Soul Promise – Book II in the Soul Mate Series

Hello, All! I wanted to take a moment to introduce you to my beautiful friend and fellow author, Rachel Walter!

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See? I told you she was beautiful!

Rachel has written a new book, SOUL PROMISE, which is book two in her Soul Mate series. It’s only $1.99 on Amazon. I’m halfway through the book, and what I love more than anything is the raw emotion that she has invested in each of her characters. I’ve ugly cried and I’ve laughed out loud at 1 a.m. with a grumpy husband shooshing me. I love the slow burning love that often comes off as hate between hot Henry and sweet Skeeter. I love the world building and magic that takes me away with every page. Here’s the beautiful cover.

 

Soul promise Cover Hi, Henry. Howya doin’?

 

 

Here’s the book’s description:

“Broken is finding the light and the healing you crave,
and knowing you can never have it.”

After the attack on his sister and his newfound abilities forming, Henry Williams is struggling to keep it all together. His wolf does not allow him to sleep, and he is beginning to hear voices, torturing him mercilessly.

Henry feels as though there is a war brewing inside of him and he is unable to control it. As a protector, he must find a way to fight his inner demons before he is left vulnerable to the real ones.

But an unexpected love finds Henry and he tries hard to resist it. Will Henry be able to overcome his inner demons? Will he be able to protect his mate?

*** This is book number 2 in this series. Please note that it is suggested to read the series in sequential order. ***

*Warning* This novel is intended for mature YA readers. 15 + for language and mild violence.

 

Now go and get it!! 🙂

 

 

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He’s an angel of death tortured by his sympathy for humans…

“Is there anything that you want to tell me about yourself?” She implored him with her eyes.
The image of her burned into him. She was so beautiful. In those seconds, he wanted to act and speak with abandon, to come clean and bare his very soul to her. He wanted with everything in him to tell her how much he truly loved her, to beg her to just give him a try, to let him show her how her life could be if she let him love her. He hoped beyond hope that the words he couldn’t say would be reflected in his eyes. But then, as quickly as it fled, his reality set in – he was an angel of death and she, a mortal. – MINE by Julia Bade #Paranormal #NewAdult #Romance

http://www.pinterest.com/juliabade/inspiration-for-my-newadult-paranormal-mine-romanc/

It’s getting hot in here! (Paranormal Romance-MINE)

It's getting hot in here! (Paranormal Romance-MINE).

Contest Time!

Hello, my lovely readers!

I just wanted to give you a pssst! If you like contests, here’s a perfect one! I’m a Featured Contest Author over at Coffee Time Romance! I’m giving away a $20 Amazon Gift and an e-copy of my new book, The Feria!

Come on by!

http://www.coffeetimeromance.com/ContestPage.html

7-7-7 Game!

Yeah! Playing the 7-7-7 game, where you go to p. 7 or 77 of your current manuscript, count down 7 lines, then copy the next 7 to your status. Here are my 7 lines from
p. 77 of “The Baby Symphony,” and coincidentally, one of my favorite scenes! Yay!     “Emilia, I’ll buy Bibi another door, but don’t make me break this one down.”
     I believe him. “I’d rather not take it to that level.” I say, acknowledging that I hear him. On quavering legs I force my weight over to the door and grasp the lock with sweaty fingertips. I am almost hit by the door as Devin bursts in and scoops me up in his arms.
… His smell makes me delirious as I am so desperate for it.
“I love you,” he whispers, pressing his face into me.
“But I don’t deserve it. I’m so sorry, Devin.” I bite my lower lip.

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

 

     Much thanks to Kay Rogal for tagging me to be a part of this blog hop! How it works: An author answers a set of questions about their current work-in-progress and posts it on their blog along with the names and links to the blogs of 4-5 authors they’re tagging. Then, the following Wednesday, those authors post their answers to the questions along with the 4-5 authors they are tagging and so on.

Here is my latest work in progress: “The Baby Symphony” and a little about the prequel, “The Marriage Symphony”…

 

What is the working title of your next book?

“The Baby Symphony” and “The Marriage Symphony”

 

Where did the idea come from for the book?

I have many people who I deeply care about who have struggled with conceiving or carrying children. My heart would ache for them. I couldn’t even begin to imagine feeling their pain. All I could relate it to was the fact that I had my babies, but the idea of ever not having them could kill me. As a writer, I wondered how I could convey their stories. With these friends’ permission, I began to interview them and began writing a love story about a couple who fought for their marriage amid the devastation of losing their beloved children to miscarriages.  

 

What genres does your book fall under?

Contemporary Romance – Marriage-Pregnancy

 

Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?

Eeeks! When I write this book, I always have Ryan Gosling as the lawyer hottie husband and my all-time favorite romance gal, Rachel McAdams as Emilia. I just can’t seem to get past those two together in “The Notebook.” They were just amazing together and it would be a dream come true, beyond bucket list, to see these two together in my story…!!!  *Wipes away a tear*

 

What is a one sentence synopsis of your book?

With labored pasts, finally married Emilia and Devin are ready to start a family, but when their dream of having a baby fails them, can they hold strong after everything else they’ve been through?

 

Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?

Still unsure!!

 

How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
3 months

 

What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?

 

I love Nora Roberts and Nicholas Sparks so I’d love to say they inspire my writing.

 

Who or what inspired you to write this book?

 

My friends’ stories of struggle as well as all-healing love.

 

What else about your book might pique the reader’s interest?

 

Devin is a lawyer, Emilia a violinist in the symphony. Her love of music is integrated into the piece. Emilia befriends her pregnant teenage neighbor and takes her under her wing. Emilia has no one but Devin and he has no one but her, and they become a family with this girl and her widowed mother. It’s a beautiful story of friendships and family and learning to be happy even on a hard road of misfortune. Oh! And there’s a Christmas surprise! Oh! Did I mention there’s also a newly written prequel: “The Marriage Symphony?” Looking forward to 2013!

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Here are the fabulous authors I’ve tagged to tell you about their Next Big Thing!

 

Angela Scavone http://angelascavone.com/

Tmonique Stephens http://tmoniquestephens.com/

Aliza Mann http://alizamannauthor.blogspot.com/

 

 

 

Join Me Dec. 9 at The Romance Reviews!

     Hello, my lovely friends!

I love a good party! Do you? We’ll there’s one going on NOW! The Romance Reviews is having its “Year-End Splash Party through Dec. 15!

 On Dec. 9 when I’ll be the featured author! All of you can participate in a question and answer “scavenger hunt” based on my blog at https://juliabadewrites.wordpress.com/ . My publisher, Soul Mate Publishing, is offering some super fun prizes!! So put this on your “To-do” list: Sign up for a FREE membership at The Romance Reviews: http://www.theromancereviews.com/ then log in and play on Dec. 9! I’ll be waiting to see you! Remember, you must register and be logged in at TRR before you can play the game. Registration is free and easy.

 Hugs, Julia

 Here is who’s coming up next at TRR:

 Dec. 7: Real Virtue by Katy Lee

Dec 12: Forgotten Visions by Lia Davis

The Baby Symphony: The Moments that Change Us

     People have moments that impact their lives every single day. Whether it’s a feeling of happiness, of feeling blessed, of paying that last car payment, getting that A on your final, getting that “YES!” from a publisher or agent. But these moments aren’t always so beautiful. We’ve witnessed the passing of those we love, maybe we’ve held someone’s hand as their diagnosis was given to them, maybe we’ve helped a friend through divorce. These moments, the good and the bad, change us, they dwell in us. They’re inescapable, and they’re real.

 

     I’ve had plenty of these moments myself, of course, moments that have driven me into new direction in life, some wonderful, some deeply sad. With permission, I’d like to share with you today, a glimpse of a journey of a dear friend of mine. I won’t name her, but I have her blessing. We’ll all her “Angel,” because that’s what I feel she is. I had the sad experience of being with her one day on a moment of impact.

 

     My friend, Angel, has struggled with becoming pregnant. And once she’s pregnant, she struggles against her body, to keep that baby inside of her. Her body dispels the very thing it wants, it needs, the very thing her heart sings out for. This has happened each and every time. And while for most of the time, I see her after and hold her hand and support her through it, there was a time when I was with her when her baby left us.

 

     Being there for her moment of heartache will stay with me always. Though she’s not yet a mother with children she can physically present to the world, she is a mother. I have watched her grieve over her lost children. I watched her grieve that day as well. And sadly, she is not alone. There are so many beautiful women out there who have experienced this loss, this difficulty.

 

     My latest book, “The Baby Symphony,” is a look into the life of Emilia Hyatt, a woman begging to become a mother, but finds a tragedy each time. But slowly, ever so slowly, with her husband by her side, she finds healing, hope, and even a renewed love for him and the many other blessings her life.

 

     While Emilia is not real, her character carries my heart for every woman out there who faces this. Some I know, and many I don’t know, but because of my sweet friend, my heart knows you, and I honor you all with this book. You are beautiful. You are strong. You are loved. Thank you to all the kind women who have shared their stories with me. Emilia is a piece of each of you.

 

Excerpt:

 

“Some say that hope is a seed that can only flourish if watered with faith.”

 – Author Unknown

 

     The darkness of our bedroom swallows us. There is no sun today. Appropriately hidden away, withholding its brightness, its joy, we’re left to the merciless clouds that hide it away. The rain taps at our window as if asking permission to come in. Perhaps it wants to wash away our sorrow, but I don’t think so.

     Shoes left unworn litter the entrance to our closet and our blankets are disheveled from days of lingering in this bed. I’m no longer subdued by loss of blood and medication, and I’m fully aware of the tragic circumstance that brings Devin and me back to this place, to this darkness, where we shut out the world and grieve. My eyes sting from the endless tears and the inability to close. The red veins in the whites are swollen grooves, like ridges of mountains. I sigh. This is Gymnopedie. Specifically, Gymnopedie No. 1. The fluidity of the harp, the beautiful moan and whine of the strings in their upper register, the answering winds. It’s all I can think of playing in my head in harmony with the crackle of the rain on our patio pavement and putter tapping at our window. The weeping strings cry with me and for me when I can’t find a tear left. And then like the rain outside, the tears renew with no present end. I feel Devin’s foot rub against my calf. A sign of life. He reaches out to spoon me closer to him. When his hand finds my wrist, he stops abruptly. I feel him peel away from me and hear him shuffling in the nightstand drawer. In seconds, I feel a steady hand carefully inserting cool metal. With a flick, my hospital bracelet falls to the floor. He puts his blade back in his nightstand drawer and cradles me to him.

     I was carrying twins but only for a brief time. Once the first one left, the other, I’m sure, took it as a sign that my womb was no good.  Not for one baby, much less two. They must’ve been our kids. Smart like Devin. In and out of sleep, new nightmares visit me. I am cradling, nursing, dressing, bathing, loving two whole babies. The pleasure is painful. So painful, that even in sleep, I expect to wake and find a sword stuck firmly through my heart.

     After Devin and I escaped the prison of the darkened confines of grief in our bedroom, I decided to begin sleeping on the tan sectional in our den. Tonight marks the third night. I tell Devin it’s because it’s easier to get in and out of with the pain and all.  The time displayed as glowing green numbers on the cable box toy with me. I’m wide awake, and the numbers have hardly changed for the last hour that I’ve watched. I sit up for a moment, debating, fighting the pull of my sanctuary in our bedroom. Devin.

     My confounded husband, leaving me to grieve, wonders what he did wrong. He questions me with those blue eyes. They beg me for answers. Silent tears blame me, I’m sure. He did nothing wrong. He’s done nothing but right since the moment he saved my life. It feels like so long ago. I devour the memory, hoping a ray of happiness can block out the gloom that seems permanently permeating on me.

     It’s the fifth-day anniversary, down to the hour, that I lost our children. The white shutters, blue in the moonlight are open and I can see the stars. I feel like they are visiting me, my precious ones that have listened to my wishes for so long. I’d pluck them out of the sky, one at a time if I could. It would give me some happy activity here again in this witching hour that haunts me. I’d wish for a baby. Again. And not a dead one, either.  I don’t even need two, just one will do.

      I hear soft unsure footsteps. They stop at the mouth of the den. One of our dining chairs creaks. I debate playing possum, sleeping through his visit. But I can’t. Even with my eyes closed I can see his sorrowful face, just like on that poisonous night. Before I can stay myself, the rebellious word escapes.  “Devin.” I’m surprised by my own voice. It’s a stranger, disobedient. I think it’s my heart calling out to him, the one thing that is truly and rightfully his. He fought for it, after all, and he won, winning over the trust and love of a then wounded and hesitant young girl a decade ago.

     He is quickly standing over me, looming, lost. He eagerly accepts the hands I reach out to him, bringing him to sit by me. Our fingers intertwine, just like they used to. It was their dance. The silence is deafening, awkward, but there isn’t much to say.