searching for the oven gloves that are hanging right in front of his nose. Men.

“Hook. Nose,” I say and he laughs, taking the gloves. Typical.

“What’s the job?” I ask as he takes out a tray from the oven. The smell of chocolate intensifies, making my mouth water. He purposely hides it from view. Damn that man.

“It’s a bit unusual,” he explains, “but it sounds like fun.”

“Yes, but what is it?” I’m starting to grow impatient, both because I’m hungry and because I want to know why I had to get up this early.

“Some very precious jewellery has gone missing. Do you want cream?”

“Yes.” I sigh. “We don’t usually deal with theft. What’s so special about it?”

He turns and winks at me. “The owners are royalty.”

My eyes widen. “Royalty? Like the Royal family? The Queen?”

Luther nods. “I’ve not been told who exactly but it seems to be someone very high up in the hierarchy. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have contacted SOCA. Scotland Yard passed the case to us because the jewellery was stolen here in Scotland.”

“Balmoral?” I ask, referring to the Queen’s estate in Aberdeenshire.

He nods again. “Fancy a trip to the countryside?”

I can’t hide a wide smile. This is turning out a lot more exciting than I assumed.

“Of course. But what’s for breakfast?”

Instead of an answer, he puts a plate in front of me. A beautiful, perfectly baked brownie is staring up at me. With coconut icing on top. With chocolate chunks sticking out of the dough. With a dollop of cream on the side.
Skye MacKinnon. Beloved Heart: A Defiance Series Spin-Off (Kindle Locations 57-81). Peryton Press.

As Luther and Emily begin the investigation at Balmoral, Ben and Alistair head to Aberdeen to check out the train.

Plenty of twists in this one and I think my kindle started melting in my hand with the heat coming off the pages with these four.

Looks like the other two books in the Defiant series will be on my TBR pile shortly.

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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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Lick – Cat Assassins Book 5 by Skye MacKinnon


Lick
Cat Assassins Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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You thought it was over?
You were wrong.

Kat is broke, so when she’s offered a job as the mayor’s bodyguard, she can’t resist. It seems a simple enough job, until someone tries to kill her rather than the mayor.

At the same time, an incredibly valuable diamond needs to be stolen, a little deer needs a new home and there’s a ball to attend.

When you put a cat in a dress,
you should prepare for carnage…

The fifth book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series. A slow burn reverse harem where Kat won’t have to choose.

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This book had me giggling on the very first page. But then things begin to get serious.

Kat has a job interview with Lady Lara, the Mayor of their new town Attenburgh. Apparently she’s in need of a bodyguard. However before she can leave there’s a mysterious package and a puzzle to solve.

She has a kitten wake Benjamin and sets him to the task of deciphering the symbols on the note she found in the package and hurries off to her interview.

This is a favorite scene at the beginning of the book.

Kittens are inherently evil. One minute, they look at you with big, heart-melting eyes, the next they try to cut your throat. Or bite a chunk out of your shoulder, in this case.

I grab the tabby by the scruff of its neck and throw it further down the bed. I was having such a good dream, one of knives and catnip. The kitten woke me and for that, it’s going to pay.

“I’m going to tell Benjamin not to empty your litter tray,” I announce with a yawn.

In response, the kitten sends me a mental image of it peeing on my beautiful new desk.

I almost throw a pillow at it. Did I mention that kittens are evil?

“Go back to sleep,” Ryker mutters. “It’s far too early.”

“I would still be sleeping if this little devil hadn’t woken me.”

Ryker opens one eye, then closes it again. “That’s Teapot. She’s hungry.”

“So? I’m hungry too, but that doesn’t mean I go around biting people.”

“You sure? You did a lot of biting last night.”

I bare my teeth at him. “If I remember correctly, you enjoyed that. A lot.”

“I’m not sure I remember… care to do it again?”

This time, I really do throw my pillow, but not at the kitten.

“Ouch!”

I roll my eyes. “It’s a pillow, not a knife. Pillows are soft and don’t hurt. Not unless you use them to suffocate someone. I’ve heard that can be a little painful.”
“Thanks for the assassin lesson.”

“Anytime.” I sigh. “Now that we’re both awake, how about breakfast?”

The kitten meows. I bare my teeth at it. “Not for you. You’re going on the naughty step.”

“We don’t have a naughty step,” Ryker reminds me.

“Then we’ll introduce one. Although, I guess that would mean that our entire cat population would end up sitting on the stairs. That’s a trip hazard.”
Skye MacKinnon. Lick: Catnip Assassins Book Five (Kindle Locations 74-85). Peryton Press.

Everyone loves a puzzle and everyone gets involved with this one. Right from the start, there is obviously more going on than meets the eye. With the translation Benjamin leaves for her, Kat, Ryker, Gryphon and Caitlyn check out the locations to collect possible additional clues.

Some interesting poisons surface, a couple of assassination attempts, an extremely valuable diamond and plenty of other page turning events will keep you reading until the book ends.

Oh what an ending it is, Skye you are an evil author! I can’t wait for 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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Coming February 8th! Queen’s Academy: A Mary Queen of Scots Romance – Academy of Time Book 4


Queen’s Academy
Academy of Time Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
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?

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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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Winter Heiress – Daughter of Winter Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


Winter Heiress
Daughter of Winter Book 2
By
NY Times & USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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“Please stand for the Daughter of Winter, the Slayer of Demons, the Heir to the Throne, her Royal Highness, the Lady Wynter.”

Wyn thought everything would be unicorns and rainbows once she reached her mother’s palace.

The last things she expected were assassination attempts, the Summer King readying for war and, worst of all, frilly dresses.

But all of that is pushed to the side when one of her Guardians needs her help. They’re hers. And she’ll protect them while keeping her vow to protect the Realm. No matter the cost.

Note:
***This is the second novel in the Daughter of Winter series. While the bestselling first book, Winter Princess, was released as a serial, this is a full-length novel.***

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I’m not sure whether I got a bigger kick out of the dresses or Wyn’s guardians attempts to change them.

We meet a very interesting character in this one, his name is Blaze and he’s a unicorn and his ‘sparkles’ have an interesting effect on Wyn.

This is a favorite scene as they visit with Blaze and have a picnic.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been around much lately,” he begins and I nod. Yup, he’s right about that. He’s been absent a lot. “I talked to your mother about it.”

“You did what?” I gape at him. Why would he talk to Beira about our private life?

“She’s allowed me to reduce my working hours so I can spend more time with you. Same for the others. But I want to make some rules. We each get to spend some alone time with you. We can be all together in the evenings or for excursions like this one, but I want more of you. I need more of you.”

His gaze grows heated as he looks me straight into my eyes. Wow. Did he just say he needs me?

“I’ve missed you too,” I say softly, not quite sure how to respond. I’m not very experienced with this kind of relationship talk. Usually I’d try and laugh about it and then change the topic. But it’s clear Storm is very serious.

“When you say you need alone time… are you still okay with me being with, you know, all of you?”

I’m a bit scared of his reply. If he says no, I’d have no idea what to do.

“Yes, I am,” he says and I breathe a sigh of relief. “But I do feel jealous sometimes when I know that you’re with the others while I have to work. I don’t want to be the one you’re with the least. I want to be the one you spend the most amount of time with.”

He grins sheepishly.

“Wouldn’t that be unfair towards the others?” I ask and return his smile.

“Yeah, probably. But I’m the leader, so who cares.” With that, he gets up and walks around the picnic basket before kneeling down in front of me.

“We’ve not known each other for very long, but the bond makes it feel as if we have. I get… I don’t know how to say it… strange when I’m not around you.”

“Anxious?” I try but he shakes his head. I think of how I’ve felt recently. “Like something is missing from inside you?”

He looks at me strangely. “Yes. Exactly that. It’s like I’m drawn towards you, no matter where I am. It’s very strange, like I’ve got a compass inside me pointing towards you. It’s very distracting.”

“Tell me about it,” I murmur. “I’ve got four of those compasses.” Now that he’s used that image, I realise how well it fits.

Whenever I’ve been alone, I’ve felt not quite right. And that’s been often recently. We’ve all been busy…

“As cute as you two are, I’m getting hungry,” Blaze suddenly interrupts us from behind. I blush. How much did he hear? I’m not quite sure if I like this flamboyant unicorn. He’s a bit too much.

“Guys, you can come in now!” Storm shouts and the other three Guardians enter the rainbow cave a moment later. Now that everybody is in here, it’s getting a little crammed. Blaze isn’t exactly a small unicorn.

“Strawberries!” Crispin exclaims and pops one into his mouth immediately. I can already see that I need to be fast with eating them. Strawberries are my favourite. And discovering that they exist in the Realm is a welcome surprise. I wonder if they have greenhouses somewhere? Or do they import them from Earth? There’s so much I still need to learn about the workings of this place. So far, I’ve never even thought about where the food we’re served in the Palace is coming from. But there are no fields to grow anything on; the perpetual snow prevents the people here from farming.

Arc sits down next to me and pulls me close until I lean against his shoulder. He’s nice and warm, and despite his hard muscles he’s really quite comfy.

“Do ye like this place?” he asks, grinning as some rainbow light reflects on the glass he’s filling with wine.

“It’s unusual,” I say diplomatically. “It reminds me of my heart cave, where my magic lives.”

“Aye, yer strange magic. Is she getting easier ta deal with?”

I shake my head, not wanting to lie to him. “Not really.”

“I think we need some training lessons,” he says with a smile and a wink. I’m not sure his lessons will be all about my magic. “But first, let’s see what else is in the basket.”

“Let me,” Storm grins and uses his wind magic to float the contents of the basket onto the blanket. I admire his precise control. I would likely have destroyed all the food or crashed it against the crystal ceiling. Yup, training is in my future.
MacKinnon, Skye. Winter Heiress (Daughter of Winter Book 2) (pp. 21-24). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

Assassination attempts, an interesting visit to a ‘library’ and a war on the horizon will keep you turning the pages.

We also see Chesca in this one as well as many other characters as they try to figure out who is behind everything.

I am already starting Winter Queen, the next book in the series.

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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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Demon’s Revenge – Daughter of Winter Book 1.5 By Skye MacKinnon


Demon’s Revenge
Daughter of Winter Book 1.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Sky MacKinnon

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Gone.
Dead.
Aodh is dead.

My man, my beautiful man. Who pulled me from the darkness and gave me a chance of a life in the light.

Now he’s gone. And with him, all the goodness in me has left.

I’m going to have my revenge.

The world is going to burn.

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This is a short Daughter of Winter spin-off, taking place between Winter Princess and Winter Heiress. It can be read as a stand-alone, but to fully immerse yourself in this world, I’d recommend reading Winter Princess first before reading this story. Or maybe after, if you like the characters in Demon’s Revenge.

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When Wyn’s Guardians find the gate surrounded by demon’s they knew they needed help. They called on Aodh and Chesca for a place to stay the night and plan. Aodh wasn’t satisfied with just housing them, he would fight and because he would so would Chesca. The battle is won, but Aodh is killed leaving Chesca bereaved and needing revenge.

When Chesca sends out a call, Jamie and Amara, two other reformed demons answer it. However they won’t help her with revenge.

This is a favorite scene.

I rack my brain if I know anyone this strong. There are a few ancient demons who could be the culprits, but most of them are so old that they have lost all interest in what happens outside their realm. They wouldn’t care about a Gate in the middle of nowhere. No, this has to be personal. They came here because of Wyn. There must be a connections somewhere…

“I see you’ve started the party without us,” a chirping voice comes from behind me and I whirl around only to find two demons smiling at me.

“Amara. Jamie. It’s good to see you.” I try and put some enthusiasm into my voice, but I’m dead inside. All I want to do is curl up and die – or make others die. Why am I spending time trying to investigate who sent those demons when I could just go into the Demon Realm and kill them all?

“What happened?” Jamie asks carefully as she looks around the battlefield.

“Aodh,” is all I say. They come forward for a hug but I step back. I can’t deal with emotions right now. No hugs, no pity, no smiles. All I want is blood.

“I’m so sorry,” Amara says, looking like she’s about to cry. “He was a special person. We wouldn’t be here without him, without you two.” Her voice breaks and Jamie puts an arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. Aodh would do the same with me, was he still alive. He always gave me strength in moments of weakness. Now, I can no longer be weak.

“Is there anything we can do?” Jamie asks. “It looks like you killed everybody.”

I shake my head. “Not everybody. Not nearly enough. Want to help me kill some demons?”

They don’t show the enthusiasm I had hoped for. They’ve truly been reformed. Just like I thought I had been, until Aodh was taken away from me.

“Why were they here?” Amara asks slowly and I sigh.

“Long story. They were after someone, we helped her get to the Gate. This incubus said they’d been sent by ‘her’. No idea who that woman is. But Aodh is gone and I need revenge. So I’ll go to the Demon Realm and kill as many as I have to until I find answers.”

“Aodh wouldn’t want you to do this,” Amara whispers and tries to hug me again.

I step back. “Aodh isn’t here anymore. And I’m going to make whoever did this pay!”

I spread my wings and jump into the air, not looking back. If I have to do this alone, so be it.
MacKinnon, Skye. Demon’s Revenge: A Winter Princess Spin-Off: Daughter of Winter #1.5 . Peryton Press. Kindle Locations (193-210). Kindle Edition.

As Chesca goes on a killing spree in the Demon Realm she attracts attention of someone who can give her answers.

What she finds is surprising and scary and her revenge will not be gotten here.

This book gives some answers that are pertinent to the next book, Winter Heiress. I’m already reading that one.

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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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Winter Princess – Daughter of Winter Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon


Winter Princess
Daughter of Winter Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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One sassy demi-goddess.
Four hot Guardians.
And a few evil people.

As a demi-goddess, Wyn has always stood out from the human crowd. And now, on her 22nd birthday, her magic finally surfaces with a bang. A Big bang. She’ll need the help of not one, but four (sexy) guardians to control her destructive powers. If only they weren’t so distracting…

Her mother, the Winter Queen, waits for Wyn in the Realms of Gods, but there are enemies who will try and prevent her from ever reaching the Realms, even if that means going to war.

Will Wyn be able to survive the journey? And if she does, can she resist falling for her Guardians?

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Nobody warned Wyn that her powers could come on line suddenly and erratically. She knew there would be changes but this seriously sucked. Lacking any control it is a wild and painful start to her birthday.

As things are literally burning around her she meets her guardians and finds out that her ‘human’ mother had a letter from her birth mother. This leads to anger and another flare.

This is a favorite scene.

“How many flares has she been through?” A man’s voice, unfamiliar.

“Flares?” my father asks.

“The ice was one, the fire another. Did anything else happen before that?”

“Oh yes, she destroyed her kitchen. Made things fly.”

“Air, fire, ice. Shouldn’t be many more then.”

What? More of this stuff is going to happen to me? I can’t go through this, not again. I’m exhausted and fainting once was enough. I just want to go back to bed, forget about all this and be normal. Not human normal, I’ll never be that. Demi-god normal.

When I’m all warm again, the mild air around me disappears. I open my eyes. The four men are standing in a row, watching me. One of them, with long black hair and a black cloak – yes, a wizard kind of cloak – is lowering his arms. He’s looking exhausted. Tendrils of magic are slowly pulling back into his hands, taking the warmth of the air with them.

Not every mage can see magic; in fact, I only know of two others.

I give him a small smile. “Thank you.”

He nods and gives me a small bow. Not a smile though.

“Storm. At your service.” “Storm? Is that your name?” I ask, a little confused. “Yes, is something wrong with that? Your name is Wynter, isn’t it?” He gives me an annoyed look. Oops, I upset the guy who just helped me.

“Yeah,” I mutter. Don’t remind me. I know every Wynter-winter joke there is.

“Sorry.”

“He’s playing with you, lass,” the largest of them laughs. He must have giant blood in him. His hair is as ginger as it gets, and he is wearing – please believe me – a kilt. I mean, yes, I live in Scotland and people here wear kilts occasionally, but that’s at weddings or festivals, and not in everyday life. A beautiful white sporran is hanging right over where his – anyways, he looks like a Scottish caricature. Except better looking. A lot better looking.

“I’m Arc. And over there are Frost and Crispin.” He points to the other two guys who’ve been quiet so far. One of them is the blond man with the blue eyes. The other, Frost, is the spitting image of Storm: black hair that falls to his shoulders, dark brown eyes, tall. Kudos to the parents who named their twin sons Storm and Frost.

“Hello,” Frost says, smiling at me. While his brother is gorgeous and serious, he’s gorgeous and friendly. Dimples are adorning his cheeks. I shoot a quick glance at Storm. Nope, no dimples there. I guess this will be the way to tell them apart. And the fact that Frost is wearing normal clothes, not looking like someone straight out of Hogwarts.

My mother rips me out of my men-admiring thoughts. “Are you alright, sweetie? What happened?” She pushes past the four men and wraps me in her arms. She’s a slender woman, but her grip is strong. “When Beira wrote that you were going to—”

“What? She wrote to you?” I interrupt her.

“Yes, a few weeks ago. She—”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Anger is rising up in me and I clench my fists. She knew! She knew and she didn’t warn me. I could have prepared, I could have stayed away. I almost hurt her. I almost died. The house was burning. Anger is overtaking me, and suddenly I start shaking. And with me, the ground.

I can see the people around me fighting to stay upright, but I have no such problems. The ground is holding me up, stabilising me, giving me strength, while I do its bidding. It has wanted to move for so long and now it has finally found an outlet. I can feel the pain of the earth where houses are burrowing deep into its skin. They shouldn’t be there. It’s not right.

I raise my arms and gather as much of the earth’s power as I can hold. And then I let it free. The ground shakes violently and deep cuts open up in the tarmac. I only half notice the screaming around me. I am strong, and I need to make things right. I point to one house, and it crumbles like a giant just stepped on it. Its walls collapse and roof tiles cover the rubble like sprinkles on a cake. It feels good. I adjust my stance on the trembling ground and draw more energy into myself. There is so much magic in the earth, so much power. It’s been waiting for a long time for someone to use it. I point my arms to another house and it leans to one side, aching, shivering, until it collapses, burying half the garden under it. I laugh. It looks so pretty.

Something touches me and with a simple flick of my wrist, I repel them. I’m busy, no one will get in my way. Another touch, this time from the other side. Again, I move my hand to make them fly away, but before I can do so, my arms are captured and pressed to my side. The magic I had ready to flow to one side bursts out of me into the ground. This time, I don’t stay on my feet. I fall, hitting my knees on the broken asphalt. Magic is still flowing out of me, shaking the earth. It hurts. The gentle embrace of magic turns into a white-hot stream that uses my body as its conduit. I’m just a tool for it. A channel. It betrayed me. I scream and beat my hands against the ground. With everything I’ve got, I expel all the magic within me.

The ground shakes one last time, then it stills. My vision goes black and I sink backwards, into the warm waiting arms of my guardians.
Skye MacKinnon. Kilts and Kisses (Kindle Locations 335-376). Peryton Press.

The Guardians need to get her to her birth mother. This is no easy task what with magic flares. Traveling to the nearest gate to the realm, is fraught with challenges including an attempted kidnapping.

We meet lots of interesting characters in this book, including some reformed demons.

Lots of action, humor, tears and some sizzle.

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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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Mother of Gods – Daughter of Winter Book 0.5 by Skye MacKinnon


Mother of Gods
Daughter of Winter Prequel Book 0.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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“I’ve been alive for less than a year, but it’s been nothing but trouble. I was born to be someone I’m not, created by a lonely Goddess in the image of a random man she met at a party. No wonder it didn’t work out. What I have to decide now is how I want to spend the last few days of my life.”

Beira, the Mother of Gods and Queen of Winter, has grown tired and lonely. After millennia of living on her own, she decides it’s time to create the perfect lover. But while Colan might look like the man of her dreams, he’s not falling in love with her as she’d planned. Can she change his mind or has it all been for nothing?
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Note:
This tragic prequel to the bestselling novel Winter Princess tells the story of Wynter’s parents. It’s a stand-alone novella that can be enjoyed without having read the other books in the Daughter of Winter series.

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I started this series at the last one, Winter Goddess. I wanted a book for Samhain/Halloween and I became hooked and had to go back to the beginning.

In this prequel we meet Beira, Mother of Gods. She is Queen of Winter and in spite of everyone around her she is lonely. As the book opens Thor is whining about having to go to Lucifer’s wedding celebration, an event Beira isn’t invited to. Having great incite Thor invites her to go with him.

After berating Lucifer for not inviting her, she glimpses a human that takes her breath away. Beira doesn’t play with humans, their life span is too short, she does however get an idea. She can create a new guardian in the image of the human. Thus Colan is born, well sort of, and Beira is in for a surprise.

This is a favorite scene.

“Who are you?” I ask, my voice sounding foreign to me. Somehow, I’m aware that I’ve never spoken before. But how is that possible? I know I’m an adult; I can’t have been mute all my life. I search my mind for what I did before I fell asleep. There’s nothing. Darkness. Maybe I had an accident. Amnesia. That’s the word. I’ve lost my memory. Maybe the woman knows me. Maybe she can help.

“My name is Beira, and I am your Queen,” she whispers seductively, reaching out to pull me onto my feet. She is stronger than she looks. I waver a little, getting used to the feeling of standing. This is strange. I could swear I’ve never stood on my own two feet before. What is happening to me?

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember…” I stumble. “Do I know you?”

She laughs, the most beautiful sound in the world. I want to make her laugh again and again, just to be able to listen to it.

“Not yet, my sweet boy. But soon you will, inside and out. Now come, I’ll show you our quarters.”

She turns to leave but one word resonates in my mind. Our. If we don’t know each other, why would we share a room? Who is this woman?

“Beira, I…”

She whirls around, her bright blue eyes suddenly sparkling in irritation. “Your Majesty.”

“I’m sorry. Your Majesty… Why am I here? Why can’t I remember? Why are we sharing quarters?”

She grimaces, showing her perfect teeth. “Oh, you’re one of those. The ones who question everything. I must have forgotten to switch that off when I created you.” She smiles when I gasp, unsure of how to take her words. “Yes, you’re my creation. You didn’t exist until a few minutes ago. Now come, chop chop, I want to try you.”

I stay where I am, my mind in absolute chaos. She can’t be right. I have memories… no, I don’t. I have knowledge. I know we’re on a tower in the Winter Realms, I know how to walk, talk, breathe, I know what Gods there are, what Guardians are -“

“Am I a Guardian?” I whisper, making the connection. Guardians are created. If that is true… then all I have is her. No family, no life, no purpose. I tremble as the reality of my non-existence washes over me.

“Of course you are, you silly boy. I gave you intelligence, did I make a mistake with that as well?”

“What… what am I for?”

She laughs again, but this time, I can hear the coldness in her voice. “To be my companion, of course. You will live in my quarters, ready for me when I want some entertainment. You have been created for my pleasure, and now I want to see if you’ll live up to my expectations. No more talking. Follow me.”

She strides down the stairs of the tower, ignoring my shock and humiliation. I’m to be her… sex slave? Her boy toy?

No.

“No,” I say firmly and she looks at me with confusion.

“What?”

“No,” I repeat. “I will not sleep with you.”

“Oh, you don’t need to sleep,” she grins. “I want you fully awake for this.”

In a flash, she’s in front of me, gripping my wrist. “If you refuse to come, there are other ways of getting you to our rooms.” A bright white flash, blinding me. When I blink open my eyes, we are no longer on the cold tower, but in a large, cosy looking bedroom. A massive four poster bed sits in the middle, covered in pillows.

Beira releases my arm and strides forward, spreading her arms. “Welcome to your new home.”

I frown as I take in my surroundings. It’s pretty, and I’m sure I could be comfortable here – but not with her.

I’m about to tell her that I refuse to be her willing concubinus when her dress suddenly dissolves into nothing, leaving her naked. By the Gods, she’s beautiful. Her skin is flawless, her breasts large but firm. I can imagine that most men wouldn’t hesitate jumping into her bed. But I am not most men.

“Put on some clothes,” I say, completely ignoring the sultry looks she gives me. “I will not be your sex toy, your Majesty.”

Undeterred, she steps forward, swaying her hips. I can feel my cock twitching traitorously. I need to stay strong. If I resist long enough, she will find someone else and let me go. I cling to that thought as she gently strokes my cheek, then presses a kiss on the other. Her lips are soft but her breath is cold. Stealing myself against her coming wrath, I step back, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“No. I will not do this.”
MacKinnon, Skye. Mother of Gods: A Winter Princess Prequel (Daughter of Winter Book 0) (pp. 14-17). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

It seems nothing will deter Colan from his refusal to be with her, not even prison.

I love the way this story plays out and even though it is sad there are truly touching and loving moments, and a sizzling connection that is finally realized.

I’m already reading the next book in this series.

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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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