A Phoenix Map & Fae Kindle Unlimited Books

I’ve just received my very own copy of the King of Always hardcover edition and, oh wow, check out the stunning map, complete with phoenixes, by the amazing Isle Brookes Design!

In the pics below, all I need is a mustache to complete the Groucho Marx look. Anyone remember that comic genius? Perhaps I have a new calling to consider.

I adore hardbacks…the weight, the paper, the overall solidity. Mmmm.

And keep scrolling to find a new story to adore in the Fae Fantasy Promo for books in Kindle Unlimited!

“I have a bone-deep premonition this girl is going to cause me the worst kind of trouble – infinite and unfathomable. But on the positive side, at least I’m not bored anymore.”

Everend Fionbharr – the thirteenth Black Blood Prince of Talamh Cúig – Prince of Never by Juno Heart.

Fae Princes Think Mortals are Pests!

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Kissing a Fae Prince

Here’s a sneak-peek excerpt from King of Always from Raff’s perspective. It’s not every day a girl kisses her first fae prince, and in a tower cell too…

“You know I cannot lie.”

“Yeah, but I can. And if I want to, I have every right to call in the bargain we struck on Mount Cúig and make you kiss me.”


“And you would be a fool to waste your command on something I would give you freely a thousand times over.” I place her palm on my chest. “Feel the pound of my heart, the heat of my skin, then look around and count the nightmares in this cell. This, sweet Isla, is not how I pictured our first kiss.” I touch her cheek, marveling at the silky texture. “I imagined a lavish feast in my chambers. A roaring fire in the hearth. Fine wine. Soft furs. I want you to feel like a princess when I touch you, not a prisoner.”


“And I want warmth and comfort. And, just for a change, a zing through my blood that doesn’t come from fear or confusion. I want heat and fun. So I’m asking you to give me this now just because I want it. Let me have power over something. Take my mind off our reality, Raff. I don’t want to think about where we are anymore.”


Even if I were dying, I could not deny her. As her cherry lips move slowly closer, I frame her face with my palms, losing my last scrap of sanity in the inky depths of her eyes.

Chains chink between us—but they may as well be fashioned from feathers. A soft palm cups my shoulder. Her lashes drop. Her mouth opens—an intake of breath. I press my lips to hers and the poison sizzles in my blood, then stops, halting its progress toward my coal-black soul.

She presses closer, her hands going to my face. Our tortured breaths combine, panting in sync. Our mouths slide deliciously, pulses pounding, skin on fire. Minds combusting.

The cell disappears. I’m cleaved in half and dragged two ways—one part joins the endless galaxies that spin the fabric between worlds, the other melts slowly, and with every soft moan and ragged sigh, merges with Isla’s being.

This girl is mine. I am hers. Sealed with a kiss. My fiery queen.

*Excerpt from King of Always by Juno Heart – release date coming soon!

The Wild Hunt – Never Join a Faery Procession

The beautiful, creepy fae! Separate images from Creative Commons, collage by Juno Heart.

The supernatural Wild Hunt has long featured in stories and myths, songs and art, which is hardly surprising, it would be an incredibly awesome event to behold. Well, as long as you weren’t dragged down to the underworld or the fairy kingdom forever and ever just for wandering outside on the wrong night. Ack, not good!

Legend has it that seeing a Hunt foretold of something horrible on the way, a war, plague or famine, or even the death of the hapless person witnessing it.

So if you’re ever out wandering in the wee hours and you hear the Wild Hunt’s horn, don’t delay, don’t look, just cover your eyes and run fast and hide before you get swept up by the Goblin King. Better hope he doesn’t spy you admiring him!

In book 2 of the Black Blood Fae series, Prince Raff has just joined Lara and Ever’s three-day wedding march back to Merrin Creek, along with most of the Elemental Court, and he warns Isla that fae processions are very similar to a Wild Hunt. Let’s eavesdrop for moment:

“And how did you sleep last night?” I ask, admiring this morning’s look of rumpled ruin—twigs and leaves crushed in her once shining yellow hair.

“Not great. There were a lot of weird noises in the dark, odd singing, screams and cries. It felt a bit like a war camp, rather than a traveling wedding party.”

“Yes, fae processions are hardly very different to a Wild Hunt. They begin formal and beautiful but quickly devolve. All manner of unspeakable things happen under moon shadow. But do not worry. You and I should form an alliance. A truce, if you like. Then when you are under my protection, no creature, wild or tame, would dare harm you.” As soon as the words have left my mouth, I know they could not have been more poorly chosen.

Her eyes have narrowed, peachy cheeks darkening to scarlet. With barely contained fury.

I’ve offended her again. When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?


Excerpt from King of Always by… me, Juno Heart, in case you’ve forgotten. 🙂


And check out this spooky 1899 poem by W.B. Yeats about the Terrible Hunt.

“The Hosting of the Sidhe”

The host is riding from Knocknarea
And over the grave of Clooth-na-Bare;
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away:

Empty your heart of its mortal dream.

The winds awaken, the leaves whirl round,

Our cheeks are pale, our hair is unbound,
Our breasts are heaving our eyes are agleam,
Our arms are waving our lips are apart;
And if any gaze on our rushing band,
We come between him and the deed of his hand,
We come between him and the hope of his heart.

The host is rushing ‘twixt night and day,
And where is there hope or deed as fair?
Caoilte tossing his burning hair,
And Niamh calling Away, come away.


Hmmm… very creepy crawly!

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.
Forever.

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.
Never. Ever. After.

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