Prince of Fire – the Terrifying Reality

This week I took a break from writing Raff & Isla’s book, the story about the Prince of Fire, to go remote beach camping with my family in a national park situated along Victoria’s rugged East Gippsland coastline, and boy did all those fiery images swirling through my brain solidify into a sizzling dose of harsh reality.

Wildfires. The bonfire-incinerator smell. Choking smoke. Darkness at midday. Embers falling like snow. Red skies glowing.

The apocalypse is real and FIRE. IS. TERRIFYING.

Hundreds of thousands of hectares burned as intense bush fires swept across Victoria, destroying homes and sending thousands of people fleeing into evacuation centers and, in some cases, even into the water to shelter while their towns were ravaged. Right now, many communities are still isolated, and the military has been called in to evacuate the stranded and bring food and water to those in need.

My family was lucky. Unwittingly, a couple of days ago, we drove six hours with the car and trailer overloaded with camping equipment, surfboards, boogie boards, bikes, food, and all our water through eerie smoke, certain it would clear when we reached our destination. We set up camp only to be told by the amazing emergency services peeps that we needed to leave before the one highway out of the area got cut off, closed down.

We’d most likely be safe overnight, but the fires were heading to the coast. Get out while you can, they said.

The next morning, we packed up our ridiculous amount of stuff as fast as we could and made another long journey homeward through blazing heat and unsettling terrain, sweltering due to the car’s broken air-conditioning.

It wasn’t much fun. But we made it home safe.

So, yeah, we were lucky. But many weren’t. Homes were lost. People have died. Animals and birds, too. It’s devastating and, still, the fires are burning.

As incredible and terrifying images and footage emerges of a hellish landscape ablaze, my thoughts and wishes go out to all those across Victoria and also the rest of the country who have been, and still are, affected by the fires. Stay strong. Stay safe.

And now I’m back to writing the King of Always with a new understanding, and indeed fear, of Prince Rafael’s power.

Fire is a monstrous creature.

P.S. Happy New Year to all. May 2020 be an amazing year!

Fae Prince Release News

Whew! Launch week is a wrap for Prince of Never, and it was a heap of super-exciting fun. Ever even had himself one of those special orange Amazon Number 1 New release banners throughout the week. That was a pretty cool surprise!

If you happen to be one of the wonderful readers who’ve already ordered Gade & Holly’s book, the prequel Prince of Then, which was set for release on the 14th of February, I’m a little sad to let you know that I’ve just put through a cancellation for its pre-order. Boo hoo me, the bearer of bad news!

I know some of you were really looking forward to it, and I’m so sorry to make you wait a little longer, but family/work/life balance has gotten completely lopsided and out of control, and if I released it in Feb, it wouldn’t be as good a book as I know it can be. And, honestly, I want you to love it. So I’ve made a hard decision and nixed the pre-order.

And there’s another reason for the nixing that I want to share with you, too…

Raff & Isla’s story is coming through like a fast and furious freight train, rattling through my brain day and night and dragging me away from the prequel story. That’s bad, but also kinda great!

Because what’s a gal to do but listen to the muse when he comes calling with a cheeky mire fox riding on his shoulders but get to busily writing both the books in tandem, while hatching a plan to have them ready for you at pretty much the same time as soon as possible in 2020. Keep your ears open because I’ll be hollering the release dates at you soon.

And, finally, there’s a fourth book about a very wicked Unseelie prince, Temnen’s older brother, Riven, that’s taking shape right now as well. And, boy, is he a fine specimen of cruel, silvery, angsty fae. I can’t wait to share him with you!

Stay tuned for upcoming opportunities to read the books before anyone else does and, in the meantime, if you have a moment, check out this Pinterest board of lovely fae/elf eye-candy. Wowzer! I want one for Christmas.

Do you have any personal favorite fae boy pics? If so, send me a link and I’ll add them to the board.

Wishing you a super wonderful, joyful, and extra-safe holiday period.

May you enjoy lots of yummy food and happy fun and healthy rest! But don’t overdo the food part like I’ll be sure to do. Why does it have to taste so good?


P.S. Before I skedaddle, I just have to ask… are you excited about watching the Witcher on Netflix? Personally, I can’t wait. I’m crossing all my digits that it’ll be as gorgeous as it looks.

And it releases tomorrow here in OZ. So you know where I’m gonna be for the next few days instead of present shopping, yep, on the couch checking out Henry Cavil with long white hair. Yippeeee!!!

Fae Romance- the Paperback is Here – Prince of Never!

Covers by Julie

Read the ‘Look Inside’ at Amazon HERE. Press ‘Surprise Me’ again and again to flit around and check out the story.

You may pop smack bang into the middle of a battle between Ever and the Unseelie prince as they attempt to win ownership of the human, Lara.

Or perhaps you’ll be floating in the midst of the sparkling banquet feast, where Lara sings to entertain the scary visitors from the Court of Merits, while a sneering golden prince loses control over his powers and tries to pretend he’s not blown away by her.

What he does next in a dark stairwell makes his perplexing feelings very clear indeed . . .

EBook releasing 10th of December!

Cruel Prince Pre-order

For lovers of fae romance, Prince of Never is available now at the special pre-order price of 99c – yipeee! Grab your copy HERE! And read a dramatic excerpt below.

P.S. Subscribers’ free copies were emailed out November 5th.

A fae prince with a poisoned heart. A mortal girl with a magical voice. Neither one believes in fairy tales.

Here’s an excerpt from the prologue. . . more peeks coming soon.

Prologue – Prince of Never

With a sound like rolling thunder, the horse canters onto the ridge of Waylan’s Tor, his midnight coat shining in the soft dawn light.

The black steed’s rolling eyes are fearsome, but his nature is warm and calm. In contrast, the rider’s beauty shines bright and fair, but his heart is as dark as coal.

The barren hill has a perfect view of the Crystalline Oak—distant and removed—and exactly how the golden prince prefers it.

Brow furrowed, he scans the grassy earth beneath the tree’s metallic roots. Searching. Searching.

After long minutes, his broad shoulders drop, and he exhales a heavy sigh, white puffs of air swirling to join the mist.

An amber moon sinks low in the lightening sky and, once again, the girl is nowhere to be seen. Thank the Elements. His lids fall closed, the pound of his black heart slowing.

More times than he cares to remember he has held his breath, standing on this rocky outcrop, silver eyes seeking—always looking for someone who never arrives.

Forever waiting. Waiting. Waiting for her.

He tears his gaze away from the hated tree, twisting the garnet ring on his left hand that proves he is the kingdom’s heir, for no other fae can wear it. Then even though he has no desire to view the tree and what may lie below, he forces his gaze to return—to be certain she isn’t there.

She isn’t.

Relief flows warm through his fouled blood.

Drawing wild lengths of hair from sharp cheekbones, he sneers with those wicked, kissable lips as he ponders his people’s prophecy. Perhaps the legends of his court are no more than tales to entertain children, stories spun from fanciful lies about him and the one who has the power to end his pain. She who is foretold to come.

One day.
The girl he doesn’t want.
Every day.
The girl he already hates.

He recalls what happened to his older brother, Rain, the horror—and he knows the stories of the curse are true.

The cold bites through gaps in shiny armor, nibbling around snug leather, but it doesn’t matter; his veins are already filled with icy winter.

Why, then, does he shiver?

Maybe it’s the poison slithering its way toward his heart—the creeping magic that only she, his fated queen, can neutralize and save him from.

He leans forward in the saddle, fingers stroking warm horse flesh, and squints over the dusty plain below. Checking—to be absolutely certain.

All is well. Not a creature stirs. This morning, no girl lies dew-covered beneath the oak’s grasping branches. Brilliant. So he won’t be saved today. Instead he will ride far and ride hard. And be at peace… as much as a cruel heart can be.

But one day—one very unfortunate day—under that tree is where he shall find her, the queen who can make him king.

And when he does… under that tree is exactly where he’ll kill her.

For Everend Fionbharr will never be king.
Never. Ever. After.

Excerpt from Prince of Never – Juno Heart – copyright 2019.