The Fada Shapeshifters Series Series by Rebecca Rivard

Discover USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Rivard’s world of dark shifters, sexy fae and other magical creatures... THE DARKTIME ISN’T OVER. A black panther shifter with a scarred heart... Jace Jones, a Baltimore earth fada lieutenant, lost nearly his entire family in the clan war known as the Darktime. Scarred by the deaths, he pours his soul into rebuilding the clan... moreDiscover USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Rivard’s world of dark shifters, sexy fae and other magical creatures... THE DARKTIME ISN’T OVER. A black panther shifter with a scarred heart... Jace Jones, a Baltimore earth fada lieutenant, lost nearly his entire family in the clan war known as the Darktime. Scarred by the deaths, he pours his soul into rebuilding the clan. The only person who has a claim on his heart is his niece, until an attack by a night fae leaves him dying on a human’s doorstep. A gutsy waitress trying to hold onto her dreams... Tough, edgy Evie Morningstar is doing her best to raise a teenage brother on a waitress’s pay while taking classes toward a nursing degree. She has no time for men—until she finds the sexy shifter bleeding out in her backyard. After Evie saves Jace’s life, the two take the first steps toward a happily ever after—only to find both Evie and her brother have been drawn into the fada’s dangerous world. And the Darktime isn't over... NOTE: Saving Jace is the start of the Darktime Trilogy featuring the Baltimore Earth Fada Clan. EXCERPT FROM SAVING JACE : Someone was watching her. Evie gripped her keys and looked around. Across the alley, a pair of luminous green eyes stared at her unblinkingly from the shadows. Her heart kicked into a gallop. “Jace? Is that you?” Please let it be him. He stepped out of the shadows. She blew out a breath. It was Jace. He crossed the alley in a few long, loose strides. An atavistic tremor went down her spine. This was the real Jace—and he was nothing like the injured, feverish victim of last week. No, this man was dark. Powerful. Raw-boned. A panther in a T-shirt and jeans. She squared her shoulders and lifted her chin, because damn it, she’d saved the man’s life. She refused to let him spook her. He stopped a few feet away. “Hello, Evie.” He was bigger than she remembered, but then, last week he’d been hunched over nursing his injuries. Now she realized he was a good half foot taller than her with the lean, hard build of a soldier. Another shiver went down her spine—but this one had nothing to do with fear. THE FADA. Shapeshifters created during Dionysus’s infamous bacchanals. They’re dark, ruthless, untamed—and when they love, it’s forever. less

Discover USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Rivard’s steamy world of dark shifters and dangerous fae.THE DARKTIME TRILOGY CONTINUES… 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 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... moreDiscover USA Today bestselling author Rebecca Rivard’s steamy world of dark shifters and dangerous fae.THE DARKTIME TRILOGY CONTINUES… 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 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. 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... NOTE: Charming Marjani is Book 2 of the Darktime Trilogy featuring the Baltimore Earth Fada Clan. All books are standalone with an HEA, but the people and stories interconnect. If you crave intense emotional storylines and dark, sexy shifters and fae, this book is for you. Excerpt: 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 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 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. “No?” He leaned back in his chair, an arm resting on the back, as relaxed 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.” less