Tag Archives: @skye_mackinnon

Song of Souls – A Pied Piper Retelling by Skye MacKinnon


Song Of Souls
A Pied Piper Retelling
Once Upon A Fairy Tale Night
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Nobody can resist his call…. not even her…

The Piper’s music is alive, drawing souls from the world of the living to the domain of Death. Those called have two choices: come willingly or come by force—either way, when the Piper calls you, you will do as you are told.

Everything changes…even the unchangeable…

Autumn has been fighting all her life, and surviving the end of the world keeps her busy. She doesn’t have time for distractions. That is, until she meets a man nobody but her can see. When he speaks, her body does what the Piper commands, but she’s not going to accept that. Not at all.

A new song has begun…

He’s played his tune for a thousand years, but no living human has ever seen him. Until Autumn. His music is only supposed to control the dead, but now he’s stuck with a human who he cannot get rid of.

One of them will have to concede
to the music only they can hear…

I love twisted fairy tales and this one takes it to a whole new level. The Grimm Brothers have nothing on Skye MacKinnon.

Autumn is running for her life, traveling only at night to prevent capture. Her bicycle Pegasus is old and in need of repairs but it’s better than walking. The Cult of the Hundred want her dead and avoiding them has become harder as they build their ranks throughout the country. As she loses herself in her thoughts, she flies off Pegasus and lands in a ditch.

The Piper has been a tool for the Song via the flute he carries for at least a hundred years. While he does what the Song wants sometimes under protest, he can travel in the blink of an eye and also wish things into existence. When he was bored with the way he traveled he wished for a horse, the horse is now his companion. As he’s traveling through a storm the horse stops and he finds a woman in a ditch. She’s beautiful and in pain, he contemplates sending her on but finds he can’t. Instead he takes her home and wishes her injuries away.

When Autumn wakes she hears music and is drawn to it, the piper is playing, not for the Song but for himself. Their encounter goes well as he gets her fed and then it all goes wrong.

This is a favorite scene.

I don’t have any possessions with me, so I go straight to the front door. Luckily, my boots are waiting there for me, next to a row of his shoes and boots. This is going to make my journey so much more comfortable. I’d dreaded having to go barefoot until I got the chance to steal some new shoes.

“Don’t go outside!” he shouts from behind me, but I’ve already got my hand on the door handle.  

I blink. Gulp. Blink again.  

There should be green, rolling hills. Instead, jagged mountain tops touch the clouds, so sharp and pointy that it almost seems like they’re trying to cut the sky. Snow covers some of the highest peaks, but the rest are grey rock, cold and dead. The house is built on slate rock with not a single blade of grass in sight. A forest looms far in the distance; many hours’ walk away.  

This can’t be. I touch my forehead. Do I have a fever? Am I hallucinating? Maybe it’s a dream. One where I’m not aware that I’m dreaming. It would make sense. Tom looks and feels like taken right out of a beautiful dream.  

His footsteps come to a halt behind me, but he doesn’t say anything. Doesn’t explain what has happened.  

I rub my eyes. The mountains remain. The only place I know of with mountains this high is the very North of the country. Barely any people live there, which is why I’d played with the idea of going there if I didn’t find a place to call home before I got that far North.  

“Is this real?” I whisper.  

He clears his throat. “It’s real.”

He doesn’t offer an explanation. I’m too confused to find the words to ask for one.  

If this isn’t the dream, we’ve travelled hundreds of miles, maybe even a thousand. He said I’d had a head wound, but he never said I’d been unconscious for weeks. He would have mentioned that. My body would show the signs of not having eaten that long – or I probably would be dead by now. No. This cannot be.  

Magic.

The word pops into my head. But magic isn’t real. It happens in dreams and fairy tales, not in the real world.  

“How?”  

I barely manage to form the word.

“I can’t tell you.” His voice is full of regret.

I finally turn around. He looks lost, wringing his hands, but I’ve had it. I glare at him with all the fury I can muster.

“Tell. Me. Now. Where are we? How did we get here?”

“I can’t,” he repeats softly. He looks at the floor, once again evading my eyes. What a coward.  

I step forward and poke my finger into his chest. “If you don’t tell me, I’m going to make you.”

As soon as I touch him, he changes from downtrodden and reluctant to something new. He stares at my finger, his eyes wide with wonder. He reaches out as if to take my hand, but he stops himself just before our skin touches.  

“You,” he stammers. “You…”

“I’m going to hurt you if you don’t tell me what’s going on,” I snap. This guy is crazy, I see that now. He still looks at me as if he’s seeing me for the first time. There must be something wrong with him. Maybe that’s why he lives all alone in the mountains.  

“You’re touching me.”  

I realise I still am. I pull back, but he moves faster than I thought possible and grabs my hand, pulling it back to his chest. His skin is warm and soft, and while he’s holding me in a tight grip, he’s gentle at the same time.  

“You’re touching me,” he repeats. “You can see me. And you’re not scared of me.”

I wasn’t, until he went all crazy. Now, I’m not so sure. Not that I’m going to admit that to him.  

“Of course I can see you. And I’m sorry for touching you. It’s your fault. You’re refusing to reply.”

“You’re not afraid. Why are you not afraid?”

I frown. “Are people usually afraid of you?”

I’m having a hard time imagining that. He’s a little weird, but there’s nothing threatening about him. He’s the kind of man my mother would have loved to call her son-in-law. Friendly, helpful, and yes, very good-looking.  

“I always thought… the horns.”

Crazy. “Horns? What the heck are you talking about?”

He points at his smooth, flawless forehead.

“Horns. My horns.”

Alright, that’s enough. He’s a psycho. Probably thinks he’s the devil or something like that. Time to go. For real, this time.

I wriggle from his grip and luckily, he lets go of me without a fight. With one look at his definitely hornless face, I turn and walk down a narrow path leading from his house. I have no idea where it will take me, but if he rode here on a horse, it should lead to a road, eventually.

He doesn’t try to stop me. He stays quiet. I imagine him still staring at me in confusion. How did I not see how crazy he was in the beginning? Maybe the music helped him control his insanity for a while. I’ve heard of music being used to heal trauma of the mind.  

I don’t look back. It’s better that way for both of us.
Skye MacKinnon. Song of Souls (Kindle Locations 510-551).

He does follow her, the weather in the mountains can be harsh and the village a good three days away on foot. Things get very interesting once they return to his home.

Of course the business of the Song intrudes. The call leads the piper to discover what the Church of the Hundred is up to. The Song isn’t pleased, and everything takes shape in a very interesting way.

I really loved the way Skye twists this tale into something both intriguing and romantic.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

Skye MacKinnon

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

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

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

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Through the Storms – Seven Wardens Book 1.5 by Laura Greenwood & Skye MacKinnon


Through the Storms
Seven Wardens Book 1.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Laura Greenwood
&
Skye MacKinnon

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Bullied and lonely, beithir shifter Amber is not having the best of times at Ben Vair, a college for supernatural teenagers. Until Izban arrives, a mage who is much more than he seems… and his blue hair is rather sexy, too.

But when she agrees to help him on his quest, she gets more than she bargained for.
Which may not be such a bad thing.

NOTE:
A Seven Wardens spin-off taking place at the same time as From the Deeps. It can be read as a standalone novella.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo google_play_logo_002_002

In the previous book we learned of the Seven Wardens and Macey has found herself in love with three men, all are Wardens. Cam is Wind, Flint is Fire, Jared is Earth and Macey they assume is Water. From the poem we also know Lightening is imprisoned and Ice is searching for her. They’ve found Ice but before we continue, this book tells us all about Lightening and Ice.

Amber is Lightening and a Beithir, her kind don’t usually come into power until they turn twenty or so, and she is only eighteen. In her human form she has a tail, one she keeps hidden under large shirts. Since finding out she can regrow the tail a group of shifter females have made her life difficult by tearing it off.

Izban is Ice and a Mage, he is on a quest of sorts for his grandfather. In order to have access to where a couple of these artifacts are hidden, he poses as a substitute teacher. He learns some interesting things about the students and the school, but knows he can’t do anything about the injustices he sees.

It’s as he is searching for the second item on his list he runs into Amber, this is a favorite scene.

“You don’t need to be afraid of me,” Izban whispered, nearing Amber. She slithered backwards a little. When he continued to follow her, she bared her fangs, glistening with venom. That made him stop in his tracks.

“Okay, you don’t have to bite, I’m backing off, see?” And indeed, he walked back a step or two. Satisfied, she closed her maw. It was good to see a bit of fear from people occasionally. Far too many underestimated her. Just because she didn’t bite the girls who ripped off her tail didn’t mean she was completely defenceless. But she had principals. And she valued her freedom. Killing people was not going to be in her future, venomous teeth or not.

She’d never tried how poisonous her bite really was, but her parents had taught her that most grown beithirs were easily able to kill a human with their bite. Or even a supernatural.

“I need to look around for something, would you mind leaving me to it?”

He looked almost desperate. She had to laugh – inside, of course, snakes didn’t laugh.

She shook her head in a wide gesture, obvious enough so he couldn’t miss it.

He huffed. “I don’t have time to do this tomorrow. If you don’t leave, will you at least promise not to tell anyone I was here?”

She cocked her head. That was a big kind of promise. Usually, she’d set terms, like being able to tell someone if it was endangering him, her or others. But she couldn’t speak, damn it.

Maybe she should partially shift. It would mean she could actually talk, and she wouldn’t be left totally naked. Kind of. She could leave it so her scales mostly covered her, though technically they were just a part of her skin. Which made her naked again in her book, though she could understand why a lot of people would disagree. She did feel less exposed when she was wearing them after all.

The blue-haired man looked at her intently, worry etched on his face. Now that was interesting. He didn’t have anything to be worried about as far as she knew. But it did raise questions about what he was doing down here in the first place.

And what he was looking for.

Curiosity got the better of her, and Amber began the transformation into her half shifted form. Her face and hair returned to normal. Her body shrunk dramatically, and the grey-green scales retracted until they were covering all of her skin up past her breasts. At least she was decent.

Blue-hair’s eyes widened as he took her in. “You can half-shift?” he asked.

Odd question. She’d have many more if she were him.

“Obviously.”

“But not your tail?”

She scowled at him. But really, how was he to know her tail had been removed. She’d long since given up telling any of Ben Vair’s staff when she lost it. They just didn’t care.

“My tail and I had an unfortunate separation,” she replied.

His gaze travelled the length of her body, making her particularly self-conscious. No non-beithir had ever seen her like this, and it was an unusual situation to find herself in.

“Unfortunate how?”

“Tamsin,” she replied stiffly, holding her head up high. She wasn’t going to let anyone see how much she hated being without a tail.

“The annoying wolf shifter girl?” he asked.

“Yes. Are you sure you’re a teacher?”

He certainly wasn’t acting like it, and she wasn’t sure she liked it.

“Yes, yes, whatever.”

Amber frowned at him. “What are you looking for?” she asked as he glanced around the lab again.

“I can’t tell you that.” His response was instant, and pretty definite. Then again…

“What if I agreed not to tell anyone you were down here. Or that you were looking for something. Or that you’re clearly not a teacher?” She squared of against him, and his features took on a concerned look. Good. She was getting to him then.

Blue-hair smiled slightly. “You swear it?

“On the stub of my tail.”

“I’m looking for a ruby infused with baobhan sìth saliva.” He sighed, and pushed a hand over his face, leaving his blue hair in slight disarray. She almost reached out and smoothed it down. Almost.

“And you think you’ll find it in here?” She could almost laugh. He was in completely the wrong part of the underground rooms to find anything like that.

“At least you think it exists,” he pointed out.

“Of course it exists. Otherwise you wouldn’t be looking for it. But why in the clouds would you want one of those?” She didn’t even know what one did. Probably something icky if there was a incubus involved. Not that incubi themselves were icky creatures. Nor was sex with one, but there were a lot of ill uses to their magic according to rumour, and she dreaded to think what some of those could be.

“I wish I knew.” He looked away and shuffled his feet, so she dropped it. Despite really wanting to know, she didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. She had a feeling he knew a lot of interesting things. And she wanted to learn them all if she could. And more.

After Ben Vair, she’d been planning on journeying all over the world, and discovering creatures like her but by other names. She was sure there were some after all.

“You’re looking in the wrong place.”

“Huh?”

“You’re not going to find a ruby in what is effectively a biology lab.”

“How do you even know what biology is,” he muttered, quite possibly not meaning for her to hear.

Amber hissed, the sound coming across more menacing due to her half-shifted form. “I’m a mythical being, not an idiot. Try and remember that.”

He gulped, and nodded. “Sorry, lead on, please.” She relaxed a little. It wasn’t his fault he was so ill informed. But if she ever met the people who’d raised him…well they were going to get a piece of her mind.
Greenwood, Laura. Seven Wardens Omnibus: Books 1-4 (Seven Wardens Collections) (pp. 213-216). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

It’s Amber who introduces him to a ghost residing in the basements of the school. She’s the one who tells him what the items on his list are for. It’s at that moment Izbar knows he can’t complete his task or return home.

Fast-paced, adventurous, flirty and snarky, you won’t be able to put this book down.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye and Laura!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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!)

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

From the Deeps – Seven Wardens Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon & Laura Greenwood


From the Deeps
Seven Wardens Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Skye MacKinnon
&
Laura Greenwood

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Who knows what ascends from the Deeps…

Macey is really quite ordinary, if you ignore that she’s a kelpie princess living on land. Still, her life is boring until she gets kidnapped by a man who doesn’t quite know why he kidnapped her. Try and figure that one out.

Thankfully, he and his two companions are prepared to help her find out why she can’t return to Earth from their house in the Mists. Now the only problem is that Macey keeps getting distracted by the three mysterious and very sexy men…

A reverse harem romance drenched in Scottish mythology.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo google_play_logo_002_002

This book will set the premise for the rest of the series. There are some seriously intense scenes in this book, so if you don’t like that sort of thing, this book isn’t for you.

The book opens with us meeting Macey, she’s a kelpie currently living on land among humans. Something all young kelpies are meant to do. Unfortunately or fortunately her father has bound her powers, although she can do a partial shift or if in water shift to her kelpie form. Her brothers Bruce and Jerry, the Crown Princes are fighting, again. After threatening to call their Aunt Nettie, she had gone to read. When the lights go out, things are about to radically change for everyone.

There’s a mist surrounding the house, her brothers are unconscious and something hits her in the head as she collapses in someone’s arms.

Suffice to say Macey doesn’t exactly expect to fall for who she believes are her captors. At first there are extenuating circumstances that have her lusting after all of them, Jared’s fault. He’s an incubus who has been starving himself. Then there’s Camden who ‘saved’ her and Flint who was a just a bit annoyed, then very interested in her.

This is a favorite scene after Macey and Jared get together.

When she entered the living room, still wearing nothing but Flint’s t-shirt and her underwear, the three men were waiting for her.

Camdan cleared his throat and pointedly looked down at the floor. “Why are you walking around naked?”

She shrugged. “I don’t have any clothes.”

Flint chuckled. “Girls. I’ll get you some later. Weren’t you wearing jeans yesterday?”

Now it was her turn to look at the carpet, hiding her blushing cheeks. “I ripped them by accident. My claws must have come out without me noticing.”

“Yes, Flint told us what happened between you two,” Cam sighed and she swallowed hard. She was tempted to run back to her room and hide from all the embarrassment. Forever. Instead, she looked up, giving them all dirty looks.

“Do you always gossip like pesky little selkies?” she hissed, ignoring the fact that her hair was turning green in anger.

“We don’t gossip,” Flint grumbled. “They needed to know.”

“Did they now,” she growled, but inside she was getting curious. He’d promised her she’d find out more about them today. Maybe she should stop being angry?

“Sit down, Macey,” Cam commanded. She hissed at him but did as he said. That didn’t mean that she had to stop glaring at them, though.

“How do I start…,” Flint murmured, more to himself than her.

“Easy,” Jared grinned, “you’re fire, she’s water, opposites attract each other.”

Cam groaned, hitting his friend in the ribs. “Do you ever think before you speak?”

“Rarely.”

“I’ve noticed. Now be quiet and let Flint explain it properly.”

Jared smirked but didn’t reply. Macey was staring at them open-mouthed. What the fuck was going on here?

Flint sighed again, obviously feeling uncomfortable. “What do you know about the Seven Elements?”

“Aren’t there just four?” she asked, taken aback by this strange question.

“That’s the human way of thinking. In truth, there are seven: fire, air, earth, water, ice, wind and lightning. We call them Seachd-Sìona in Gaelic.”

“Wait, aren’t air and wind the same?” she interrupted? “And water and ice?”

“Similar, but not the same,” Flint explained. “Their base essence is different. Which is why there are seven of us.”

He paused to let it sink in, but she was having none of it. “Seven what? Idiots?”

Cam chuckled. “Seven Wardens.”

“Please tell me you’ve heard of the legend?” Jared groaned dramatically. Macey shook her head, embarrassed at her lack of knowledge of the supernatural world. Her grandmother had told her stories, but most were about the peoples roaming the sea and waters, not… Wardens, whatever they were.

“May I remind you that you didn’t know it either when you joined us?” Cam reminded him sternly and Jared grimaced.

“That’s different. I didn’t grow up in your world.”

“Have you asked Macey how she grew up?”

Jared shrugged before admitting, “No, I haven’t.”

“Then don’t be so quick to judge.” Cam turned to Flint. “Brother, would you do us the honour?”

Flint smiled and got up, bowing dramatically.

Macey smiled. This was going to be interesting.

Clearing his throat, Flint began to chant in a deep, smooth voice.

“Fire and wind,
brothers in arms,
lost in the mist.
Earth will join,
Always hungry,
Only sated by meeting the fourth.
Water will run, circling Fire,
then Wind and Earth.
Lightning is trapped,
Ice will break the chains.
Finally, Air is waiting,
only to appear
when the end is near.”

Silence followed his recital, broken only by the flickering of the flame he suddenly conjured, hovering above his outstretched hand.

“I am fire.”

Cam got up and lazily moved his fingers through the air, creating a tiny tornado in the palm of his hand.

“I am wind.”

Jared stood up as well, opened his mouth – and laughed, bending over as his chuckles grew louder. “Sorry, but you’re a little too dramatic,” he wheezed in between laughs. “And I can’t show her earth without destroying the house.”

“You just destroyed my performance,” Flint complained, but a grin was slowly appearing on his face, making his eyes sparkle in the light of the fire he was still holding.

“Sorry,” Jared shrugged, still laughing. “Oh and by the way, you’re water, Macey.

“I got that, believe it or not,” she muttered. Maybe that wasn’t the comment she should have been addressing, after all, they had just told her she was a Warden, whatever one of those was.
Greenwood, Laura. Seven Wardens Omnibus: Books 1-4 (Seven Wardens Collections) (pp. 27-29). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.

They need answers but the Staran has a mind of it’s own when they travel through it. We meet several interesting characters as the puzzle continues. They know they will need to find Ice to free Lightening and Macey keeps being attacked by a ‘Voice’ in her head. The Voice has Lightening, is leading Ice into a trap and it wants Macey. It seems to be collecting the Wardens and Macey needs her powers unlocked without returning to the loch to have her father do it.

Fast-paced with excitement, some laughs, kindle melting sizzle and so much more.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye and Laura!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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!)

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Beyond the Loch – Seven Wardens Book 0.5 by Laura Greenwood & Skye MacKinnon


Beyond the Loch
Seven Wardens Book 0.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Skye MacKinnon
&
Laura Greenwood

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

Adventure waits beyond the loch…

Before she became known as the Loch Ness Monster, Nessie was nothing more than a simple kelpie with big dreams.

When her chance for adventure comes, she grabs it with both hands, sending her to the depths of the ocean and mountain peaks. Though none of that compares to what awaits her heart when she meets a human who still believes in magic…

NOTE:
This story takes place before the Seven Wardens series but can be read as a standalone novella. There is no cliffhanger.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogo google_play_logo_002_002

Nessie is a Kelpie, she lives in a loch in northern Scotland. Young and inquisitive she wants to travel, to find answers to her painful shift from human to kelpie. With her parents blessing she leaves the loch to visit the Sea Kelpies. It is rumored that they have the answers she’s seeking.

At the beginning of her travels she meets Jonas, he is a ghost hunter of sorts. Wanting adventure she climbs Ben Nevis with him, for her it’s to see the sights for him he’s looking for the ghost from the tale she’s told him.

This is a favorite scene.

Reaching where it had gone, she noticed the small entrance to a cave. They’d have to duck, but it was clearly big enough for the two of them to get into.

“I guess we’re going in here,” she said.

“I thought you couldn’t see the ghost?” Jonas asked.

Nessie’s eyes widened. She hadn’t intended to let him know she’d been able to. “I couldn’t, but I did see a shimmer of light that you seemed to be following.”

The ghost’s chuckle filled the air around her. It seemed to know she was lying, though she had no idea how he possibly could. Especially when he wasn’t in the immediate vicinity.

Jonas nodded, clearly having believed her lie.

“Shall we?” he asked, waving towards the door.

“Might as well.” She didn’t wait for him to say anything else and ducked through the cave entrance.

After a couple of steps in complete darkness, the cave opened up and Nessie gasped at the view in front of her. Jewels twinkled in the walls in all colours, shapes, and sizes. Light bounced around, giving the cavern a mythical air.

“No one who sees this can say the supernatural isn’t real,” Jonas said when he reached her side.

She didn’t have the heart to tell him the effect was nothing to do with magic and everything to do with nature. Even if it wasn’t made that way, there was a magic in the way the place looked. Ethereal came to mind as a description.

“Welcome to the Cavern of Lights,” the ghost said, reappearing in his humanoid form, complete with kilt blowing in the non-existent wind.

“Thank you.” Jonas took a step forward. “Why have you brought us here, wise one?”

The ghost gave him an odd look before starting to laugh once more. “Wise one? Where did this one grow up?”

Nessie’s lips quirked up into a brief smile. It wasn’t Jonas’s fault he didn’t know how to address ghosts, even if that made it more amusing for her.

“My name is Gilbert. I’ll have none of this wise-one stuff.”

“Gilbert?” Jonas echoed.

“Aye. Is my name not a good one?” Menace flashed behind the ghost’s eyes. Nessie didn’t know how serious it was. She’d never met a ghost before, but from everything she’d heard, they could be rather temperamental creatures.

“It’s a very good name,” Jonas responded. “It just wasn’t what I expected.”

“You should always expect the unexpected, that way nothing ever comes as a surprise.”

“I’m not sure that’s true,” Nessie put in. “What if the expected happens? If you’re expecting the unexpected then the expected would surprise you. No?”

The ghost roared in laughter, filling the cavern with the sound as it bounced off the walls. “Now, now, I should have known better than to play word games with someone such as you. Aren’t you a long way from your loch?” He raised an eyebrow.

Nessie’s heart sank. She hoped he wouldn’t say any more, she wasn’t ready for Jonas to learn the truth about her and what she was. “Not as far as I could be.”

“I met your sort once before, while I was alive mind. She came from the sea. Beautiful, charming, but with the anger of the seas in her veins. Not one anyone should want to cross. I suspect you’re the same,” he told her.

“I’m from inland,” she countered.

“Means nought. Just because you have been something all your life, doesn’t mean that it’s what you’re meant to be. The sea is where you’ll find your answers.” His eyes pierced into her, giving weight to his words.

Nessie gulped. Maybe she should heed his words. She’d left the Loch for an adventure, after all, it wasn’t like she had a plan anyway.

“And what about me?” Jonas asked, having recovered from looking between them with a look of anger on his face. She was sure she’d have a lot of questions to answer after Gilbert had disappeared once more. At the moment, only Jonas’s eagerness to talk to the ghost before he disappeared was keeping her safe.

Gilbert studied him for a moment, a look of concentration marring his brow. “You are hard to read. I see two paths. One ends sooner than I think you’d like. The other takes you down a dangerous path that you’ll never return from.”

“If one of them ends soon, surely that’s the more dangerous path?” Nessie interrupted.

The ghost turned to her. “You think death is the most dangerous thing in the world?” He raised a ghostly eyebrow.

“It’s the most permanent,” she pointed out.

“Hardly.” He ran a hand down his body in explanation.

She had to admit he was right. He didn’t exactly support the hypothesis of death being the end. That was annoying.

“So death or danger are my options?” Jonas asked, not sounding as worried about it as Nessie would have liked considering they were talking about his future.

“Those are the paths I’m seeing, but all can still be changed. Human nature likes to change things even quicker than the unpredictable nature of the sea.”

“Should I be going to the coast too?” Jonas asked.

“Whatever gave you that idea?” Gilbert seemed genuinely taken aback by the question.

“You mentioned the sea for Nessie, and now again for me, I just thought…”

“I cannot tell either of you where you should go. All I can do is tell you what I see when I look at the two of you. Such are the restrictions of my kind.”
Greenwood, Laura. Beyond the Loch: A Seven Wardens Prequel . Peryton Press. Kindle Locations (460-499). Kindle Edition.

Once Jonas realizes she lied to him and was more than she said, he became angry causing Nessie to flee. She was off to complete her journey and learn how to shift with ease.

When she arrives at the Sea Kelpie’s domain under the sea, the welcome wasn’t what she expected. They are a bit angry, and when she meets up again with Jonas he isn’t exactly pleasant either.

Plenty of excitement, some interesting folklore, an unusual romance with sizzle, and the explanation of the Seven Wardens revealed as well as some very interesting facts about Nessie.

I am already starting the next book in this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye and Laura!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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!)

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Claw – Catnip Assassins Book 6 By Skye MacKinnon


Claw
Catnip Assassins Book 6
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

They took her freedom.
Now she’ll take their lives.

Voluntary kidnapping. That’s new even for Kat. Trapped, tortured and without any sign of her sister’s whereabouts, she can only do one thing: release the beast within and hope she doesn’t lose her humanity. Nor her family.

Relationships will be broken. New alliances will be forged. And yes, there will be more kittens.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

If you haven’t read the other books in this series, stop and go do that. This book takes up where the last book, ‘Lick’, left off.

Kat wakes up in a room with no windows, a door with no visible lock, a flickering ceiling light and a pipe through which her meals are delivered. There’s also an observation camera that she creatively covers. The highlight of her day is eating although that doesn’t always happen. Then there’s the torture, from loud music to scalding hot floors to the gas that burns and creates hallucinations all with no contact with the tormentors. It’s frustrating to not have a physical enemy.

She’s determined to find a way out, and meets an interesting, if small ally. A mouse she names Whiskers. Whiskers aids her in trying to escape by helping her get an idea of the layout of the house. Unfortunately the way up and out is guarded and she ends up back where she started.

This is a favorite scene.

If anyone would have told me I’d one day make friends with a mouse, I would have stabbed them.  

Not anymore.

Whiskers – that’s what I’ve started to call her – has a wicked sense of humour. For a mouse, anyway.  

For the past few hours, she’s shown me images of the inhabitants of the house. K7, the man who semi-kidnapped me, the woman who thinks she’s K7′ s mother, about ten different mutant grunts and four servants. Whiskers is only sending me pictures and smells, not voices, so I don’t know which of the servants are the ones who I overheard talking when I first woke up in this room. Not that I’m complaining. She’s been such a big help. Step by step, I’m building a mental map of the house. It’s a little hard because I’m seeing everything from the perspective of a tiny mouse, but it’s enough to show me the potential escape routes. My main problem is that I’m not alone here. Those grunts could be waiting for me again.   And the second problem is that I’m sure I’m being watched. I bet they’re sitting somewhere upstairs with a large bowl of popcorn, pissing themselves laughing at my feeble attempts to escape.  

Thanks to Whiskers, I now know that I’m downstairs in a tall building. It’s hard to count the floors from the perspective of a mouse, but I bet it’s at least ten storeys. There’s one basement below me, but the mouse has only been in there once. I bet that’s where they kept me until I was transferred to this room. The ground level is three floors above me. It’s a long way to get to the exit, even if I was in top condition.  

Whiskers moves through tunnels in the brickwork, but of course I wouldn’t fit in there. She’s shown me images of some ventilation shafts, but they don’t start getting big enough for me until one level above me. That means I have to use the normal stairs, unless I find a convenient hole in the ceiling somewhere. I wish. Still, I’m further than I was when I woke up today. And I’m feeling a lot more confident. I’ll make it out of here. I will.  

Footsteps in the distance alert me, but Whiskers is faster. She disappears beneath the bed. I’m glad she doesn’t leave the room. I don’t want to be alone, even if my only company is a mouse.  

I sit up as straight as I can and stare at the closed door in both anticipation and dread. If it’s some of the grunts, they’d be able to simply pick me up and do whatever they want with me. As creepy as the woman was, I kind of hope it’s her.

But no. The door opens and a very familiar face peeks in. K7. Usually, I prefer to think of my fellow clones as sisters, but not with her. Not after what I saw in my dream.  

She walks into the room and closes the door behind her. A smile curves her pale lips, but it seems more like a habit than happiness. Her right eye, the mechanical one, glints and a red light shines from it, pointing right at me. What the fuck?

“What’s that?” I challenge her. I doubt we need introductions.

“Hold still,” she orders coldly. Her voice is nothing like my own. There’s no life to it. She sounds much older than I am. In a twisted way, it reminds me a little of Grandma Doctor, the woman who created us.  

“What are you doing?”

“Scanning you. Don’t move or it might hurt.”

I glare at her but I follow her advice.

I’m in no mood for more pain.

“Your ankle is broken,” she said dispassionately. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

I can’t help it, I snort out a laugh. “I’d be in much better condition away from here. Want to let me go?”

For a second, a child’s fearful expression passes over her face, but then she’s back to robot mode.

“You will stay. My parents have plans for you.”

I shudder when she calls them her parents. “Do you know who I am to you?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible.  

“Of course. You’re the runaway.”

“That’s not what I meant. But yes, I like running away. Would love to do it now, actually.”

“You’re the experiment,” she says with distaste. “You failed and disappointed my parents, so then they had me instead. I’m not a disappointment like you.”
Skye MacKinnon. Claw: Catnip Assassins Book 6 (Kindle Locations 414-447). Peryton Press.

Befriending K7 isn’t easy, but her loneliness is key. As Kat gains her trust she also figures a way to get them both out and away.

Plenty of action, lots of sizzle, many twists, and a surprise no one will see coming.

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

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Coming Soon!

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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


Craved By Bears
Claining Her Bears Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Sky MacKinnon

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

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

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

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

It doesn’t come.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A very unique and satisfying ending to this series.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Complete Trilogy

Individually

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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


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

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

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

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

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

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

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

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How do you know that?”

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

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

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

“What suspicions?” Bertie asks quietly.

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sure you’re going to tell us.”

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

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

I’m stunned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why dangerous?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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


Rescued By Bears
Claiming Her Bears Book 1
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

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

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

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

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

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

NOTE:
Previously published as Polar Destiny.

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

A screetch signals the opening of the front door.

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

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

I stare at him. Is he for real?

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

“I’m… eh… who are you?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m fine. Ehm… who are you?”

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

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

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

“Yes, I suppose I am. Thank you.”

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

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

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

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

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

“But it’s winter! Isn’t he cold?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 Contented Purrs for Skye!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

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.

newsletter - for blog

Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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


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

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

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

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

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

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

Macey stared at the giant golden egg in her hands.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I really have to read this series from the beginning.

5 Contented Purrs for Skye and Laura!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

Barnes and Noble logo_150 ibooks-logo-150x150KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

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.

newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

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!)

newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page

Winter Goddess – Daughter of Winter Book 4 By Skye MacKinnon


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

1cf2a-addtogoodreads

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

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

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

Barnes and Noble logo_150 KoboLogogoogle_play_logo_002_002

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

I laugh softly.

“What?” Frost asks immediately.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

5 contented Purrs for Skye!

Click the Cover for Buy Links and More!

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.

newsletter - for blog


Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
Amazon Author Page