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


A Look Inside My New Adult Paranormal

I promised myself a decent bedtime in 2014- which means no more night-writing… maybe. It’s the best time for me to write- it’s quiet… no disturbances… the problem is that I go too far- I don’t even realize it until three in the morning is chiding me. Then I’m a zombie for the rest of the day. I could snag a part in The Walking Dead. I’m sure of it. So I’m off to bed- it’s almost ten here. I’ll get a good seven hours! Hopefully. But I’d like to leave you with a snippet into the story of the newest couple taking up my time- I am enjoying giving them life and creating a lot of fun for them to take part in.

I am writing a New Adult Paranormal Romance. I don’t have a title yet, but it’s on the tip of my tongue. It’s at 50,000 words so far, and it’s still VERY ROUGH! And so is the synopsis! More updates to come…

Quiet, well-mannered, sensitive, and HOT…

But Jacob is also an angel of death. And he’s got a problem — he’s fallen in love with his next victim…

…Her name is Dalia, and he’s flipping for her… Literally. There’s only one way to get closer to this irresistible human. He’s joined the college cheer team, where she’s the captain. But trying to balance his death duties, cheer practice, and wooing the team’s tough leader are nothing compared to what’s coming.

There are few things that Dalia has time for in her busy life, and cheerleading dominates over them all. Guys are definitely not on her calendar. Her first and only serious relationship was a flop. She was done. But then Jacob catches her… Literally. In a cheer stunt gone wrong, he appears seemingly out of nowhere and saves her from busting her head open, and then things change. But there’s no time for yet another typical college guy who will surely break her heart. Or is there? Jacob is uniquely beautiful and hard to resist, but tragedy will soon show Dalia what sets him apart.

She’s awakened a passion that was buried deep inside of him.

He’s not like any other guy she’s met.

Happily ever after? Not so fast.

He may have saved her soul, but payment will still be required.

“Have you ever heard the story of the Greek Goddess Persephone?” Jacob asked.

“Somewhat. She’s the reason we have the seasons, right?”

“Yes. I don’t mean to repeat anything you may already know, but for the sake of explanation…” He grew silent.

“Yes. Yes, please go on,” she encouraged him with a nod of her head.  She wanted to know everything about him. She wanted to understand.

“Hades, god of the Underworld, saw her dancing in a meadow one day. He fell in love with her and stole her, taking her to the Underworld as his bride. That’s when I first discovered her.”

Dalia looked down at her hands and began picking at her fingernails. She had no right to feel even a twinge of jealousy.

“Is it okay for me to continue?” He asked unsure, reaching out and taking one of her hands, as if he could feel her discomfort.

“Yes, please,” she peered up at him and gave a half smile.

“To say she was devastated would be a sick understatement. She was broken.” He sighed. “I had to help her. I promised her I would find a way to return her to her mother, Demeter. But as time wore on, she was becoming weak, refusing anything to eat or drink in defiance. As she grew faint, crying out from hunger pangs, I fed her. I put six tiny pomegranate seeds onto her tongue.”

He stared far off, squeezing Dalia’s hand.

“Jacob?” She pulled him closer to her. “Are you okay? What is it?”

“I’m the reason.” He whispered, never looking away from the memory, bewilderment on his face. “She ate the seeds… When I finally got her to her mother, she was cursed. And for the six seeds she ate, she was required to stay for six months out of a calendar year in the Underworld with Hades. And I had only wanted to help her.”

Dalia took his face in her hands and directed him to meet her gaze. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting to help someone. You have a good heart.”

“That’s just it, Dalia. I don’t have a heart. I’m a demon. That’s all I will ever be.”

“Not to me.” She spoke firmly. “You’re an angel. You’re my angel.”

I am an angel of death,” he answered, resolute. “It’s a punishment granted on my legion for what I did. I interfered. Banished from the Underworld, where else was a demon to go, but to be destroyed,” he ran a hand over his head. “That is until Persephone pleaded for my life and that of my legion, and we were banished to earth, put in the service of her mother Demeter, the presider over the cycle of life and death. At first, I wished Persephone would have let me be destroyed. Having death would have been much better than experiencing it day after day, taking life from some of the most unwilling of humans. I pondered day and night on how to destroy myself, considering what laws I could break to once again disqualify myself from their favor.

“Whose favor?”

“The Olympians. Those I offended. Zeus, Demeter… Hades.”

Dalia sat silently, pondering every word that he spoke.

This was real.

It had to be.