Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1) by Elena Kincaid

Alpha Blood (Pack Warriors #1)

By: Elena Kincaid

Release Date: September 3, 2015



Gemma, a she-wolf, alone and in unbearable pain, cries vengeance against the evil man who caused her suffering. Jordan, alpha of the White-Moon pack, the largest in the country, has a war to prepare for. Kane, his brother and beta, struggles to be worthy of the role thrust upon him.

When young girls start to disappear and rumors of a dangerous serum surface, the two men are brought face to face with their destiny. A fiery passion blooms between Gemma and her men, one that heals her body and soul, but a dangerous war still lies ahead. Will they be successful at stopping an evil tyrant before another girl goes missing or will Gemma pay the ultimate price? With her life!

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Gemma still ached all over, but the pain was now dull and tolerable. She knew her reprieve would be short. More pain waited for her throughout the night. Something was different, however. Warmth surrounded her on both sides as she rested on what felt like a soft bed. A pillow cushioned her head.

She opened her eyes and bolted upright when a warm, calloused hand brushed her cheek.

“Easy, you’re safe,” said a deeply rich and sexy voice. “Lie back down.”

She looked around the spacious bedroom and even through the muted light could see the room was tastefully decorated with dark wood furniture matching the dark wood bedposts. A creamy white chaise sat in the corner with a cozy-looking rich brown throw blanket dangling off the side of it. She imagined herself lounging on it with a good book and a glass of wine sitting atop the small side table next to the chaise. Gemma did in fact feel safe, safer than she had felt in a very long time. She complied with the gentle command to lie down, pulling up the chartreuse-colored sheet that had pooled around her belly when she had sat up and she sensed a blush creep onto her cheeks while doing so. The memory of what had happened earlier in the forest with the two gorgeous men beside her came flooding back to her as well. They had given her a ray of hope when she had none left.

At first she was on her guard, wary of anyone who dared approach her lest they were part of Pollux-Moon or in allegiance with them. Then she became angry that two complete strangers thought it their right to order her around, to touch her without her consent. She’d been in too much pain to realize that they only wanted to help her. So in agony and unfocused as she was, at first she hadn’t even realized that they were her mates.

Mates. I have mates. She closed her eyes briefly and savored the delicious scents that surrounded her. Her pain had been reflected in their eyes earlier when she had locked gazes with them after she realized who they were to her. One of them had hair the color of midnight and eyes of gold. His hard gaze had softened when she stopped struggling and let him examine her. She found him looking at her when she opened her eyes again.

“What’s your name?” he asked. He had a slightly deeper baritone than the one who commanded her to lie down.

“I’m Gemma. But my friends call me Gem.”

“You have a beautiful name, Gemma, Gem.” His smile was breathtaking. He looked so open and friendly, a complete contrast to how he had looked earlier when he was being bossy and commanding. “I’m Jordan. Alpha of the White-Moon pack. This is my brother and beta, Kane.”

She looked over at Kane—hair nearly as dark as his brother’s, but eyes a mossy green—and managed a small smile. Both men were large and muscular and exuded a power hard to miss. They had identical tattoos on their left pectoral—a wolf’s paw print with a wolf face inside it. The eyes of each wolf, however, matched its owner’s. A full white moon stood out behind the paw and the White-Moon pack insignia, in elegant script, rested underneath. They both sported various other tattoos, but that particular one was breathtaking.

“You had us worried there, little wolf,” Kane said. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I just clawed my way out of hell for a temporary breather.” She hadn’t meant to say that out loud.

Kane looked suddenly angry. “Who did this to you?”




About the Author:


Elena Kincaid was born in Ukraine and raised in New York where she currently lives with her daughter. She graduated college with a BFA in creative writing and started a graphic design business a few years later. She developed a passion for reading and writing at an early age and loves to write what she loves to read and that is romance with a paranormal twist. Her desk is constantly cluttered with journals, sticky notes, and torn out pieces of paper full of ideas. When not working, Elena loves to spend time with her family, travel the globe, curl up with a good book, and catch up on her soaps.


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#Drawlloween : My Recharge

I’ve had some major stress lately so when I saw an artist friend post a graphic about drawing something Halloween themed daily, I decided I needed to get some practice. Since I invested in a desktop touchscreen computer for my writing and art, it was time to start mastering Adobe Photoshop more than I have. Having a Wacom tablet also helps. My go to program has always been JASC Paint Shop Pro but I can’t find the disc. The perils of moving. Both programs have their advantages. Now I already knew how long it takes to create art, which is why I advocate for artists and them getting paid–along with getting pretty pissy when their work is stolen. It goes without saying (or should)–please don’t use someone’s art without their permission.

So let’s show you some of the art I’ve created.

Ghost 2015Oh boy. This was the first one. Not only was I rushed as I was a day behind, it was the first thing I tried to do solely in Photoshop. I love the liquefy tool so the clothes were made with that tool. This is the color palette I was going for. The only problem? The arm! It’s supposed to by the right one and I clearly drew a left. D’oh! These are practice sketches, thank goodness, because this one is awful!


wpid-fb_img_1443989483201.jpgOn this day, I had all the time in the world to create. When I first started putting warts on the goblin, they looked awful. The great thing about digital art is you can erase and it’s a lot easier than traditional means. He’s one the favorites I’ve created thus far. I’m seriously considering putting this bad boy on a t-shirt for kicks. At this stage, the smudge tool is my friend.



wpid-fb_img_1443989469356.jpgMeet my vampire. When I draw them, I prefer gray tones for the skin. However, I thought I’d spice her up with red lipstick and blonde hair. I used stock photos for a reference to draw her. I just don’t draw from my head for human forms. They always turn out goofy looking. Again, the smudge tool comes through for me. That’s how the hair effect was created.



Werewolf-2015This one is werewolves. I thought I’d go more like a cartoon style on this. My son named the band pictured. I called it quits before I could get the drummer and bassist in so we’ll say they missed the album cover shoot howling at the moon. While this is a distraction to the chaos that is my life, I have other projects I need to work on as well.



Pumpkin-2015A pumpkin, plain and simple. I thought about going realist with this one but I’ve always liked the impressionists. So that was the style I was going for. As you can see, I’m getting better with Photoshop. This beauty took me at least an hour to create. It’s a tie for my favorite, really.



Tune in next week for more highlights. :)

Jack and the Jean Stock by H.K. Carlton

Let’s hear it for the boys! And Naughty Fairy Tales!

Thank you so much for having me on your site today and allowing me to share my latest release, Jack and the Jean Stock, with you and your readers.

You’ve seen them right? The erotic retellings of some of our favorite childhood stories, all naughtied up for adult consumption. Cinderella snags her Prince, Belle tames her Beast, Little Red Riding Hood humps the wolf, Alice and the Mad Hatter get down and dirty, while that rascally White Rabbit watches, and Puss and Boots, well that’s just too damn easy.

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What’s missing? The boys!

I’m not really sure why, but when I decided I was going to have a go at penning a naughty fairy tale, I kept circling back to Jack and the Beanstalk. But Jack wasn’t materializing as a young boy, as in the original. No, his image kept presenting as a well-built, strapping Jack. Of course, you can’t have a Jack without a giant. And, oh hot damn, Jack’s giant is even hotter.

If you’re familiar with the fairy tale of Jack and the Beanstalk; I tried to stay true to many of the stories’ memorable features—though I don’t want to give too much of my version of the story away—I even managed to keep the famed Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum, but probably not in the way you’d expect. I also gave the tale a modern update along with my own little twist, that gives Jack and his giant, a whole new connotation.

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Strapped for cash and drowning in his ailing mother’s medical debt, the one bright spark in Jack Castor’s life is working his dream job for a specialty clothing manufacturer that caters to large men. Although his personal life is all but nonexistent, career-wise, he thrives under the tutelage of his friend and father-like mentor, Cronus Gigandet, a gigantic man with a heart to match. But when Cronus dies suddenly, the company’s future is thrown into uncertainty.

Titan Gigandet, Cronus’ wayward son, a giant of a man in his own right, is furious when he learns his father has included his upstart protégé, Jack, in his will, leaving him equal shares in the family-run factory. Reluctantly, Titan rescinds his own self-imposed exile and returns to a company in turmoil.

The gloves come off, and the major players fight for control. With the shareholder’s agreement about to run out, decisions concerning the business need to be made, and quick. But Jack and Titan clash at every turn. The pair is so at odds, the quarrels rapidly become physical, but fists soon give way to angry, forbidden kisses. Though the blazing new attraction does nothing to quell the antagonism or distrust between them.

While battling to save the company, Jack’s mother takes a turn for the worse. Just when it seems like all hope is lost, Titan unearths a stunning find.

Could this new discovery be Jack’s ‘golden goose’ or just the beginning of the end to everything Jack holds dear?

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The big man lay there, still as death.

“Oh bloody hell!” Jack rushed to his side. Kneeling, he took his pulse. It beat reassuringly.

He was afraid to turn him over just in case he injured him more. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to get him to the house by himself.

Jack pulled out his cell phone and was about to dial 911 when Titan groaned and rolled over onto his back. To Jack’s surprise, he smiled up at him and chuckled. In his half-drunken state, his eyes were half-mast and dreamy. And once again, it hit Jack square in the gut how handsome the man was, even if he was the world’s largest prick.

“Well, come on, Englishman, help me.” He reached up.

After a moment of hesitation, Jack took his giant hand, and after planting his feet, he braced to heave the massive man back up onto his enormous feet.

But as Titan began to sit up, the easy-going expression on his face changed and too late Jack realized he was going down.

Titan might have his size going for him, but Jack knew how to fight. It was one of the good things that had come out of his on-again off-again relationship with Sergeant Tabart. Grappling with Deputy Dimples was one of his favorite workouts.

But with the element of surprise, Titan clipped him on the jaw before he could even get his bearings, rattling his thoughts.

Titan tried to straddle his prone body, taking the dominant position, but his intoxication worked in Jack’s favor.

“You fucking bastard!” Titan roared, about to drop another fist, but Jack took evasive action and craned his neck to the side while twisting his body beneath the behemoth on top of him. Slightly off balance, Titan swayed, his knee leaving solid ground by Jack’s hip. Jack seized the opportunity and bucked the bigger man, not off— he would be so lucky, but it was enough to change the trajectory of his fist. His clenched hand landed with a thud in the grass near Jack’s chin.

“You sneaky fuck, I hate you!”

That pissed him off. Jack punched the inside of Titan’s bent elbow, knocking the joint out. The big man fell forward and Jack tried to dislodge him.

They rolled and somehow Jack ended up on top. “You’ve no right to hate me,” he yelled. “I’ve done nothing to you. ‘Til now!” Looking for a little payback, Jack punched his nice strong chin.


The next thing Jack knew, they were rolling around the front yard like a couple of twelve-year-olds fighting over all the marbles.

“You took my fucking life!” Titan landed another stinging blow, this time catching Jack’s cheekbone.

“You’re insane!” Keeping up the tit for tat, Jack nailed Titan’s chiseled cheek.

“That should have been my job. My inheritance. My dad!”

“He was your dad, you freaking moron. That’s something I could never take away from you. He loved you.” Jack got the upper hand and looked down at him. “He was proud of you. Don’t ask me why. You were a lousy son. You’re the one that fucked up by staying away! You can’t blame anyone but yourself for that.” Jack punched him again. “Not even me!”

Titan growled like a rabid animal; his strength surged. Another tumble and Jack was on the bottom again. He braced himself for the onslaught to come. Luckily the ginormous man was half tired out from wrestling. Jack struggled, trying to capture his wrists and control him and the situation before he did him some real harm.

It only seemed to piss him off all the more. His nostrils flared. He gritted his straight white teeth. He continued to snarl obscenities and blame Jack for everything wrong with his life. He lowered his center of gravity as they continued to grapple. Practically face to face now, Jack cringed, afraid Titan might resort to using those sharp looking chompers since he was unable to inflict pain any other way.

He howled and dropped his cheek to Jack’s. Mortified, Jack squirmed, turning his head from side to side in an attempt to get away from the angry man. Their noses hit. Whiskers chaffed.

Out of nowhere, Titan inhaled abruptly, then his full lips grazed Jack’s. By accident of course but it was enough to peak Jack’s interest. What would he do to him if he realized Jack was aroused?

Titan continued to twist his head back and forth, as if using his forehead to hold Jack down. But with every pass he managed to swipe across Jack’s mouth.

One minute they were brawling and the next Titan captured his lips in the angriest adversarial but amazingly stirring kiss he’d ever experienced.

Author Bio:


H K Carlton is a multi-published Canadian author of romance and its varied sub-genres, including contemporary, paranormal, historical, family saga and erotica.

I enjoy writing in many different genres. I write where the muse takes me and make no apologies for it. By now, it’s quite safe to say I will never pick just one genre and stick to it. There are just too many possibilities and stories left to tell. Today time-travel, tomorrow sweet historical romance—the next release might be, down and dirty erotica or ménage. I hope you’ll join me for the ride.

Variety is creativity’s playground—It’s where you’ll find me.

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