Re-Release: Instinct by J.A. Belfield

Mucho congrats to my friend, J.A. Belfield, on the re-release of her prequel novella, INSTINCT!!  For a limited time (Friday January 23rd to Sunday, February 1st), you can grab a copy of this incredibly romantic story for FREE!



Werewolf Sean Holloway treats the village marketplace like a sexual buffet, though his charm does little to win over his latest entrée of choice. Whether because of Jem Stonehouse’s unique scent, her headstrong nonchalance, or the fact he is forbidden to see her by his pack’s rules, Sean wants her.

When Jem is nothing but flippant toward his advances, he pursues her with vigour, stealing moments alone with her without a libido-driven agenda.

The new and heady experience for him drives their relationship beyond romantic interest, and straight toward love.

That is, until Jem learns the truth about Sean’s heritage. Knowledge of the existence of werewolves leads to only one outcome: death.

In this prequel to Darkness & Light*, we are taken back in time, to the very beginning of Jem and Sean’s love-across-the-centuries relationship.

Did it end there? Or did Sean defy his own pack to save the woman he loves?

*Can be read as a standalone.

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Excerpt from INSTINCT:

The marketplace had to be the best venue to pick up females. At the age of twenty, I would have been happy to visit every day, but James would not permit me. As Alpha, his commands were followed without question, so my visits were limited to once a week. I had to admit, it worked out better that way.

From fruit to art, to lace, to the blacksmith’s stall, I walked. Paintings of marketplaces often depicted them as cheery, colourful, and bustling with activity. The latter conception may have been correct; although, they leaned more toward grey and dreary than bright, and the air often filled with yells of anger and bitterness, as opposed to joyful greetings.

At least there were the scents: hams and boars’ heads, fruits, wines, the steam of cooking soups, and, my most favourite of all, the freshness of ripe women. Lorna Rushford, Helena Longbarrow, Matilda Thornberry named only a few, each of those alone bringing with her a memory.

The females noticed me as much as I did them, even though my past catches never approached, never asked why I had not called to visit, or if I would tend them again. Of course, my refusal to conform to the current trends in attire ensured I stood out from the other males who bothered to arrive. Whereas the women’s glances would be appraising, perhaps even hopeful, the men’s glares offered nothing but scorn for my dark trousers tucked into knee-high leather boots, and for the shirts I never bothered to secure with their woven laces. Men had been hung for far less than inconsiderate fashion sense, yet I did not care. I was not like them and never pretended to be.

A whisper drifted across, as I meandered through the crowd: “’Tis Mr Holloway, Eleanor.”

With a tilt of my head, I spotted the speaker leaning into her sister, who fluttered her lashes in a clear attempt to catch my attention.

Eleanor had turned out to be a worthy virgin. The scent of her blood had driven me wild as I had plunged into her.

I smiled to myself as I turned away.

Farther along, pausing to sample the crisp apples, I caught Mrs Lawson’s scent. The older ladies may not have been as pure, but they could not be denied their eagerness to please. For that reason alone, they made for an entertaining afternoon.

My nose lifted to track her, and I found the woman beyond a table stacked high with fresh loaves, hidden behind her fan, which she waved with vigour. I recalled that her petticoat had held many layers, and the removal of them turned out to be almost as much fun as the act itself. I wondered how she had explained the damage to her pompous husband.

At a new aroma begging for notice, my step faltered as my nostrils flared.

Strong, yet understated, alluring and seductive, the unsullied flavour carried the exceptional deliciousness of womanly musk. Possessed by a need to find the source, I tilted my head and allowed my nose to lead.

It should have been difficult, impossible even, to locate such subtlety amongst the overpowering wafts of food and body odours, yet the strong pull beckoned to me, drawing me on.

Whispers continued, as I passed one stall after another, but they no longer held my interest. My mind seemed only able to focus on the unfamiliar scent. Although it intensified with each step, I half wished for a stronger breeze to invade the clear morning, to bring me a more wholesome dose and appease my sudden and unbidden greed.

My eyes shifted, as I moved, searching. I skimmed over those who held no appeal, the ones whose flavour had already been tasted, until, at the end of the row ahead, I spotted two young women.

From the angle of their positions, I doubted they could see me. The purchasing of herbs distracted the darker haired of the two. Animated, she possessed a flamboyance which showed in her movements, and in her pleasant tones, as she bartered with the stall owner.

I imagined she would get her own way with the price.

To her side stood a fairer female, with a quiet calm that showed in the relaxed set of her shoulders. Taking a step closer, I studied her.

Appearing younger, almost lacking in confidence, she was also somewhat taller and certainly far more beautiful. I did not recognise her, yet could not mistake her scent. I had been tracking it for the past five minutes.

Leaning across the jewellery on the stall beside me, I caught the proprietor’s attention. “Who is the girl?” I asked, pointing toward the one who held me so rapt.

“Regular of mine.” He nodded and smiled. “The Stonehouse sisters often purchase my quartz and amethyst.”

As he spoke their name in a conspicuous overtone, the females turned.

Blue eyes, as dark as sapphires, appraised me from beneath wisps of blonde, and a smile widened the girl’s lips, as my own mouth curved at the corners.

Beside her, the darker girl leaned into the fair tresses of her sister. “Sean Holloway is a ladies’ man and not to be trusted,” she hissed, her words carrying to me with ease, before she walked off. When her sister remained, gaze locked with mine, the seemingly older girl called out, “Come along, Jem. Mother is waiting.”

My eyebrow twitched upward. Jem?

With her attention tugged back toward her departing sibling, she dipped her head and followed behind.

Still, the essence her body had left in its wake lured me, and, unable to do otherwise, I trailed after her.






Interview With Jem Stonehouse - Eternal Blog Tour

It's Friday the 13th!  There's nothing unlucky about today - I get to be one of the tour stops for J.A. Belfield's newest release, Eternal.  Even better, I have Jem Stonehouse, the leading lady of the Hollway pack, in-house to answer some curious questions about those delicious Holloway boys.  Before we begin our little inquisition, let's check out the cover for Eternal and blurb:

An unmarried woman living in a house of men breeds hearsay and lore. If only the villagers knew the truth.

It’s not Jem Stonehouse’s marital status that brings unwanted strangers to town. Rather, it’s that she is the only female werewolf in existence — a prize to any pack.

Sean Holloway, the love of Jem’s life, has gone to great lengths to protect her. As a new attack becomes imminent, Sean realizes he must take greater measures with Jem’s safety or risk losing her forever.

His first task must be to marry her, but a force greater than the largest werewolf stands in his way.

Her mother.

 Beautiful cover!  I loved Darkness & Light and Instinct.  Can't wait to dig into this one!


Jem, I have to tell you that I fell in love with your story in Instinct.  The innocent romance between you and Sean was such a joy to read.  Tell me, what thoughts went through your head when you first caught sight of handsome ‘Mr. Holloway’?

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I spotted ‘Mr Holloway’ long before he seemed to spot me. And whilst I dared allow myself to wonder over the rumours? Due to his reputation, I was somewhat relieved about when I continued to pass beneath his radar. Though that all seemed to go out the window the very first time he made eye contact. Boy, that man’s smile is enough to set even the strongest of pulses into a flurry.

I'll bet...*sets chin on palm, stares off and sighs*

*breaks from stare, notices Jem's 'let's move along' expression* 

Sorry.  Instinct - I found myself frustrated at your mother for her interference.  But as I look at the situation through the eyes of a mother, I can’t say that I wouldn’t do the same.  Can you blame your mother for wanting to protect you and your sister?  Do you think she ultimately expected you to accept Sean for what he is?

I’d never blame my mother for her protective ways. After all, with the death of father, myself and Jessica were all she had left. So it was in her nature, I guess, to try to hold dear to us. I mean, even after she conceded I may have made the right choice in Sean, she still somehow managed to get her way in the old protection department.

There is this dreamy nature about Sean in each of the books:  mischievous and chivalrous at the same time.  Is the man always this way?  Does he ever have a moody moment?

Yes, Sean is dreamy—but then I guess I can say that seeing as he starred in my dreams a lot. He’s also very mischievous, a side of him readers don’t get to see nearly enough of in the books. As well as chivalrous—he’s definitely that. But does he ever have a moody moment ….*Snort* he’s male—what do you think?

Hahaha!  Right on...What's it like being the only female in a house full of rowdy wolves?

The good: they all adore and smother me and would go to the ends of the earth to protect me.

The bad: they all adore and smother me and would go to the ends of the earth to protect me.

What? What do you mean that’s a non-answer?

*sigh* Okay, the over-protection part is as good as it is bad. As is the adoration—because it means I get away with pretty much most of my antics with little repercussion from anyone in the pack, whilst it also means not one of them wants anything to happen to me which brings us full circle to the over-protection part. I get poked a good bit about the eye candy, but to be honest? I don’t actually see that far past Sean other than to be highly mortified by any naked parts belonging to his family.

What?!  *bites lip while suddenly hit by visuals of Ethan...naked*

*shifts in seat*  OK, between the past and the present, what is your favorite time period and why?

Oh, goodness. I think maybe the present. Because females of the world, in general, have a lot more say and rights. That hasn’t quite carried over into the pack with full effect yet, but I’m certainly working on it.

Do you harbor any resentment toward Sean for what he did?

Which time? The first time? The second—the third? The first time, I did for a while. Until I came to understand how desperate he must have felt to panic that way, for him to break every rule he’d been raised to obey because he believed it the only way possible for us to be together. If you look at it that way, it actually sounds romantic. I do wish he’d have spoken to me about it first though. As for the final time he bit me? There is no resentment for that. How can I blame him for an accident that had been prompted into occurrence by events out of our control?

No doubt, Sean would hurt himself before ever thinking of hurting you, this much I've gathered from your stories.  What’s it like being the wolf with Sean? 

Imagine being completely in tune with your surroundings, in a body that instinctively knows what to do, with senses that collect signs, scents, sounds like dropped breadcrumbs that guide you and rarely steer you wrong, in a mass of muscle built to protect its owner. Now tell me: how do you think it feels? that available over-the-counter yet?  Wonder where those breadcrumbs lead. *winks*  Hehehe

Can you give us a brief teaser of what we can expect in Eternal?

Um … apart from the ones already dropped throughout? Think love, think male screw ups in the way only a male can achieve, think hurt and forgiveness, family ties and loyalty, and danger blended with risk, as well as territorial contests (of more than one variety) and the ultimate ending that’s enough to leave a girl sighing … and you pretty much have Eternal all wrapped up in a bow.

Oooh!  I like sighing...lots of sighing.  And while we're on the topic of sighing, it's time for the most important question of the interview:  what is it like living with Ethan Holloway?  *biting lip again*

Seriously? You probably don’t want to know.

No, I really do.  *scoots to the edge of the seat*

He’s like the big brother I never had—which pretty much marks him as the biggest pain in my behind I never had.

He’s loveable, though. I’d be lying if I didn’t toss that in.

Loveable.  *imagines lots of loving*  Ever, like *shrugs shoulders* I dunno, walk in on him say, in the shower?  *grins*

What? No!


Not if I can help it, thank you very much. His ego’s already big enough without him thinking I have nothing better to do with my time than spy on his nudity. What kind of questions are these?

Wait, there are more important things than spying on his nudity?  *clears throat* Uh, moving on…

Thank goodness. Though, I should probably add that you guys will have to wait until December to see more of his highliness.

*scream rattles in brain*  Shut.  Up.  More of Ethan???  Ho ho...sign me up. 

You have a keen sense of smell, right?  What uh…*dodges eye contact* does Ethan smell like, exactly?  *cough*

Hahahaha. Well, I can tell you exactly what Sean smells like: woody, wolfy and natural all mixed up with his own blend of masculine musk. Now imagine those scents with the masculine musk slightly altered and the pretty much have Ethan—there are actually a lot of similarities between the way the two of them smell.

I will not ask her to send me one of Ethan's shirts.  I will not ask her to send me one of Ethan's shirts.  I will not ask her to send me one of Ethan's shirts.  So *clears throat* that sounds...delightful.

BONUS QUESTION:  Throughout the centuries, what was your most romantic moment with Sean?

Um … I think the first time we wed. Possibly because the wedding was followed by the binding, and seeing the unwavering resolution in Sean’s eyes as the ritual was performed, with not one hint of doubt present, pretty much imploded my heart with the realization of how deep his love actually went.

*sighs*  That's one I too would hold on to eternally.  So glad you could stop by Jem!

Want to know how to get your hands on a copy of Eternal?  Of course you do!


Amazon UK

Barnes & Noble

Need to catch up on the Holloway Pack series? 

Stop by J.A. Belfield's website to check out Darkness & Light, Instinct and Into the Unknown!


Interview with the Holloway Brothers

Today I have the pleasure of sitting down with author J.A. Belfield, and she’s brought along the sexy Holloway brothers from her novel Darkness & Light. *gives Sean and Ethan a once-over*  So excited to have y’all here.  Was that said too breathy?  It was.  Chillax, Keri...  

Howdy boys!

Ethan, I do believe I’ve met you before.  Hehe  When you took over a certain someone’s blog a while back.  Ring a bell??  The English accent is still hot as hell, by the way.  *winks* 

Ethan: *stares hard* So which intelligent question did you ask then? Actually, don’t answer that.

*grins* So let’s get down to business, shall we?

Ethan, your brother’s woman, Jem, has recently returned to the pack.  It’s been a while, how does it feel to have a shot of estrogen in the Holloway household?

Ethan: Weird … to begin. She’s not bad, though. For a female. She’s fun to wind up—which keeps me entertained. *smiles*

Any chance you might be looking for a lady wolf of your own?  *toys with necklace and bites lip*

Ethan: You mean an unwed or unattached one? Not really.

Right!  Right.  *cough*  An unwed one…as in definitely not me.  *shifts in chair* Okay moving on…

What is your idea of a perfect date?  *rests chin on palm with a dreamy stare*

Ethan: Date? You asking about venue and activities or personality? ‘Cause I’m only willing to answer the latter. *shrugs* Someone unafraid to be themselves, I guess.

Oh me!  *clears throat*

Sean, we know you’re spoken for.  What is it that you find sexy in your little lady?  Make us swoon, honey.

Sean: *glances at Ethan before taking a deep breath*Jem smells amazing. She has a scent that can cut through a crowd even during rush hour foot traffic. And she has this way of gazing at me when we kiss. I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it. But, damn, it is enough to make a guy har—melt … make a guy melt. *cough*

Ethan: Yet again, too much information.

Hahaha!  Melt.  Right.  *shakes head*  I don’t know how Jem manages to keep her paws to herself.  You’re smokin’ hot! 

Sean: *another glance at Ethan, eyebrow arched*

And speaking of Jem, she seems to be quite the popular catch…particularly among other packs.  It must be incredibly frustrating trying to keep her safe.  How do you do it without tying her…up?  *shivers*

Sean: The only way to keep Jem safe from other packs is to take them out. End of story.

As for tying her up? Tell me: Do you really think she’d stand for that? Would you like to deal with her after the fact? Try it … and then let me know how that turns out for you.

Ethan: You can let me know before hand, though. Some things’d be worth watching. *smiles*

True that.  She’s seems quite the little pistol! 

*Both brothers snort and exchange a glance*

And your love spans centuries, as detailed in the upcoming release, Instinct.  How do you keep things fresh and fun in your relationship?

Sean: Wouldn’t you like to know. *chuckles* Okay, more seriously. When you lead the kind of lifestyle we do, there is no time—no reason—to claim boredom. We have our jobs, we have our family, we have extended kin in the rest of the pack, we have the forest a stone’s throw away … and I have Jem on top of all that. See? Every day is a fresh day, and every damn second is fun.

Ethan: And if all else fails, there’s Movie Premiere and Snickers.

I want some dirt, boys.  Any secrets you wanna spill on J.A. Belfield? 

Ethan: She’s a pain in the arse. Bloody female drives me crazy.

Sean: She’s not that bad. You’re just fed up with being in the sidelines.

Ethan: Actually, I’m fed up with being disturbed at stupid hours to listen to her mumbling out conversations that haven’t even happened yet. Not all of us sleep like the dead, Sean.

I’m with Julie on this one, guys.  When inspiration strikes, ya gotta go with it. 

Ok onto the next question…How does a female…er, one, not necessarily me per se, become a member of the pack?  Just curious.  *dodges eye contact*

Ethan: They don’t. That’s all there is to say on the matter.

Sean: Even Mum wasn’t a pack member when she was still around. Jem’s special circumstances.

Ethan: And an accident.

Sean: Definitely an accident.

Ethan: Even if it was an inevitable outcome.


Julie, how do you keep these boys in line?  I’ve heard whips are quite effective.       

Julie: Hehehehehehehe. Whips and threats of bad stuff happening to them. They usually forgive me for all the c*** I put them through, though, so long as I promise a happy outcome at the end.

Yes, I found my boys are very forgiving as well.  Promise a little happiness in their otherwise tormented lives and they suddenly succumb to our demands…well.  You know what I mean.  *cough*

What’s your drink of choice?

Julie: If you want my favourite I’d say cappuccino but when I’m writing throughout the day, I allow myself three cups of coffee (preferable before lunchtime) and then switch to clearer drinks for the rest of the day in the wonky hope of flushing out the intake of caffeine.

Ethan:  Glenmorangie

Oooh!  Whiskey!  You are a tough guy, aren’t you? 

Ethan: Actually, I’m just a male with good taste.

Sean:  If you say so. I’d much rather treat myself to a decent mug of coffee

Julie you are much more disciplined…I’ll sneak a Starbucks late in the day from time to time. 


Boxers, briefs or commando?

Julie: Briefs.

Sean: Boxers.

Ethan: Mind your own damn business.


Oh I could ask you a million more questions…just to stare at your perfect, chiseled faces, but I know you’ve got places to go and people *winks at Sean* to see.  Thank you Sean, Ethan and Julie for a super fun interview.  I look forward to seeing you again.  *tries not to stare at Ethan’s tight backside as he rises from the chair*

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