Polar Fates: A Reverse Harem Novel (The Drowning Book 2) Page 12

  “How about here?”

  Instead of an answer, he kisses me hard and passionate, a promise of the coming bonding. I’m already looking forward to the taste of his blood and the spark of our newly formed connection.

  Never breaking our kiss, we sink down onto the grass.

  Húnn is going to make love to me, and I to him. Our love is going to be cemented by this bond. We’ll become one, the perfect couple.

  Finn is next. And then we’re a proper family. Mother, child and four fathers.

  ~ The End ~

  I hope you enjoyed Polar Fates – if you did, I’d be immensely grateful if you could leave a review. Even a few words help!

  The third and final book in The Drowning Series will be out in the summer, and that one is going to be a lot more about the guys and their relationship with Isla – now that the big threat is resolved(ish), they’ll have a bit more time to talk… and do other things. Read on to see the cover!

  I don’t have a precise release date yet, so I recommend subscribing to my newsletter for updates (or stalk me on social media).

  Author’s Note

  If you want to find out more about this post-apocalyptic world and how the Drowning happened, I’ve written a story set a few years before the events in this book called Alone, a sci-fi reverse harem currently published in the Once Upon A Twist anthology. I’ll publish it as a standalone together with a sequel, Hidden, in April.

  If you love both shifters and Scotland, why not read From the Deeps, a paranormal reverse harem with kelpies, wraiths and a rather cute incubus that I’ve co-written with the amazing Laura Greenwood. Read on for a short sample!

  Another co-written story (this time with the lovely Arizona Tape) is Partridge in the P.E.A.R., a satirical sci-fi reverse harem, available for free if you sign up to our newsletters.

  Last but not least, take a look at my bestselling Daughter of Winter series, telling the story of Wyn, a demigoddess, and her four yummy Guardians.

  Also By

  Daughter of Winter Series (Paranormal RH)

  Winter Princess

  Winter Heiress

  Winter Queen (2018)

  Prequel: Mother of Gods, published in the Breaking the Myth anthology

  Spin-off: Demon’s Revenge

  Ruined Heart Series (Fantasy RH)

  Heart of Time

  Heart of Four (2018)

  The Drowning Series (Dystopian RH)

  Polar Destiny

  Polar Fates

  Polar Miracle

  Seven Wardens Series (Paranormal RH co-written with Laura Greenwood)

  From the Deeps

  Into the Mists (2018)

  Spin-off: Through the Storms, published in the Breaking the Myth anthology

  The Mars Diaries (Sci-fi RH)

  Alone – Once Upon a Twist (Sci-Fi RH)

  Hidden (2018)

  Standalones

  Partridge in the P.E.A.R. (Sci-Fi RH co-written with Arizona Tape)

  Highland Butterflies, published in the United in Love anthology (FF romance)

  Acknowledgements

  As always, there are lots of people who’ve been involved in creating this book, directly or indirectly.

  My fellow Flock members and friends Laura, Arizona and Kelly have become an important part of my life and are always there for the happy and stressful moments of author life. Thanks for being there, thanks for making me write more bears!

  In real life, thanks to my colleagues Cherry, Amanda and Lucy, who’ve been incredibly supportive of my writing ambitions from the very start. I hope you’re not reading this.

  Two people have made this book pretty: Giusy (magicalcover.de) created the beautiful cover and Gina Wynn did the formatting – thanks both!

  A giant thanks to my beta readers, my street team and all the readers who keep giving me feedback, advice and funny gifs. Without you, there would be no books.

  My bunnies were important role models for the bears in my head, so thank you, Darwin and Emma, for being hilarious, boisterous and occasionally horny (stop humping, Darwin!).

  I’d thank my family but I’m very much hoping they’re not reading this…

  About the Author

  Skye MacKinnon is an International Bestselling author with a slight obsession with Scotland, bunnies and dried mango. And when she says slight... her friends are trying to find ways to trick her into not having a book set in Scotland.

  You'll often find Skye bribing herself into writing words using cake and tea, but whatever works, right?

  Whether it’s set in space (Scottish space, obviously), fantasy worlds (Scottish fantasy worlds, obviously), or Scotland, Skye's tales are full of magic, romance and adventure. Oh and unicorns. There's a few demons too.

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  Sneak preview: Polar Miracle

  Sample: From the Deeps

  A paranormal reverse harem co-written by Laura Greenwood and Skye MacKinnon.

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

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

  In Chapter One, Macey gets kidnapped while exploring a mysterious fog outside her house. Here’s Chapter Two.

  "How the hell would I know?" the male voice was low and rumbling, like the roaring flames of a fire. And just like flames, his words were terrifying, at least for Macey.

  "You always know what to do," another man responded. His voice was softer, not as passionate, or maybe it was, just in a different way. It was hard to tell, her head hurt and she had no idea what had happened.

  "You brought her here, Camdan, I thought you had a reason for that," the first voice replied.

  "It felt right?"

  "You kidnapped a woman because you thought it felt right? Are you out of your fucking mind?" The first man's voice grew louder and Macey wondered what the hell she'd managed to get herself into. Guess that was what she got for wishing her life was more interesting. She was away from her brothers for a start.

  "We needed a fourth anyway."

  "No, we needed water anyway," the first man responded, sounding a little condescending, but it was hard to tell without opening her eyes. For all she knew, the two men were sitting side by side, putting this all on for her.

  "And she's water?" The man snorted. Actually snorted. She didn't think she'd heard anyone do that since she was a child at the palace. Bruce had received the scolding of a result of it. Apparently, it wasn't seemly for a Prince to act that way. If anyone asked Macey, she'd tell them it was antiquated and stupid. Unfortunately, no one ever actually asked her.

  "She might be," the second man, Camdan, replied.

  "I think I'd have recognised my opposite, don't you think? You knew when you met Jared, didn't you?" Silence stretched on after the first man's words, and an itch on Macey's thigh was making it impossible for her to stay still. Which was a shame, their conversation was more than a little intriguing and she wanted to know what they were on about. Probably not the most rational response to being kidnapped, sure, but it was the one her brain was apparently going with.

  "Maybe not if..."

  "Stop. She can't be water, that means..."

  "That it's all true. Yes." Camdan said the words quietly.


  "Believe what you will. I'm finding Jared." A shuffle and a slammed door after his words must have meant he'd left the room, leaving her alone with just Camdan, the man who'd taken her. That should have filled her with more dread than it did.

  "I know you're awake," he said, and Macey gave up the pretence of sleeping, opening her eyes and finding herself staring into the same misty grey ones that she'd seen before blacking out.

  "You," she croaked, her hand flying to her throat. Why was she struggling to speak? She really shouldn't be.

  "Yes, me. Sorry about that, you were a little out of it." He chuckled.

  "Out of what?" She pushed herself up so that she was sitting, allowing her to study the man more fully. Was he the same figure she'd seen approaching in the mists? That didn't seem right. He had the same grey eyes she'd seen, sure, but he was far more solid than the mist-man. Far, far more solid. In fact, he was verging on drool-worthy, with wide rugby player shoulders, and pale hair that was an odd colour between white and grey. Actually, it kind of matched his eyes.

  "Consciousness? You fainted."

  "I did? I don't faint." At least, she didn't think she did. She'd never done it before. “No, something hit me, I think.”

  "Sorry to break it to you, but you fainted."

  "Fine," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest, not quite convinced, but her memory was all fuzzy. Camdan's eyes flickered down briefly before returning to her face, and heat rose in her cheeks. That wasn't a reaction she was used to. Normally when men checked her out, it filled her with a slight sense of unease. "So, where am I?"

  "A safe place."

  Well, that was informative of him. "Who are you?" she tried a different question, hoping he'd be more forthcoming on this subject. Though if he knew she'd been awake the entire time, then he should know she was already aware of his name.

  "Camdan," he answered anyway.

  "Camdan," she tested the name out. "Anything else?"

  "No, just Camdan. Some people call me Cam though." He shrugged, as if it was of little importance.

  "Who are you, Cam?"

  "Just a man," he replied. Damn, he was an infuriating one. "Ignore Flint, his temper runs a bit hot." He chuckled to himself.

  "Going to let me in on the joke?" she asked, growing more irate by the second.

  "Not yet, no," he replied.

  "Well, then I'd quite like to leave," she said, getting up from the bed she was lying on and shooting Cam a challenging look. She was not going to show how insecure she felt.

  "I'm afraid that's impossible."

  She huffed, anger bubbling up in her. "And why is that? Am I your prisoner?"

  "Not at all. But if you look outside, you'll see we’re no longer on Earth."

  "What the fucking waves? Is that a joke?" In two steps, she was by the window, ripping open the curtains. A wall of mist blocked the view. This house could be anywhere. She looked around the room. It was simple, generic, boring. A small bed, a wardrobe, a chair - currently occupied by Camdan - and a sink. Nothing special. And definitely not something that was going to tell her anything about where the heck she was.

  "I wish it was," Cam said sadly. "I'm sorry I took you, I don't know what came over me."

  She whirled around. If only looks could kill.

  "So why did you kidnap me? What did you do to my brothers?"

  He looked at her, his forehead scrunched in confusion. "Your brothers? I didn't do anything to your brothers. Didn't even know you had any."

  "But they were lying on the ground... Unconscious..." Her voice faltered as she realised what that meant. If he was telling the truth, Cam wasn't the only one who’d been out in the mist.

  "I didn't see anyone. I saw you collapsing so I caught you and brought you here," he explained, looking down on the ground, evading her eyes.

  "You still haven't explained why you did that," she snapped, her voice harsher than she had intended.

  "Did you hear me talking to Flint?" he asked and she nodded. "It felt like the right thing to do. I was travelling on the Staran, the hidden path, and felt a weird kind of tug, so I left the path and found myself in your village. I planned to hide in the mists but the fàth-fiata were already there. Then I heard shouts and found you. End of story."

  "That doesn't explain anything," Macey huffed. "What's the Staran? Why were you going to hide?"

  "Sorry, I'm not used to talking to humans," he apologised but stopped when she growled.

  "I'm not human," she said through clenched teeth. "Don't insult me."

  He held up his hands. "Sorry, I didn't know. You were in a human village, so I assumed... What are you?"

  "Wouldn't you like to know." She shook her head. "Answer my questions first."

  "Sorry - I seem to be saying that a lot today." He grimaced. "The Staran are the paths between worlds, a quick way to travel through the mists. I think humans call them ley lines, but that's a simplistic term. They're not set routes, they change all the time, and sometimes, they bring you where you need to be, not where you want to be. Like today, I guess."

  "What the actual fuck? You expect me to believe that?" her voice rose higher at the end as her outrage seeped in. He'd brought her here, without checking if it was okay first, and now he was expecting her to believe he'd travelled along these Staran to some place that didn't seem to really exist. Next, he'd be telling her that the gods existed and actually controlled stuff, and she knew that was a lie.

  "Look out of the window, it's a little hard to deny."

  "Not true, it could just be really crap weather."

  Camdan started laughing. "I know you're from Scotland, but you have to admit that this would still be a little extreme for just bad weather." Damn, he had a point.

  "How do you know I'm Scottish?" she demanded instead, going as far as stomping her foot on the ground. Maybe not as mature as she should be, especially with the weird pull she was feeling towards Camdan. At the same time, he couldn't exactly say anything about it, not after kidnapping her.

  "Your accent is a bit of a giveaway." He gave her a self-satisfied smirk and her hand flew to cover her mouth. She hadn't even realised that she had an accent. "Do you have a name?"

  "No, my Mum decided she wanted to be different and gave me a number instead," she snapped and he stood there in stunned silence, confusion written over his face for a moment.

  "Which number?" he asked once he'd regained his composure.

  "What?"

  "Which number did your Mum give you?" He smiled at the end, his soft grey eyes boring into her and distracting her from her train of thought.

  "Two," she replied dryly. When he stared at her, she sighed. "She called me Macey.”

  "So why did you say Two?" he asked her in confusion.

  "Ever heard of sarcasm?"

  "It's a very human concept," he said slowly and she shook her head in frustration.

  "One last time, I'm not human."

  "You certainly behave like one."

  "Well, I'm not. And anyway, what are you?"

  He smirked. "You're not telling me your species, so why should I tell you mine?"

  "Point taken," she sighed. "But you really need to let me go. I need to find my brothers, I need to make sure they're okay."

  "Not possible." He crossed his arms in front of his chest, showing off his hard muscles. She swallowed at the sight. It was hard to focus on being angry with him when looking at those distracting muscles.

  "Why not?" She was getting really impatient now. Couldn't he just answer her questions with more than a word or two?

  He shrugged. "The Staran won't let me leave."

  She huffed. "Well, I never said that you needed to leave. I can go on my own."

  "Only my kind can use the Staran. You need one of us with you to travel on the paths of mist."

  "But what about the other guy? Flint?" She knew she was clutching at straws now. She needed to get out of here, away from these crazy men who had kidnapped her for no apparent reason. />
  "He can try, but I doubt it will work. The Staran have brought us here, together, and they have a mind of their own. We haven't done what they want us to do, and until we fulfil our purpose, they won't let you leave."

  She shook her head, swallowing a growl. "But that's just a theory, right? You're just making this up, you want to keep me here. Pervert."

  He chuckled. "Seriously? You're calling me a pervert? Don't think I haven't noticed you checking me out."

  She blushed, very aware of the truth in his words. But then, she didn't really have a choice. He shouldn't be allowed to look that good. Hot. Sexy. Fuckable.

  Macey cleared her throat, trying to get her stream of thought back to the issue at hand. "I'll try it anyway, when Flint is back. Will that be soon?"

  "I don't know," Cam said, looking at the clock above the door. "He was a little annoyed when he left, which usually means that he'll stop by the tavern on the way to pick up Jared."

  She frowned. "Why does he need to pick up Jared? And who is he, anyway?"

  "Jared is not like Flint and me. He's not... he can't travel on the Staran on his own. Just like you."

  She sighed, sitting back down on the bed in defeat. "Can you contact Jared somehow? I really need to know if my brothers are well."

  Camdan frowned and sat down next to her, cautiously putting an arm around her shoulders. She was tempted to shake him off, but somehow, it felt good. Calming.