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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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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 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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Chosen By Them – Planet Athion Book – Between Rebels 3 By Skye MacKinnon


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

Chosen By Them
Planet Athion – Between Rebels Book 3
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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They want to make me their captain.
I can’t even fly a bloody spaceship.

I’m no longer a captive. No longer alone. But we’re still on the run. And the four alien males who seem to think the universe of me are only making it more complicated for me.

New life. New rules.

We can’t be free until we escape the Athions hunting us, even if it means accepting the help of untrustworthy space pirates.

What price am I prepared to pay for my freedom?

The third and final book in the Between Rebels trilogy, a sci-fi reverse harem.

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

When we left Wren and the guys they were entering pods to escape from the Athion ship coming to ‘rescue’ them. This was their only hope.

Now they’ve arrived on the pirate ship that came to help them, a huge vessel with an interesting character for a Captain. Ki’to’lok was one of the most powerful pirate captains with many and varied connections. After he gives Wren a tour of the ship he brings her to rejoin her men.

Raf, Vuk, Kilo and Kili were trying to figure out the next steps. With the Athions still out there, they were going to need a new ship and they aren’t exactly cheap. They couldn’t seem to agree on what they were going to be either, the only agreement was with regard to Wren. She would be their Captain and she was to be protected and loved by all of them. In order for her and them to be truly free they decided they needed to find and kill the Athions that were responsible for kidnapping and hurting her to begin with.

Kion shared a bit of a secret with them in the form of an inheritance he just has sitting there. It’s more than enough for a ship and they transfer that to Wren since she is an unknown in the universe except for a few.

With their ship purchased they leave to start their own journey whatever that will be. As they tour their new possession, they come across a very interesting entity.

This is a favorite scene.

We continued our exploration, passing several small empty rooms that could be used as sleeping quarters, until we reached a communal area. A large glass cylinder sat in the centre, filled with water.

“Is that an aquarium?” Wren asked, letting go of my hand to step closer.

I cursed soundlessly. My hand felt empty where I’d touched Wren. She was only a few steps away, yet it felt like an endless distance.

The water had a strange green tinge, not the colour of algae but something brighter, like the juice of a worys worm. The tank seemed empty with the exception of a layer of grey pebbles at the bottom.

“Whatever was in here must have died or been taken out before they sold the ship,” Kili said while walking around the aquarium.

“Wait!” Wren shouted when he was directly opposite of her. “There’s something…”

She screamed and even I let out a small yelp when I realised what she was staring at.

Kili’s image was distorted because of the tank, but in front of his chest, this distortion took on an entirely different shape. An elongated head with eight arms that drifted beneath it in the water. It was almost completely translucent, blending in with the greenish water. Only having Kili’s body as the backdrop had revealed the creature.

“Is that an octopus?” Wren gasped, now keeping a safe distance from the tank.

“I have no idea what an octopus is,” Kion muttered, “but if I’m not completely mistaken, this is a kalitrys, an extremely intelligent being from the other end of the galaxy.”

I’d never heard of such an animal before. Neither had the others, judging from their expressions.

“Are they dangerous?” I asked, keeping my eyes fixed on the eight-armed creature. Strong glass separated it from Wren, yet I was still worried about her safety. I doubted that would ever change. If I could, I’d wrap her in blankets and lock her into a room just to make sure no harm came to her. Sadly, I didn’t think she’d like that.

“They can be if they feel threatened,” Kion explained. “But usually, they’re harmless. Very intelligent, more so than some computers.”

Kili scoffed. “Wait, you’re telling me this squishy thing is better than a computer?”

“An octopus has nine brains,” Wren whispered, starting at the creature as if she was spellbound. “One in each tentacle. Maybe this one is the same.”

I still didn’t know what an octopus was, but nine brains sounded way too creepy for my liking. I knew several species with two or even three brains, but I’d learned that the more brains someone had, the higher the likelihood of them being a crazy psychopath. Having a creature with nine brains on board of our ship was a disaster waiting to happen. We’d have to get rid of it, and quickly, before Wren decided to adopt it as a pet. I could already see the first signs of her warming to the creature. She was approaching the tank, a smile on her face, and before I could stop her, she pressed her hands against the glass.

The lights in the room flickered once, then became a warm bright, a lot more welcoming than the previously fluorescent lighting.

I hurried to Wren’s side, my scales hardening, ready to defend her. Raf was already between her and the tank, and Kion had taken position at her back, guarding her in case the threat came from somewhere in the room.

“What’s going on?” Kili shouted from the other side of the tank. “What did you do?”

WELCOME.

Wren

The word echoed through my mind. A soft, melodious voice speaking in the same English accent I did.

I looked at the guys. All four of them seemed confused, turning back and forth to find the origin of the voice.

I didn’t have to search for it though. I already knew.

The kalytris stretched out one arm and gently tapped the window with it, as if it was knocking on a door. It wasn’t as translucent as it had been when we’d first entered the room. An iridescent shimmer now covered its skin, making it visible even without needing Kili as a dark background.

If the creature had eyes, then they were camouflaged well. It did have a mouth; small, lipless and with two small fangs that reminded me of a vampire. With the exception of the mouth, its large head was smooth and without any distinguishing features.

It was still becoming darker. Pulses of colour shot across its skin, ending in the tips of its arms, before another colourful wave started at the top. I’d never seen anything like it.

WHO IS THE CAPTAIN? I

t took me a moment to remember that it was me. I held up my hand like a school pupil.

“Me.”

The guys didn’t leave their protective formation around me. They formed a wall between me and the tank, leaving just a small gap enabling me to stare at the kalytris.

WELCOME TO MY SHIP. I HAVE BEEN AWAITING YOU.

“Your ship?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

“Is it talking to you?” Vuk whispered. He rubbed his ears.

“Yes, can’t you hear it?”

I’M SPEAKING JUST TO YOU, CAPTAIN. WE HAVE MUCH TO DISCUSS. BUT FIRST, DO YOU HAVE A NAME?

“Yes. I mean, my name is Wren, Wren King. What’s your name?”

MY FULL NAME IS TOO LONG TO BE UTTERED IN THIS VERY MOMENT. YOU MAY CALL ME M’HIL’TA-KAT’ORL THE FOURTH.

I choked. “That’s the short version of your name?”

IT IS VERY SHORT.

“Can I call you Hil?”

The kalytris groaned, a telepathic message that was both a sound and an emotion. YOU’RE THE CAPTAIN. YOU’RE IN CHARGE.

I grinned at it – I wasn’t quite sure if the alien octopus had a gender. “Hil it is. Now could you tell me what you’re doing here? Why did they leave you here when they sold the ship?”

I AM PART OF THE SHIP. I AM THE PILOT.

“What is it saying?” Raf whispered.

“Hil, can you talk to all of us? That will make it much easier. We don’t have secrets from each other.”

To my surprise, Hil laughed. ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT?

I swallowed but didn’t respond.

I AM THE PILOT, Hil repeated and I knew from the shocked expressions of the guys that it was now speaking to all of us at once.

I AM THE HEART OF THE SHIP. THE BRAIN. THE NERVOUS SYSTEM. I CONTROL EVERYTHING ONBOARD AND I AM UNDER YOUR COMMAND.

“Everything?” Vuk echoed. “How is that possible?”

THE DESIGNERS OF THIS VESSEL WANTED TO MAKE IT SPECIAL. A SIMPLE AI WASN’T ENOUGH FOR THEM, SO THEY LOOKED AT OTHER OPTIONS. I ENDED UP BEING THEIR SOLUTION.

“Did they force you to do this?” I asked, dread pooling in my stomach. I didn’t want an enslaved alien on my ship.

NO. I VOLUNTEERED.

I sighed in relief. That was better. It was still weird to have an octopus controlling the ship, but at least it was here by its own free will.

MY MATE DIED AND I NEEDED A NEW PURPOSE IN LIFE. MY KIND RARELY LEAVE OUR PLANET, SO THIS WAS AN OPPORTUNITY I COULDN’T PASS ON. I’D ALWAYS WANTED TO TRAVEL AND SEE THE UNIVERSE.

“But you’re stuck in this tank,” I protested. “How can you see anything from here?”

I AM LINKED TO ALL THE SHIP’S SYSTEMS. ALL THE CAMERAS. AND ALL THE CREW.

“Wait, you’re linked to us?” Kion growled. “How? We didn’t give you permission.”

NOT YET. YOU ARE RIGHT, I NEED YOUR PERMISSION TO ESTABLISH A MENTAL LINK. BUT THAT IS FOR LATER. RIGHT NOW, I NEED YOU TO SET A COURSE. THE SHIP IS DRIFTING AND I WOULD FEEL BETTER KNOWING WHERE WE’RE GOING. BY THE WAY, WHAT ARE YOU PLANNING TO DO WITH THIS VESSEL?

I grinned at Hil. “We’re pirates.”

I swore that even though he didn’t have eyes, I could see his eyes widen.
Skye MacKinnon. Chosen by them: Between Rebels Book Three (Kindle Locations 876-943). Peryton Press.

M’Hil’Ta-Kat’Orl the Forth, is essentially part of their ship and something all of them would have to get used to.

As Wren and her guys find their way together, what they look for finds them. In spite of being human, Wren begins to adjust to her new life mastering tasks she could never have dreamed of.

This book is fun, suspenseful, with simmer to sizzle. I hate to see this end, I love these characters so much!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinked, then looked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can’t wait for the next book.

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


Below the Baubles
Seven Wardens Book 5.5
By
USA Today Bestselling Authors
Skye MacKinnon
&
Laura Greenwood

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What present is waiting below the baubles?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How many?” Rónán asked.

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

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

“Where do we need to go?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Purrr – Catnip Assassins Book 3 By Skye MacKinnon


Purrr
Catnip Assassins
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Skye MacKinnon

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Five signs a cat is in heat:

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

Kill me now. This is going to be hell.

The third book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

“How are you?” I ask softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Especially now?” I repeat, confused.

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Scratch – Catnip Assassins Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


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

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

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

The second book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beth and Benjamin are some excellent examples of useful humans.

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

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

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

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

“I’m busy.”

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

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

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

LENNOX

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

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

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

I turn to Ryker. “Where’s the den?”

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

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

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

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

CHOC FAC

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

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

Ryker groans. “Is she always that slow?”

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

“Shall I come too?” Beth asks.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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