Today’s guest post comes from J. A. Belfield, author of many lovely books, including the Holloway Pack Stories, a series about werewolves. Her most recent installment is Instinct, which is the prequel novel that was released last year, but there’s more on the way this summer!
Keep reading to find out what J. A. does when she’s not attached to her computer and to learn more about this wonderful series.
When I’m not writing … hmmm … I’m … asleep?
Okay, I swore to myself I wouldn’t make this post boring as heck in a bid to convince folk I actually might be interesting, so I’ll try a little harder.
Though the truth is, I seriously don’t have that much time when I’m not writing, or thinking about writing, or editing, or critiquing for others ….
But when I do, it’s usually in some random and spontaneous decision to bake a cake. Or biscuits. Or cook.
I’m not the world’s best cook. Far from it. But I have certain meals I’ll cook to the death.
You know the types. You test ‘em out on the family and nobody complains that they’ve eaten this for the twentieth time since Christmas and it’s barely February—they even go as far as licking the plates clean in compliment. Then you just can’t seem to help yourself but feed them a replicated dish at least once a week, every week without fail, until the praise ceases to come and the complaints kick in again.
I’m also not the world’s greatest baker. Heck, most of my creations come out of a Betty Crocker box. But there’s no denying the sense of accomplishment, and the therapeuticness of icing the cake, or getting drunk on the scents that fill my house during cooking, which I get to revel in because the kitchen is my spot of choice when writing.
When I’m at home and not writing or baking, then I’m most likely reading. I’m a devourer of books (see just a few of the series awaiting me on my Kindle). I tell people it’s research when I tear through one PNR or UF after another. Really? That’s just to assuage my guilt over time spent in pure indulgence when I should be writing. ;o)
On occasion, I even get dragged out of the house. It depends how loudly ‘He who must be obeyed’ (otherwise known as Mr B) nags at me to go with them. In all honesty, on the family front, I’m pretty blessed. The kids understand I need to be left alone to write. My man gets that the writing is important to me and so very rarely asks me to step away from it. Both he and the Mini-Me’s have learnt to interpret the grunts I give when any of them speak to me. But they do, now and again, insist on some family time.
Sometimes, this will merely consist of a little ramble along the local canals. Mostly, however, it entails a trip to the Pembrokeshire coast in west Wales, where Mrs B senior lives.
There is no internet for me at the mother-in-laws. This is the one place the family is guaranteed my full undivided attention (when I’m not daydreaming about character conversations or forest battles involving teeth and fur or new storylines …).
I complain before we leave his mum’s house. Of course I do. But when I’m standing on the pinnacle of the country, many-overlooking-feet above the sea as it crashes against the rock face? Without fail, my swirling mind clears, my heart sings, and my breaths hasten at the sheer beauty of what confronts me.
So that’s me when I’m not writing. It’s not much. But it keeps me happy and quite possibly as sane as I have any chance of being.
Thank you for visiting the blog today, J. A.! I wish I could take walk in the Welsh countryside, too! =)
J. A.’s most recent release is Instinct, a Holloway Pack prequel novel:
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.
And there’s another Holloway Pack prequel due out in July!
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.
And in case you need to start from the beginning, here is the rest of the series:
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