Charming Marjani by Rebecca Rivard
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Charming Marjani: A Fada Novel

Winner, Best Urban Fantasy Romance ~ 2020 PRISM Awards

So many feels this book delivers…

Uncaged Book Reviews

He’s rich, sexy—and part-fae.  But she’s a shifter assassin on a mission. She can’t let herself be charmed.

Marjani Savonett is the strong, silent second-in-command to her brother Adric, alpha of the Baltimore clan. She’s seen too much death, lived through too much darkness. Now her cat threatens to take over, leaving her a cougar in a human body. But before it does, she undertakes one last mission to Iceland—to the heart of a treacherous fae court.

Fane Morningstar holds a prestigious position as one of the ice fae king’s envoys. But the fae never let him forget he’s not a pureblood. Then he meets Marjani and everything he ever thought he wanted gets turned on its head. He’d sell his soul for a night with her.

Unfortunately, he just might have to…

A dark and dangerous ambiance that grabs hold of readers right from the start, and, with the adrenaline pumping excitement and thrilling suspense, keeps them glued to the pages until the very end.

InD’Tale Magazine (Crowned Heart Review)



NOTE: CHARMING MARJANI is the 2nd book in the Darktime Trilogy, which features the Baltimore Earth Fada, a clan of land-based shifters. All books in the Fada Shapeshifter Series are standalone with an HEA, but the people and stories interconnect. If you crave dark shifters, dangerous fae and intense emotional storylines, this series is for you.

Marjani’s skin prickled. She sipped her ale and glanced around.

A tall, rangy man with shoulder-length blond hair slouched at a nearby table, drinking a beer. He met her eyes, not bothering to hide that he was checking her out.

Her breath snagged.

Holy singing crystals, he was beautiful, with slanted cheekbones and sky-blue eyes framed by dark eyelashes. His straight nose had a small bump on the bridge, a tiny imperfection that only heightened his appeal, and his black ribbed sweater stretched across a hard chest.

His cheek creased in a smile—and fear wrapped icy fingers around her lungs.

She jerked her gaze back to her sandwich, her stomach tight, heart thudding in her ears.

Fuck, she hated this. A couple of years ago, she might have smiled back, seen where this led. But not anymore. No one touched her. She didn’t even let members of the clan get too close.

A shadow fell across the table.

She snarled, her cougar rising to meet the threat. She forced it down. Shifting in the middle of a human pub could be fatal. The fada and humans had treaties about those things. A fada shifting in a pub for no reason would be automatically targeted by the authorities as feral.

She could be shot on sight—or slapped in a cage.

And she’d have to admit Adric was right after all—she was too broken, too close to going feral, to be out on her own.

The tall blond smiled down at her. Spoke.

Still fighting the cougar, she had to concentrate to make sense of his words.

“I said, mind if I join you?” A surprisingly deep voice, gravel wrapped in silk.

She shook her head. “Yes.”

He lifted a single dark brow. “No, you don’t mind, or yes, you do?”

“Yeah, I mind. I don’t want company.”

His gaze went to the slight lump her quartz made beneath her sweater. “Your accent is American, which means you’re from one of two clans.”

Fine hairs rose all over her body. He was correct; the only earth fada clans in North America were her own clan in Baltimore and the Navajo clan in Arizona.

But how the hell had he made her as an earth fada so fast?

Her nostrils flared, subtly testing the air. Human—he smelled of salt and iron—but with a trace of silver. The man had fae blood, although it might be so faint he didn’t know it himself. Overlaying it was a pleasant grassy scent, as if he spent a lot of time outdoors.

Her cat liked his smell, but the human part of her didn’t like that hint of fae. Not on top of the fact that he knew a little too much about earth fada.

She eased the switchblade from her pocket and released the catch with a quiet snick.

“You don’t want to use that.” He set his plate and glass on her table and took the chair across from her. 


Leaning back in his chair, he rested an arm on the back as if she were an old friend instead of a pissed-off shifter with a sharp blade aimed at his privates. “Too messy. I’m guessing you don’t want to draw attention.”

“How did you know I’m an earth fada?” she asked, soft and dangerous. “Did Corban send you?”

“Who?” His surprise seemed genuine—and besides, her cousin would never ally himself with a human.

She shook her head. “Never mind.”

“Don’t worry.” His voice dropped as well. “No one else in here noticed—or if they did, they didn’t care. Icelanders are used to magical creatures.”

She narrowed her eyes. “That’s not an answer.”

“What was the question?”

Her breath hissed between her teeth. The man was maddening. “How,” she repeated,
“did you know what I am?”

He grinned, a flash of white against tanned skin. “It’s your walk.”

“My walk?”

“You didn’t walk in here, you flowed—like a dancer…or a cat. Every earth fada I’ve ever met walks like that.”

She made a mental note to clomp out of the pub like a freaking Clydesdale horse. “And that interests you—why?”

Another shrug. “It doesn’t. I just liked the look of you. If you want me to leave, I will.”

She relaxed fractionally. He was right, she didn’t want to draw attention. And his scent had the pureness of truth. He didn’t mean her harm.

In fact, all she scented was…interest, of the sexual kind. Was he flirting with her? 

5 stars, Paranormal Romance Guild: “Can’t wait for more! It kept me glued to it from the first page… This is a series I highly recommend and I can’t wait for the next book.”

For a look at the entire Fada Shapeshifter Series, go to Rebecca Rivard’s Shapeshifters page.

New to the Darktime Trilogy? Read an excerpt from Saving Jace, the first book in the trilogy.

Charming Marjani: Winner, 2020 PRISM Award for Best Urban Fantasy

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