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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!

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!