Charming Marjani: A Shifter – Fae Romance (The Fada Shapeshifter Series Book 6) by Rebecca Rivard

He’s rich, sexy—and part-fae. But she’s a shifter assassin on a mission. She can’t let herself be charmed.Too bad fate isn't interested in playing fair...*Winner, PRISM Award*Marjani is the strong, silent second-in-command to her alpha brother. 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 holds a prestigious position as an envoy for the ice fae king, but the fae never let him forget he’s not a pureblood. When he meets the beautiful shifter, everything he thought he wanted gets turned on its head. He’d sell his soul for a night with her.Unfortunately, he just might have to."So many feels this book delivers..."~Uncaged Book Reviews NOTE: Charming Marjani is the second book in the Darktime Trilogy featuring the Baltimore Earth Fada Clan (along with Saving Jace and Adric's Heart). All books in the Fada Shapeshifter Series are standalone with an HEA, but the clans, people and stories interconnect. If you crave dark shifters, dangerous fae and intense emotional storylines, this series is for you.Perfect for fans of: Fated mates • Fae–shifter romance • Dangerous, charming heroes • Strong heroines • High heat romantasy • Magic, intrigue, and edge of your seat tensionEXCERPT 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.Damn, 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 targeted by the authorities as feral.She could be slapped in a cage—or shot on sight.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 male 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. “American accent. That narrows it to two clans.”Fine hairs rose all over her body. He was right. Only two earth fada clans called North America home—hers in Baltimore and a Navajo clan in Arizona.But how the h*ll had he pegged her so quickly?