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Author Spotlight and Giveaway! — J.A. Belfield Author of Resonance!

This week on the blog, I have a very special treat. Author, J.A. Belfield is stopping by on her RESONANCE Blog Tour!

She’ll be sharing Part 2 of her short story, HEREDITARY, as well a random ‘one liner’ to tease everyone a bit from her newly released novella, RESONANCE, 2.5 of The Holloway Pack Stories!

AND she’s doing a giveaway!

Follow the rest of the RESONANCE BLOG TOUR by clicking the button below:

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Up first, Part Two of HEREDITARY!

{You can read Part I over at Known to Read}

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Gabe’s flesh bubbled beneath my palm. Not like a blister bubbled, but like those irritating bubbles one gets whilst decorating and the wallpaper just won’t go flat.

“Mum?” His head lifted, jaw rigid, eyes screwed to narrow slits.

My mouth opened and closed. What the hell was I supposed to do?

More swellings appeared across his body, a couple even tugging at the skin of his face.

The scrape of his fingers induced my eye twitch as they clawed through the pile of the carpet.

“Shelley?” Mia’s first word held shrill panic.

Gabe pleaded with me, and his gasped, “Mum?” throbbed through my mind.

Mia urged me again, her high-pitched, “Shelley?” screeching through my ear-drums.

Still, I didn’t move, almost frozen—my mind along with my body.

I glanced between the slitted gaze of my son and the startled one of the frightened girl.

Both of them stared back, their desperation for me know what to do evident in the high shine of their eyes.

I needed to think, but it was so hard when my child seemed to be in some kind of danger—impossible to compose rational thought.

“The phone,” I managed.

Mia’s focus didn’t waver.

“Get me the phone,” I said. “Now, Mia!”

She left the room like a bolting animal. On her return she carried the phone.

Taking it from her, my thumb already aimed for the ‘9’. As I hit it for the second time, a strangled cry flew from Gabe’s lips.

His back bowed, his head snapped back—both movements almost too fast to follow.

Before my mind had time to register the change to his condition, he’d collapsed to the floor, arms splayed, his eyes squeezed tight as pants heaved from his chest.

Deep dread slacked every muscle in my body; the phone dropped from my fingers. “Gabe?”

No response. He still breathed, though—the proof whistled past his teeth.

“Gabe, come on, answer me.”

A long, low groan responded, seeming to echo for seconds within his chest.

Mia’s knee nudged mine as she sank to the carpet beside me. Her glossy gaze met mine for a moment, before we both reached out to tap Gabe’s shoulder, gently shake him, murmur his name—as though united in the plea for his wellbeing.

For seconds, I didn’t believe he’d wake up—until he rolled with exaggerated slowness to flop onto his back.

At last, his eyes opened—a little unfocused, but open nonetheless. “Mum?” His voice came out a whisper, a little boy seeking comfort.

“Right here, hon.”

His reprieve lasted no more than a couple of beats. With groans and retches, and clutches to his stomach, he flipped back to all fours and threw up with projectile violence.

“I’m calling an ambulance,” I said, searching for where the phone had landed.

Gabe shook his head, gave a barely whispered, “No.”

I located the phone, pushed the ‘9’ button.

His arm darted out, his sweat-soaked palm covering my hand. As he shook his head, his eyes beseeched, and for reasons I never did fathom, I did as he asked.

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Looking back, I wondered if he had his suspicions, even then—if he somehow knew it to be the prelude to so much more. If his instincts were already present.

Either way, he wouldn’t let me call for help—not then, nor for any of the following attacks through which he suffered.

I thought my son was dying a slow and torturous death and he wouldn’t allow me to do anything. I’d never been so helpless.

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The next occurrence came almost two weeks later, then a week after that, and again after another week—each one seeming to intensify.

His flesh ‘reacted’ more boldly, his pain appeared to be on the increase, and the vomiting lasted longer with harsher effects. In between those, the escalating muscle spasms and cramps refused relief no matter how copious his fluid intake.

The fifth one arrived a mere five days after the fourth—witnessed by my dad.

After Gabe had writhed around on the floor, his body twisting in ways that shouldn’t be possible, and he’d been helped to the sofa to recover from the regurgitation of his dinner, Dad had taken me to one side in the kitchen.

“Close the door, Shelley,” he said.

I nudged it to, pushing harder until I heard the click of connection when he urged me to do so.

“What’s going on?” he asked once I’d turned to him.

“I don’t know.” It was the truth. “It’s been going on for weeks now. Each time is worse.”

“And has he seen someone for it?”

“He won’t let me call anyone. Says he doesn’t need to be seen, just keeps telling me he’ll be all right.”

“He’s a kid.” He pointed at me. “You’re the adult. For goodness sake, take responsibility.”

At five-foot-eight, my dad still managed to be an imposing presence, and I peered up at him like I used to as a reprimanded child.

When I didn’t respond, he spun for the table. “I’m making the call, then.” He took the phone from its cradle. “I’ll book him in to see someone, and I’ll take him myself.”

“Leave it, Granddad,” Gabe called out.

Dad’s head tilted as he frowned. “How the hell can he hear us?”

“He does that a lot.” I shrugged, frowning. “Hears things, smells things.”

Dad returned the phone, glanced to the door. “That’s not normal, Shel. You know that, don’t you?”

The door swung wide and Gabe’s bulk filled the opening. “I’m fine.” His voice bore no room for discussion—even Dad stilled as he stared up at his grandson.

My son no longer resembled a sixteen year boy. Bigger than most blokes, with a tenor deeper than that of most, his eyes carried more wisdom than any man I’d ever dated.

“Please,” Gabe said. “Leave it be.”

We could hardly drag him to the surgery—Gabe could have lifted the pair of us with one hand. With a nod and a mumbled ‘Sure’, we complied.

Again.

To be continued … {the 3rd & final part of Hereditary will be available on Monday 8th over at Diary of a Book Addict}

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AND now, RESONANCE

#2.5 of The Holloway Pack Stories:

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Release Date: April 2nd 2013

Title: Resonance

Series: Holloway Pack 2.5

Publisher: J. Taylor Publishing

Blurb:

Guilt is a heavy burden for the one carrying it.

Jem Stonehouse is no exception to this rule.

What if she’d acted sooner? What if she’d fully recognised the threat? What if she hadn’t allowed the male pack members to head into the witches’ ambush?

For one, youngest pack member Josh Larsen wouldn’t be trapped in the sleep of the dead.

Now, Jem is convinced it’s her job to bring him back to life no matter what it takes— learning more about her heritage, risking pack exposure, or travelling to places she couldn’t have imagined possible.

Even if the journey endangers her soul.

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Excerpt:

Whiteness reflected back at me from the ceiling above—a blank canvas of nothingness. For two weeks, I’d spent a few hours each day in the lilac bedroom. For two weeks, I’d prayed for a

miracle. For some kind of enlightenment. Or at the very least, for Jess to find a way to wake up Josh.

Some days, the emptiness dulled my senses to a warble of incoherency. Thankfully, on those days, Sean came to my rescue, reminding me life still existed beyond the four, pale purple walls. Somehow managing to convince me that everything would work out.

If Sean believed Josh would awaken, what right did I have to dispute him?

If the rest of the pack believed, who was I to douse their flames of hope?

Yet, no matter how many hours, how many days, how many weeks I spent at Josh’s side in a show of optimism, the ache in my heart belied any positivity I feigned.

Rolling onto my side caused the mattress to dip, but even that jostle didn’t stir Josh. I flicked at an errant, dark blond curl, poked at his cheek. Still, he didn’t move, didn’t flinch, didn’t acknowledge my prodding.

Again.

Poor kid had probably been poked more in the past fortnight than he had his entire life.

As my heavy sigh eased out, footsteps ascended the stairs outside the room. I knew from sound alone who they belonged to, didn’t even need to inhale to confirm. That didn’t stop me, though, and my lids lowered as my mate’s bouquet found home within my olfactory.

Seconds later, Sean’s body filled the doorway and cast a shadow across the carpet. “Hey.”

“Hey,” I whispered without looking up.

“Anything?”

I tapped my fingertip along Josh’s jawline, willing him to react yet knowing he wouldn’t.

Josh hadn’t moved the entire two weeks he’d been under. Heck, we’d barely moved him. No toileting. No sweating. He didn’t seem to feel, hear, taste, see or smell.

All thanks to being in a death sleep, Jess had said.

I slaughtered the witches responsible for putting Josh under—for bewitching him in the worst possible way. At the time, their deaths had seemed fitting. That had been before I realised Josh’s predicament.

With a small head shake, I rubbed my hand along Josh’s arm as if the friction would help a body lacking in heat. “I’ve been thinking.”

“Thought I heard the turning of rusty cogs.”

My gaze skittered to the left and landed on Sean’s lopsided smile. Dark hair stood on end above dark eyes staring back at me. All male, all muscle, all mine, Sean Holloway got me like no other.

“You going to make me pry it out of you, Jem?”

Rolling my eyes at the suggestiveness of his tone, I brushed a kiss across Josh’s cheek and wriggled off the bed. At the door, I grabbed Sean’s hips and steered him backward across the landing and into our room.

His left eyebrow arched up. “You do want me to pry it out of you.”

I breathed out a laugh as I trotted over to the bed and sat crosslegged, tugging him along with me until he mirrored my pose. Nudging his hand up, I placed my palm flat against his, studying

the size difference as male dwarfed female in a way I rarely noticed. “I’ve been thinking about what you said.”

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AND ….. WE’RE NOT DONE!

Here’s J.A. Belfield to tell everyone about

The Big Resonance Giveaway!

April 2nd 2013 marked the official release of Resonance upon the world, and yes, Resonance is available to purchase at all of the usual outlets. However, because I love and appreciate my fans so much, I decided to go on a mission to give something back.

Thanks to my super-duper editor, I’ve been granted permission for the following.

My Mission

I vow to give away a FREE copy of Resonance to everyone who submits a valid entry between April 2nd and May 2nd (inclusive).

On top of that, one main-prize winner will receive a Holloway Pack swag-bundle (see image).

So, what do you have to do to enter?

Simples. Read on.

Resonance is, by no means, intended to be read as a standalone. If you haven’t read at least Blue Moon, then you will have absolutely no idea what is happening in Resonance. Also, if you haven’t read Blue Moon, then you will be hit upside the head with one massive spoiler for how the book ends if you read Resonance first.

Here’s the deal. You can enter in any (or all, if you wish) of the following ways:

1)
Post a picture of you with your precious copy or Blue Moon somewhere on the Internet.
It does not have to be a hard copy (paperback); it can be the cover image on the screen of your Kindle/e-reader/reading tablet. No, pdf’s do not count. If you have a pdf, then it’s most probably an illegal copy, and so will only upset me.
Once said picture is posted, link me up so I can see it. If you stick it on FB, then tag me, but remember, I have a space (for some bizarre reason) between my initials on there. So, make sure you use @J. A. Belfield in your tag. NB: There will be a space in the Rafflecopter form to paste in a link to your pic, also, just in case I miss any or the tagging doesn’t work. If you stick it on Twitter, then be sure to mention: @JABelfield so I can see your entry. And if you happen to stick it anywhere else, then be sure to forward a link to the post to j.a.belfield72 at gmail.com and include ‘The Big Resonance Giveaway’ in the subject line.

2)
Post a review for Blue Moon.
Obviously, I’d prefer amazing ones, but I get that my writing won’t jive for everyone, so any review over 100 words will be accepted, even if it doesn’t rave and include 4/5 stars. However, I will read each review carefully (because I always do), and ascertain that I believe the book has actually been read rather than a review being composed out of a rewrite of the blurb (yes, this does happen on occasion).
Where you post your review is up to you. On Goodreads. Amazon. B&N. On your blog. Completely up to you. But the Rafflecopter form will have separate entry options for each of these places, and each one will be included as an entry toward the main prize.

Make sense?

Excellent!

Off you go, go, goooo!

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Author Bio

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Best known for her Holloway Pack Stories, J.A. Belfield lives in Solihull, England, with her husband, two children, three cats and a dog. She writes paranormal romance, with a second love for urban fantasy.

Links:

Website | Blog | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads

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2 responses

  1. BIG thanks to you, ma’am, for posting this here today and taking part in the tour. ❤

    April 5, 2013 at 1:19 pm

    • Of course! Happy to help. 😉

      April 5, 2013 at 1:22 pm

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