*BEST URBAN FANTASY ROMANCE ~ 2020 PRISM Awards for Excellence in Paranormal Romance*
He's rich, sexy...and part-fae. But she's a shifter assassin on a mission. She can't let herself be charmed.
Marjani 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.
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...
NOTE: Charming Marjani is the second book in the Baltimore Earth Fada Darktime Trilogy (along with Saving Jace and Adric's Heart). 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.
THE FADA
Shapeshifters created during Dionysus's infamous bacchanals from a mix of fae, human and animal genes.
They're wild, ruthless, untamedβand when they love, it's forever.
*BEST SHIFTER SERIES ~ Paranormal Romance Guild Reviewer's Choice Awards*
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 smileβand 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 cageβor shot on sight.
And she'd have to admit Adric was right after allβshe 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. "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...