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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He blinked, then looked away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I can’t wait for the next book.

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

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

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


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

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What present is waiting below the baubles?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How many?” Rónán asked.

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

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

“Where do we need to go?” she asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Purrr – Catnip Assassins Book 3 By Skye MacKinnon


Purrr
Catnip Assassins
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Skye MacKinnon

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Five signs a cat is in heat:

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

Kill me now. This is going to be hell.

The third book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

“How are you?” I ask softly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Especially now?” I repeat, confused.

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

“What?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Skye MacKinnon

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

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

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

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Scratch – Catnip Assassins Book 2 By Skye MacKinnon


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

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

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

The second book in this purrfectly exciting urban fantasy series.

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beth and Benjamin are some excellent examples of useful humans.

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

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

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

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

“I’m busy.”

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

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

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

LENNOX

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

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

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

I turn to Ryker. “Where’s the den?”

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

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

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

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

CHOC FAC

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

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

Ryker groans. “Is she always that slow?”

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

“Shall I come too?” Beth asks.

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

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

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

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

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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.

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


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

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Assassin. Private Investigator.
Cat shifter.

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

Suddenly, things have become purrfectly exciting.

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

Meow. Meow.

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

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

Meow.

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

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

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

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

Meooooow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Meow.

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

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

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

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

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

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

His ears twitch, but he continues eating.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

An image of other cats pops into my mind.

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

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

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

I really enjoyed this book, the cats, the characters and more than a few surprises make this a page turning read. I’ve already started my re-read of the next book in this series.

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

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

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

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Stolen By Them: Planet Athion – Between Rebels Book 1 by Skye MacKinnon


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

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

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

There are two basic facts every woman needs to know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is a favorite scene.

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

“Shall we take a taxi?”

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

“Is it far?”

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

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

“Then let’s take a taxi.”

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

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

“Nice to meet you. I’m Wren.”

“Where are you from, Wren?”

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

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

“Are they sweets?”

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

“Delicious,” he muttered with a satisfied smile.

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

“You never offer me more,” Arri complained.

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

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

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

“Good?” Laki asked with an amused smirk.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you…?”

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

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

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

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

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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.

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Infernal Descent Trilogy – by Skye MacKinnon & Bea Paige


Infernal Descent Trilogy
Contains
Hell’s Calling
Hell’s Weeping
Hell’s Burning
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon
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Bea Paige

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The complete Infernal Descent trilogy
in one volume for the first time.
Hell just got a whole lot hotter…

The devil has taken Ciera’s sister. To save her, she has to travel through all nine circles of his domain, filled with demons, monsters and sinners.

Luckily, she’s not alone. Accompanied by a fallen angel, a werewolf and a hellhound, she ventures further into the lands of the dead than any human ever before. But there’s a reason the living are not supposed to be in Hell, and with every circle, there are more enemies to overcome.

With the devil out to stop them, Ciera and her men need to hurry before it’s too late for both her and her little sister…

An action packed fantasy adventure based on Dante’s Inferno, but with a kickass heroine instead of a lovesick old poet, and a reverse harem romance that’ll make you swoon.

 

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I fell in Love with Skye’s Cat Assassins series and looking for some Halloweenish books I thought, what could be better than Lucifer and his ilk. It just so happens that this trilogy was coming out as one book so I knew it would be perfect.

In this first book we meet Ciera as Lucifer sort of breaks his word. She has signed a contract with ‘Luke’ for her soul so she would be able to provide for her little sister Tris. Now with Tris crying for her, she tries to fight off Luke’s messenger and ends up unconscious. When she wakes, Tris is gone and she gets some advice and direction from her elderly neighbor Noella.

This is a favorite scene.

Before I even look at the rest of the man’s face, I’m convinced that he isn’t human.

A few months ago, this would have shocked me, but I’ve been hanging out with Luke and his crowd for long enough to figure out that humans aren’t alone in this world. I’ve never had the chance or the confidence to ask what they all are, but their supernatural strength is enough to tell me that they aren’t like me. Luke of course is the devil, Lucifer, although he hates being called that name. The only thing that gives away his non-humanity are his red-rimmed eyes, but it’s not the same for the man in front of him.

His entire skin is glowing. Without the golden glow, he’d probably be pale, but the shine hides his true skin colour and any impurities there might be. His lips are curved in a small smile, his white teeth the only non-golden part of him. How does he walk around town looking like this? No wonder he’s hiding in a shed in the worst part of town where outcasts and misfits blend in. Not that he’d ever blend in.

I’m so mesmerised by his eyes and his glow that it takes me a moment to notice that he’s talking to me.

“Do you enjoy sitting on the floor?” He grins, flashing his sparkling white teeth at me.

“No? Then you better come in.” He leans out of the window, reaching out for me with one hand.

Last chance to run, Ciera, a voice in my head tells me, but I ignore it. I’m not going to run if this might be a chance to save my sister.

I take his hand, expecting him to pull me up so I can walk through the door, but he has other ideas. One second I’m outside in the backyard, the next, I’m flying through the window head-first before landing against his chest. He’s warm, I can feel his heat even through my clothes. His chest is hard with muscle, but not uncomfortable.

What the fuck? Did he just pull me through a window with enough force to prevent me from crashing against the window frame? And why am I still in his arms?

I hastily step back, ignoring how cold I suddenly feel, bereft of his warmth.

“Who are you?” I ask hastily, both to break the silence and to feel a little less awkward.

“They call me Maro,” he says in a soft but deep voice.

“And what do you call yourself?”

“Maro.” He chuckles. “Are you one of those people who take everything literally?”

I shrug. “Occasionally. What are you doing here?”

His grin grows wider. “You sneak around my house and then ask me what I’m doing here?”

I’m grasping for a snarky answer but my mind is going blank. His glow is too much, I can’t focus. How can I think when I’m looking at the most gorgeous and unusual man I’ve ever seen?

I decide not to look at him again, instead, I inspect the rough wooden floor.

“I’m looking for someone,” I say, determinedly not lifting my gaze. “Or something, maybe. Ehm…” I take a deep breath. “Do you know someone called Luke?”

Suddenly, I’m slammed against the wall behind me, something sharp pressing against my throat. Maro’s face is inches away from my own, his eyes suddenly burning with molten gold. He’s no longer smiling at me.

“Do you work for him?” he growls, the softness in his voice gone.

I try and look down to see what he’s holding against my throat, but I’m scared he might cut me if I move too much.

“No,” I reply steadily, hoping he won’t spot the lie. It’s not like I’m working for Luke voluntarily. Signing the contract with him was the only way for me and my sister to survive. It got us a permanent place in the shelter, food and enough money to occasionally buy some clothes or other necessary things for Tris. He even threw in a bus pass so I could get to my assignments without having to walk through the entire city.

“Interesting,” he mutters, still not letting me go. “You’re lying but you’re not. Explain.”

To emphasise his command, the pain on my throat increases. I’m breathing shallowly now, trying not to move my neck.

“It’s not by choice,” I reply through clenched teeth. “Let me go and I’ll tell you.”

His eyes stay fixed on mine, burning into my mind. The intensity of his gaze is making me dizzy, but I can’t even seem to blink, let alone close my eyes.

Finally, he seems satisfied and steps back, releasing me, and I get to see what was pressed against my throat.

Fuck.

He’s got bloody wings.
Skye MacKinnon; Bea Paige. Infernal Descent: The Complete Trilogy (Kindle Locations 276-313).

After Maro kind of introduces himself and ascertains her reasons for wanting to descend to Hell. He agrees to help her, and the adventure begins.

We meet some of the usual folks such as Charon at the river Acheron, as Ciera gets her first visual of Hell. Then and a surprising one, seeing Homer at the first circle. She will have to make it through the ten circles of Hell to get to the center where Lucifer aka Luke is holding her sister.

At the second circle there is Minos, but it is at the third circle that things get even more interesting as we meet Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound who is the gatekeeper for this circle. Who just happens to turn into a very sexy male. At this point Ciera has started thinking of Maro as ‘Her angel’ which in itself is intriguing. It’s her reaction to Cerberus that starts confusing her a bit, she’s on a quest to free her sister not get the hots over an angel and a hellhound, who just happens to turn into a very sexy male.

It’s there that Plutus, a werewolf, joins the crew, his is the fourth circle and even though there appears to be a feud between him and Maro they need him get across the river Styx. There is The City of Dis, the fifth circle, guarded by fallen angels and the Furies on the other side of the river Styx.

I’m not going to continue naming folks since at this point we have the ones important to this book. Ciera has the angel, the hellhound and the werewolf on her side, and they are both distracting and needed.

I couldn’t stop reading and the descriptions of the circles are Hell indeed. I am just going to continue reading as I need to know what happens next.

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Now this book opens with quite the surprise as the gate to the sixth circle opens and the dead swarm through. Ciera also notices that the closer to the center they get the more the glow of Maro fades.

Led into an ambush by a centaur named Oumy who has rainbow hair, it looks like Ciera’s journey might come to an end here. It’s quite the battle.

This is a favorite scene.

Of the three, I feel most comfortable around Ceb, which is pretty ridiculous given he’s a three-headed hellhound with the ability to reduce a hoard of people to ash in a matter of seconds.

“See, even Ciera agrees,” Ceb says, winking at me.

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” I say with a glare, trying to hide the warm glow his attention gives me.

There’s something so alluring about Ceb. He’s snarky and spiky, powerful and attractive, all of those things, but there is a mystery to him. Despite his outward appearance, there’s something light about him. Something pure and, not for the first time, I wonder why he’s here. Why he’s in Hell. In fact, when I look at Plutus by his side, I feel the same way about him too. Despite the angry facade, there’s more to him than meets the eye. I felt it in his kiss, I feel it now when I look at him.

“Where is that traitorous little prick anyway?” Maro cuts in, interrupting my thoughts.

When I turn to look at him, he’s scowling at the three of us, not in the least bit amused by our gentle ribbing.

“That fucker needs to pay,” he adds, casting his gaze around the now empty warehouse, looking for the rainbow-haired centaur.

I frown, the light in him that was so obvious when I first met him in his ramshackle home in the grounds of the Dark Woods pub is almost non-existent now. Where Ceb and Plutus seem to be glowing brighter, he seems to be dimming. It scares me if I’m honest.

“That fucker has a companion,” Ceb says, pointing to the other side of the warehouse.

“Well, look who it is!” Plutus snarls, his long dark hair falling over his shoulders.

“You traitorous piece of shit!” Maro shouts, striding towards the pair.

The fat little man next to him holds his hand up and Maro is suddenly flying backwards in the air. We all watch as he lands in a heap amongst the charred remains of the dead.

“Fucking hell,” Ceb exclaims, as shocked as Maro at the power of Oumy’s companion.

This must be Anastasius, the leader of the heretics, or he would be if they weren’t all dead.

Maro gets to his feet, shaking out his wings, but the ash of the dead stick to them leaving them a dull grey colour. My heart squeezes at that. I have the sudden urge to rip off my top and wipe him down. I don’t like to see his glow so dulled. Not at all.

I step forward, rage filling my chest. Who the fuck does he think he is? Lifting my bow, I slide an arrow against the notch. I could kill both of them in an instant. I will kill them both. If they think they’re getting out of here alive, they’re very much mistaken.

Anastasius holds his hand up, Oumy sliding behind him. The centaur looks at me warily through a veil of multicoloured hair. He even has the audacity to smile, as though that’s enough to counteract all the shit he’s caused.

“What the fuck are you smiling at, you lying, traitorous bastard!” I shout.

“It wasn’t me. I had nothing to do with it,” Oumy stutters, looking like butter wouldn’t melt.

“Nothing to do with it? You lured us into a trap with your lies!”

“I didn’t mean it,” he whinnies.

“You didn’t mean to lure us here so a thousand heretics could attack us, or you didn’t mean to betray us?” Plutus snarls.

Oumy mutters under his breath, backing further behind Anastasius.

“It was all him!” he says, throwing Anastasius under the bus. ‘Loyalty’ clearly isn’t a word in his vocabulary.

Anastasius steps forward, ignoring Oumy completely now. He looks far too at ease for my liking. I keep my bow and arrow fixed on him. One false move and he’s dead.

“Lucifer has a message for you, Ciera,” he says, looking directly at me.

I feel Ceb, Maro and Plutus edge closer.

“And what’s that?” I ask, trying not to feel afraid. Trying not to worry about what he’s doing with Tris.

Anastasius smiles slowly. His puffy face splitting like a ripe peach as the skin parts along the centre of his face. Out of the skin and bone, another face appears, that of a horned creature covered in boils and weeping blisters. The skull of Anastasius falls against his shoulders as this demonic head wriggles upwards, its obsidian eyes turn to me and the men around me step ever closer.

The demon opens his mouth, but it’s Lucifer’s voice I hear.

“Your journey is futile, Ciera, but if it is a journey you’re intent on making know this: Tris is mine, I will never give her up. I will reign hellfire on your attempts to get her back. You’re not strong enough. There are no weapons powerful enough to kill me.”

“Fuck you! I will never give up. I will find her,” I whisper, tears pricking at my eyes.

The demonic creature laughs. “You’re too late, she’s already lost.”

Lucifer’s voice rings in my head as his words cut right through skin, bone and muscle. I feel them reverberate around the room. My heart shatters.

“Ciera, we should leave,” Maro murmurs, resting his hand against my back. The way he says it makes me think he’s talking about Hell and not this warehouse.

“I will never give up,” I whisper, blinking back the tears.

Oumy starts to laugh alongside the twisted demon that now shreds the skin of Anastasius.

“I WILL NEVER GIVE UP!” I roar, firing off an arrow.

It rips through the demon’s eyeball and straight through Oumy’s chest. Their laughter dies as my rage erupts. But even their deaths don’t appease the despair within me. Nothing but the thought of Tris in my arms can do that. “Ciera…” Plutus calls as I stride towards the exit.

But I don’t turn around. I won’t.
Skye MacKinnon; Bea Paige. Infernal Descent: The Complete Trilogy (Kindle Locations 2002-2048).

Next up is the centaur Chiron who just happens to be Cerberus’ brother. Not a calm reunion at all. But it’s the questioning that has Ciera wondering even more about her angel Maro. At least until he clarifies his answer to her.

Then the forest of the seventh circle, followed by rains of hellfire. It’s here that things really heat up (pun intended) between Ciera and her guys as they are trapped waiting for the firestorm to end.

Of course things just get worse and there are many surprises here. I did some laughing, some crying and needed to hydrate a bit too. Definitely plenty of heat in more than one way.

I’m just going to move on to the final book in this trilogy, I really have to finish, I am hoping for a happy ending here.

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After the events in the second book, I wasn’t sure what to expect as I began this one. we still have three more circles to navigate, and I’m still sniffling. Plutus isn’t with them, their experiment seems to have failed, but a voice tells Ciera that he lives at least for now, but she needs to hurry to the center.

The eighth circle has 10 bolgias, and you have to know by now that everything is hellish, yes I meant that pun. Thanks to, and I’m still giggling, ‘Papa Smurf’, Ciera has a unique way to find their way through after they fall into a place that appears to be under the eighth bolgia. Unfortunately that little gift also makes her very sick and there are plenty of dangers here as well.

The ninth circle holds a surprising cold and more as this tale brings us closer to the center.

This is a favorite scene.

Ceb is by my side in an instant as I start pounding on the ice wall. “It’s Plutus! It’s Plutus! Get him out. GET HIM OUT NOW!” I shout, my voice cracking with emotion.

Maro rests a hand on my shoulder.

“Plutus is dead, Cookie. We saw him die. It can’t be him,” he says gently.

I shrug him off. “He’s alive. She said he was alive, and here he is! GET HIM OUT!”

“The girl you mentioned before?” Ceb asks, taking my face in his hands and forcing me to look at him. I strain to look at Plutus, desperate to get him out. Can’t they see it’s him? It’s him!

“Yes, her. The girl with the fiery hair. I already told you! She said he was alive, that we had to be quick. Here he is! Now get him the fuck out of that ice, Ceb!”

“Are you certain? I can’t see his face, the ice is too thick,” Maro asks.

“It’s him, it’s him! I know it is. GET HIM OUT!” I roar, my voice hoarse.

My body knows, my heart, my fucking soul. It’s Plutus. I know it.

Ceb doesn’t hesitate further, nudging me gently aside he places his hands on the ice wall. “Take her to the centre of the room, Maro.” He glances up at the thin ceiling. “I’m going to try this in my human form, it’ll take me longer, but it’s safer. If this place starts to collapse, then you’re better off over there on that platform away from the walls. I’ll try to ease him out gently.”

Maro nods his head, dragging me away whilst tears cascade down my cheeks. “Are we too late, Maro?” I whisper.

Maro hauls me back up against him whilst we stand on the stone platform. “Fuck knows how he’s alive, Cookie, but he is. We just need to get him out of that wall and warm him up.”

“I told you. She said he was alive, and he is. How did he end up here? We saw him turn to ash, Maro…”

“So many questions that I don’t have the answers to. Perhaps he’ll enlighten us when Ceb gets him out.”

“Oh, God!” I exclaim, distracted by Ceb’s hands sinking into the ice wall. A loud crack sounds as the ice wall splinters. Ceb withdraws his hands for a moment. He glances over his shoulder at us both. I catch a glimpse of fear before he winks.

“It’ll be alright, Firecracker. Trust me,” he reassures.

And I do. I do.

Maro wraps his arms tighter around my waist, resting his chin atop my shoulder. “This time we won’t lose him, Cookie,” he murmurs.

For the next hour, Ceb slowly melts the ice encasing Plutus, stopping every now and then when he thinks he’s in danger of bringing the whole place down. Inch by inch Plutus is uncovered until finally, Ceb is able to pull him out of the ice wall. The air leaves my throat in a rush as Ceb picks Plutus up and strides over to us. He’s stiff, his body still frozen through. The expression on his face has a small sob escaping from my mouth.

He’s so afraid, terrified. The fear, loss, and grief are too much to bear.

“I’m going to warm him up now, but I can’t do it in my hellhound form as my fire will be too hot. Take him for a moment whilst I strip off,” Ceb says, handing the frozen Plutus to Maro who’s released me from his arms.

Maro takes Plutus from Ceb, holding him against his body as though hugging him. I tentatively touch Plutus’s cheek, tears streaming down my face. “Plutus, we’re right here. We’re right here. Just hold on.”

“Right, all ready. Hand him to me,” Ceb says stepping up onto the stone platform beside us. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to strip off. He’s completely, gloriously naked.

“Christ, Berus, the pants too? Is that really necessary?” Maro frowns, but there’s laughter in his eyes.

“Yep, abso-bloody-lutely! Imagine what he’ll say when he wakes up.” He grins, winking, before wrapping his arms around Plutus and hugging him against his chest.

Maro and I watch as ever so slowly, the blue tinge to Plutus’s skin starts to pink up.

“Ooooh, it’s getting nice and toasty now, wanna join?” Ceb asks, holding his arm out.

I hesitate and Ceb clucks his tongue like a mother hen. It’s quite adorable.

“You need warming too,” Maro says, urging me forward. “But let’s lie down, that will be more comfortable for all of us.”

Maro spreads Ceb’s discarded clothes on the floor to create a makeshift blanket. Once most of the stone tiles are covered, Ceb lowers Plutus to the ground and lies down behind him, his chest pressed against Plutus’s back.

I join them, hugging Plutus, and despite his cold skin, I can feel Ceb’s warmth seep into me from behind the wolf.

“Come on angel, there’s room enough for you. Stop being a pussy, we’re all friends here,” Ceb says over my head.

Maro watches us, a hint of a smile pulling up his lips. “Fine. But don’t get any funny ideas, hound. I’m a one woman kinda man, alright?”

Ceb laughs. “Just get in and cuddle, you dick.”

Maro lies down on his side behind me, effectively pushing me into Plutus’s chest so that Plutus and I are somehow huddled between them both. Snuggling against him, I cup Plutus’s face in my hands. His skin doesn’t feel ice-cold any longer, but it isn’t at a normal body temperature just yet. I don’t even know if his heart is beating, but I know he’s alive. He just needs to thaw out. Well, that’s what I’m telling myself anyway.

“Come back to me, Plutus. Come back to us all,” I whisper, pressing my lips against his mouth and wishing with every single part of me, that he wakes up soon.
Skye MacKinnon; Bea Paige. Infernal Descent: The Complete Trilogy (Kindle Locations 4240-4287).

As Ceb thaws Plutus and warms both Ciera and Maro.I confess to more sniffles, and a Hell yeah as Ciera decides she’s had enough and calls out to Lucifer and Maro’s fallen brother Marbas answers.

Lots of hold your breath action, a not so pleasant revelation for Ciera and so much more had me turning the pages.

I loved every page of this trilogy. Don’t miss it!

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Hisss – Catnip Assassins Book 4 by Skye MacKinnon


Hisss
Catnip Assassins Book 4
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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***Contains Spoilers,
Don’t read if you’ve not read Purrr***

Not all battles are fought with swords…

Kat’s world has changed dramatically. Her home is gone, her business destroyed, her confidence frayed. She’s used to dealing with problems (mostly by killing them), but trying to cope with her newfound siblings, mysterious enemies, and three yummy smelling men is a little too much even for Kat. It’s time to polish those claws and prepare to forge out a new life – with a little bit of murder, obviously.

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

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While I have read this whole series to date, I have not yet reviewed them all. I’m going to have to rectify that.

This is the fourth book in the series and let me say things are really heating up. With two of Kat’s sisters(clones) K4 and K5 showing up on her doorstep the M.E.O.W. crew are more than a little suspicious of them. The tow of them were created together and they are like twins, they complete each other’s sentences and thoughts, it’s a bit spooky. However the crew feels at the moment, then need to listen as K4 and Ivy(K5) have information about K2 and another pack lab.

What they have to say about K2 is not good but as always Kat hopes there is a way to help her after they get her out.

Since their house burned down, they are living in a wagon that was once owned by a circus. While sleeping with Ryker, Lennox and Gryphon usually isn’t a hardship, the close quarters and their need for her sends Kat running. She runs until she’s exhausted and falls asleep far from town. Ryker sends a kitten to find her and after waking Kat the kitten finds herself in a lot of trouble.

This is a favorite scene.

I follow her pitiful meows, away from the river and towards a small forest. Why the heck did the kitten even go here? It’s not the direct way to the town and definitely not a shortcut.

When I get closer, a new scent hits my nostrils. Wet dog. No, not dogs. Wolves. Like Lennox’s scent, but a lot more menacing. There are shifters out here and they’re not the nice kind. This is getting ever more intriguing. Judging from the scents, there are at least three werewolves out here. If they’re all the size of Lennox, that could be a bit of a challenge. Luckily, most wolf shifters are smaller than him and less powerful. There’s no way around it, anyway. The kitten is in danger and I’m the only one around to help it.

Why can’t people get themselves into trouble when I’m not nearby? That would be so much easier for me. Not for them, but still… sometimes I deserve to be selfish.

The forest gives me enough cover to slowly sneak up on the wolves. I was right, there are three of them, surrounding the little kitten. She’s got scratch wounds all over her little body, but they don’t seem deep enough to be life-threatening. They’re playing with her.

Anger fills me. I like torture as much as the next assassin, but I only do it to people who deserve it, not to innocent kittens. She’s got her paws above her head, shielding herself from the next attack.

No more.

I leap out of the foliage and land on one of the wolves, pinning him to the ground. By the time the other two realise what’s happening and turn towards me, I’ve already ripped out this one’s throat. Blood fills my mouth, hot and sweet. I freeze, realising I shouldn’t find it this… delicious. I shouldn’t want to drink my fill from his bleeding throat.

One of the other wolves, a dark grey one, pounces and I react by instinct, rolling onto my side, evading him easily. The other joins the fray and then we’re fighting, biting, clawing at each other. Every time I bite one of them, their blood joins that of the first in my mouth. I swallow it down, greedily drinking their life essence. The frenzy makes it hard to think, so I let my instincts free reign, fighting wild and dirty.

When one of them jumps into the air to attack me from above, I roll onto my back and extend my paws, slicing open his abdomen. Entrails rain down on me and all I can think of is how good they might taste. Hunger burns through me, a deep craving that won’t be controlled. The wolf’s body falls on top of me like a flying buffet. I open my jaws wide, catching whatever organs are tumbling towards me, but then the other wolf is there, his teeth sinking into my side.

I roar and roll to my feet, facing the ashen wolf who’s growling at me. In slow motion, I see his hind legs lower, readying for the jump, but I’m faster. Before he’s even left the ground, I’m on him, my claws racing across his back, my teeth at his neck. He’s dead before he can take another breath.

Alright, this has never happened before. I’m fast, but not that fast. The wound in my side is throbbing, but the pain is already lessening. As if I’m healing at record speed.

The kitten meows pitifully. She licks blood off her little paws before progressing to the wounds she can reach. She seems fine though. A little shaken, a little bit injured, but nothing dramatic.

I turn away from her to focus on the wolf corpses. They smell delicious. Sweet, raw, with an echo of life. I want to sink my teeth into their flesh and rip them apart, wolfing down the fresh meat. Drink their blood.

“Please don’t eat me.”

The kitten’s trembling words pull me from my frenzy.

I stare at her in shock. Blood is dripping from my fur, coating the inside of my mouth, filling my stomach. What the fuck have I done?

I stumble back, away from the corpses. Even though my head is slowly getting clearer, their scent is still tempting me. This is so much more potent than catnip. If the kitten weren’t watching me with wide eyes, I’d devour them all until only bones are left.

“I’m not going to eat you,” I mutter, retreating further. “How badly are you hurt?”

“I’ll be fine,” she says bravely, but her voice is weak.

I sigh and lower myself to the ground. “Climb on. I’ll carry you.”

She looks at me with fear reflecting in her large eyes. She’s afraid of me, one of her own. I’ve really messed up.

“Do it now or you’ll have to walk home,” I snap, more harshly than I want to.

With another cautious glance, she does as I said, climbing onto my back, her little claws pressing against my skin as she finds a secure spot to hold on to. I carefully get up, making sure she’s not about to slip. When I’m sure that she’s safe up there, I increase my pace, hurrying towards town. As much as I want more solitude to think about what just happened, I’ve got a kitten in need of help.
Skye MacKinnon. Hisss: Catnip Assassins – Book Four (Kindle Locations 301-338).

So now along with a new lab to find and infiltrate, we have a bunch of new wolves, not associated with the pack. First priority has to be the lab and getting K2 out of there. In the process perhaps they can get back some the research they lost as well.

Lots of action, suspense and plenty of sizzle too! I can’t wait to read Lick the next book coming soon I hope!

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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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Samhain Goddess – Daughter of Winter Book 5 by Skye MacKinnon


Samhain Goddess
Daughter of Winter Book 5
By
USA Today Bestselling Author
Skye MacKinnon

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Wyn may be a Goddess, but even she is a little confused by the rumours of ghosts in her palace.

It gets even stranger when one of them appears in her bedroom, begging for forgiveness. For wha? Wyn has no idea.

Can she solve the ghost crisis before it ruins the Samhain celebrations?

And will she find a moment to spend time with her four yummy Guardians?

Author Note:
A Daughter of Winter spin-off that can be read without previous knowledge of this bestselling reverse harem series. However, if you’d like to read the complete series first, start with Winter Princess or get the box set.

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I frequently start a series from the end, but this is a novella that is short and addicting.

Wyn is Queen of Winter and also a Goddess. She is carrying out a tradition of the Samhain Ball, but the dress her seamstress made for her is a bit over the top fluffy for her tastes. Although her men, her guardians seem to like it.

This is a favorite scene.

“You look beautiful, Wyn,” Crispin says with a wide smile. “The orange really suits you.”

I grimace. “It makes me look like a pumpkin,” I reply. “An oversized, frilly pumpkin.”

Frost laughs. “A cute pumpkin though. Never seen a pumpkin this cute.”

“Could we stop talking aboot pumpkins? It’s making me hungry,” Arc complains in his broad Scottish accent. He’s sprawled out on the bed, his kilt has shifted upwards and I can almost see underneath it. Almost. It’s very tempting to take a closer look.

“Well, it’s at least another hour until we can eat,” I tell him, frowning at myself in the mirror. This dress is an abomination. I’m not going to wear it to the ball, no way in hell. This may be the end of my already frayed relationship with the head seamstress, but this isn’t a costume party. I’m not supposed to look like a vegetable.

“Maybe you should take it off,” Frost suggests with a wolfish grin. “We could even help you.”

I sigh in exasperation. “I appreciate it, but we really need to get going. They’re waiting for me.”

“You’re the Queen. Keep them waiting,” Storm says lazily, leaning against the wall, his formal uniform hugging his perfect body.
Skye MacKinnon. Samhain Goddess (Daughter of Winter, #5) (Kindle Locations 40-50). Peryton Press.

Saved from wearing an embarrassing gown by her head of household and best friend Tamara, Wyn enters the ball.

Dewi, the Goddess of Autumn, saw a ghost on her way to the ball, and when Wyn goes to prepare to deal with it, one appears in her bedroom. An interesting situation since her guards had something else in mind.

A fun, sexy romp, with the added plus of helping the ghosts.

I now have to read this series from the beginning, I am hooked.

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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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