I’m Rebecca Rivard and I write dark shifters, sexy fae and other magical creatures—which has to be one of the best jobs ever!
A Special Breed of Shifters
My Fada Shapeshifters series started in a local park. I live in the Chesapeake Bay region, and one day I was swimming in a creek with my husband. The water tumbles over large rocks that could be the entrance to a hidden, other world. One with magical beings like shapeshifters and dryads and fae…
What, I wondered, if someone was watching me—a man, whose world I’d intruded upon? And what if he was a shapeshifter who could shift to water animals.
My series was born. The first three novels feature the Rock Run River Fada—a special breed of water shapeshifters with magical Gifts and the ability to shift into animals like dolphins, sharks and even otters. There are also earth fada, who shift into mountain lions, jaguars, wolves and other land-based animals.
Then there are the fae, like the fae queen in Seducing the Sun Fae, who as the novel begins is being secretly studied by a dark shifter alpha just like the one I pictured there in the woods that day. He plans to seduce her—and then kidnap her.
My latest release is a prequel to the Fada Shapeshifter series. This story took me to 1850s Ireland and an Irish sea fada Seer named Ula—and the Portuguese shifter whom she suspects is up to no good. I’m so thrilled that advance readers are loving the chemistry between Ula and her dark shifter mate, Nisio!
Stealing Ula: A Fada Shapeshifter Prequel
She’s an Irish Seer with a Gift she can’t control…
He’s a mercenary with a dark secret…
Here’s an excerpt:
In this scene, Irish sea fada Ula has followed Nisio, a visiting Portuguese river fada, as he hurries somewhere within her clan’s base. She’s sure that Nisio is up to something. But he disappears until—
Ula rounded the corner to the last landing—and there on the bottom step was a large, black-haired man staring up at her.
She jolted and pressed a hand to her pounding heart. “Bloody hell! You scared me.”
Nisio’s silver eyes glinted in the shadows. “Did I?” he replied in his slow, careful English as he started up the stairs. “Then I must apologize, senhorita.”
“That’s all right. It’s just you startled—”
She halted as he stepped onto the landing and moved back so that she was against the stone wall.
He set a hand on the wall next to her head. His shirt hung open and her eyes involuntarily dipped to the bare chest just inches away.
Ula was used to seeing half-naked men. Water fada were adapted to cool temperatures. At home in their caverns, they dressed in minimal clothing and went barefoot.
But holy blue seas, the man was beautiful: broad shouldered and heavily muscled with smooth olive skin. Her fingers itched to tangle themselves in the curly black hair dusting his chest.
She swallowed and curled them into her palms.
Nisio’s eyes darkened. “Ula.” Just her name, spoken in a husky voice that sent an answering vibration down her spine.
She moistened her lips. “Nisio. I—” Her mind blanked.
He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. “You search for me, perhaps?”
“I was, aye.” She nodded vigorously. “I’m just after making sure everything is all right.” It was the truth, but not the whole truth.
One black brow kicked up skeptically. “That is kind. But as I have told you, everything is fine. Your clan, it is most generous.”
“Lovely—I’m happy to hear that.” She gave him a bright smile, and said, “Well, I guess I’ll be on my way,” and went to slip around him.
He moved so that his body blocked hers. “I think not.”
“What?” She froze, her back to the wall, and stared up at him. “And why not, I’d like to know?”
He shifted closer. So close she could feel the heat of him all along her body. Her heart slammed against her rib cage. Slow, hard strokes that stole the air from her lungs.
“You followed me, Ula. I want to know why. The truth, por favor.”
She pressed her lips together. Unable to lie, because it would make her sick, and besides, he’d scent it anyway.
“Nothing to say, hm?” He studied her from beneath lush black lashes that were almost too pretty for a man but were the perfect balance for his lean, hard face.
She drew a shaky breath. She should stop this—demand he let her go. She was in her own clan’s base. He wouldn’t dare hurt her, not if he wanted to make it out of Ireland alive.
But somehow she couldn’t bring herself to say the words. She stared at him, caught by the heat in his expression and something in herself, something that ached for whatever he had to give her.
“You’ve got it all wrong. I wasn’t—” She halted and shook her head.
“Sim,” he murmured darkly. “If I were you, I would not speak that lie. It will only make you ill, não é?”
She moved a shoulder.
He stroked the sensitive underside of her jaw, then continued down to where the bodice of her dress came to a vee. “You are here to see to my needs, yes? What if I have need of you?”
She shook her head helplessly. The vision flashed through her mind. This seemed inevitable, something that had been foretold. She reminded herself that she didn’t trust her visions, but Goddess, she ached for this one to be true.
He slipped a finger under her bodice, teasing the top of her breast. She was panting now, unable to fill her lungs. Her nipples prickled, pushing against the thin blue-and-white cotton.
Nisio’s gaze flicked down, taking in the hard points. He gripped her shoulders, muttered something harsh in Portuguese and brought his mouth to hers.
Ula braced her hands against the wall, expecting a hard, punishing kiss. She knew this was his way of teaching her a lesson for spying on him. But instead he halted, his mouth a hairsbreadth from hers and teased the seam of her lips with his tongue. Heat slid over her in sensuous rivulets. Her whole body went taut.
His nostrils flared and she knew he scented her wanting. “Por favor, cara,” he murmured. “I want only a taste…”
Something in her melted at his coaxing tone. She parted her lips and he slipped his tongue inside, tasting her in sweet, deliberate strokes until her head was spinning and her knees felt like jelly.
He lifted his head and took a deep breath.
She gulped. “Nisio?”
He cupped her face. “Shh…”
For a hushed moment, they stared at each other. This close, she could see his silver irises were rimmed with a darker gray, a container for the translucent shimmer of his eyes.
Then his mouth took hers again. This time, one kiss followed another in an unbroken line that left her breathless: deep, drugging kisses. His body pinned her to the wall, his chest hard against her breasts, his erection hot against her belly even through the layers of clothing separating them.
Ula forgot that she was a little afraid of him. She forgot that she didn’t quite trust him. She just wanted more.
A bit about Rebecca Rivard:
As a teenager, I read way too many romances, little realizing I was actually preparing for a career. After a detour through various genres, I’ve returned to my first love. Seducing the Sun Fae: A Fada Novel, Book 1 was a 2016 EPIC Awards Finalist for Best Fantasy/Paranormal Romance and Ensnared: A Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance was a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick.
When I’m not in my writing cave dreaming up stories about dark shifters, sexy fae and ruthless vampires, I can be found taking photos (which I frequently post on Instagram), walking or biking with my husband, or wrestling the weeds in my yard. The weeds are winning.
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And I’m so excited to have stories in two upcoming anthologies! “Lir’s Lady” is part of Once Upon a Midnight Solstice, a box set with 7 sexy paranormal romances that will be out on Dec. 13—just in time for the holidays. “Valentine Kisses” will be in Once Upon a Valentine along with stories from 11 other bestselling paranormal and contemporary authors (out Feb. 14).
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