#FREE read! Ethan Holloway...mmmmmm One delish man. #HollowayPack by @JABelfield

I've been a HUGE J.A. Belfield / the Holloway Pack fan since I first got my paws on Darkness & Light. The best part of this kickass series? Ethan Holloway. The alpha shifter is delish beyond words! Beyond, I say!!!

Anyhoo. This freebie short titled Enticed, is all about Ethan FINALLY getting...well, what I've been dreaming about. Only problem? It's not ME between the sheets with him. Sigh.

Anyhoo. As part of the tour, I wanted to share what / who Ethan is to me, in my mind's eye. If you can bear to continue scrolling after the 2nd pic, you'll find out what the Holloway Pack is all about...AND how to nab your copy of Enticed!
I've got two images in mind. Try not to lick your computer or phone screen so much it fries. Yeah, Ethan is THAT hot. 

Young Ethan.

Those pecs...damn, my tongue is itching.

Ethan now.

That's right, baby...take it ALL off. Please.

I beg of you.

Now you know why I can't get enough Ethan Holloway!Ok, ok...on to the goods...

Title: Enticed: A Holloway Pack Mini

Author: J.A. Belfield

Release Date: April 16th, 2015

ENTICED is a FREE short story that will enrapture both Holloway Pack fans and virgins alike.


Happy Birthday to Ethan.

Or is it?

Gifts aside, Ethan’s morning hasn’t been anything to write home about. Sure, life is good, the pack is staying out of trouble, he finally has a mate who boils his blood … in a good way.

Except Shelley hasn’t called. Hasn’t come by. Didn’t even bother to join her son and his girlfriend for Ethan’s annual I’m-a-year-older breakfast.

What Ethan doesn’t know is that Shelley has plans. Plans that have been in progress for weeks. Ones that Ethan will never see coming, and that she’s banked on him not knowing a thing about.

She can only hope her secrecy doesn’t force his inner wolf to the surface—at least, not too early.

*Can be read as a standalone.
Purchase Links: 
Enticed on Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble | Kobo | iTunes | Enticed in print Sinking down onto the edge of my bed, I worked a finger under the flap and took out a regular old birthday card with a chimp on the front and a simple ‘Happy Birthday’ printed across its top in bulky orange letters. Nothing romantic. No hearts. No confessed feelings. No nouns pronouncing who the recipient might be to the sender.

Though, what could she get one with, anyway? To my boyfriend? My face screwed up at that title. My mate? Somehow, I doubted they did those at Hallmark.

Even so, I found myself opening it, like some part of me hoped she had more to say with her own words than with those fabricated by some anonymous message maker.

Four envelopes marked 1, 2, 3, and 4 had been tucked inside.

Moving those out of the way revealed more of Shelley’s neat handwriting across the inner fold of the greeting card. A cryptic note of: ‘What? Did you think this was it?’

I frowned, my eyes scanning downward to another little note.

‘Pssst, in case you can’t figure it out, the envelopes are number-ordered for a reason. Open them. You know you want to.’

“What the hell’s got into you, Shel?” I muttered, though my lips twitched even as I set down the card and three of the envelopes, and ripped at the flap of number one.

No card sat inside it. No note. Just a tiny black rag of … I grabbed it between my two fingers and slid it out. Lace?

Lifting it to my nose, I sniffed. A faint whiff of Shelley lingered on its surface, but otherwise, it just had that new fabric smell I’d have expected from the stiffness of the strip.

Setting it aside, I lifted number two, tore through the stuck-down flap, and peered inside.

A couple of glossy photos peeked back, and I withdrew them. Stared at the first one. Tried to figure out what the hell the pinkish-but-not-pink, creamy looking whatever the shot seemed to be of. I shuffled out another from behind it—same thing. Kind of. Except the second one had a couple of ridges.

Only when looking at the third did I notice the faint porous-like indentations, the delicate downy-looking hairs, and realised it was a close-up of … “Skin? Lace … and skin?”

Despite my narrow-eyed frown, my lips curved. Shelley was definitely—definitely—up to something.

And experience warned it would be something really bad.

Or something painfully good.

Prize: 1 Signed Print Copy of ENTICED for your reading pleasure (and it will bring pleasure)

1 ENTICED 6×4 Coverart Print for your viewing pleasure (because Ethan is work viewing)

1 Thornton’s Viennese Truffle Bar to enjoy whilst you devour Ethan (as you will want to devour him)

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