Review Only Tour May 6 – June 15: Wolf’s Desire (Caedmon Wolves Series) by Ambrielle Kirk


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Wolf’s Desire (Caedmon Wolves Series) by Ambrielle Kirk

    • ISBN/ASIN: B00C4BERTSPages: 159 Pages 

Book Description

When Keira becomes a widow, she realizes that the life she once had wasn’t normal after all. After her husband is brutally murdered, she is more than just alone but vulnerable to threats and tangled in a web of greed. Her decisions lead her into a corner, and safety is jeopardized.

Aiden, Caedmon Council member, has never failed when it comes to fulfilling the terms of his employment contract. When he is hired to protect an heiress, he doesn’t plan on her being the only woman to bring both challenge and purpose in his life. Without hesitation, he vows to keep the grieving Keira safe—even from himself.

Keira trusts Aiden unconditionally and finds joy whenever they are together, but can love transcend a tragedy? Aiden’s urge to protect her is just as great as his desire to claim her. Once the passion is unleashed and fueled by the need to have all of her, the wolf will accept nothing less than his mate.



Author Info: Multi-published author Ambrielle Kirk writes erotic, paranormal romance, and urban fantasy. Ambrielle lives in Atlanta, GA where she works in the accounting and finance industry. She holds a Master’s Degree in Accounting. Since graduation she’s worked in the public and private accounting sectors. She is the wife of a loving husband, and the mother of a beautiful girl. She works and writes full-time.  A bestselling author in several sub-genres at ARe and Amazon, she has also earned a 2012 Swirl Award in the paranormal category. She’s a member of RWA, FF&P special interest chapter of RWA, and co-founder and treasurer of Cultural, Interracial, and Multicultural special interest chapter of RWA. Ambrielle Kirk is also an admin at the blog, IRMC Books.

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 May 6th
Crazy Four Books
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Evolved world
May 7 th
For The Love of Reading
May 8 th
My Cozie Corner
May 9 th
Turning the Pages
May 10th
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 Adria’s Romance Reviews


May 12 th
 Wolf Majick Reviews




The news struck her like a knife in the gut. If she remembered correctly, the media would be relentless in digging up details about her past. It seemed they made it a point to find the negative versus the positive. After remembering how they’d exaggerated the tragedy of her husband’s death, she was too afraid to even turn on the television. What had they said before in reaction to her marriage with Jamison? Gold-digger… married to sugar daddy…money hungry.

The memory stung. Maybe she should have listened and walked away long ago.

Keira grabbed the bottle of migraine pills packed in the gym bag with her clothes. Just as she was reached the vanity sink just outside the bathroom, Aiden walked inside. His hair was tousled and his arms had a fresh coat of sheen from working under the sun. How was it possible to look so good and exude so much sex appeal in such disarray?

Her backside hit the corner as he prowled closer, like a hungry lion ready to devour its supper. “The newspaper…they know,” she said.

He was so close. She reveled in the earthy scent of him, stronger now than before. “It’s being taken care of.”

“What do you mean, it’s being taken care of?”

“My scout, Max, has some connections within the FBI and will relay the truth about what happened. The men drove up, and opened fire in attempt to kill you, and they lost their lives. You will remain on the records as missing until I can get you someplace where I can ensure your complete safety.”

“My parents…”

“We’ve contacted them as well. They know you’re okay and will lay low for a bit until the news and everything else dies down.”

“Thank you.” A great weight lifted off her shoulders. She didn’t know if she would be able to deal with the police again. Their questioning had been relentless the last time.

Aiden’s warm palm caressed the side of her face and instant release washed over her, yet her head still pulsed with chaos overload. With his other hand, he pried her fingers off the pill bottle and took it.

“Why do you keep taking these?”

“My doctor prescribed them. I’ve tried other natural remedies but only the medicine seems to help.”

He tossed the bottle in the waste basket under the vanity. “Don’t take them anymore.”

“Are you insane?” she asked, looking at the basket then back at him. Her migraine raged on. She needed those pills! “That was the last pack. I left the other back at the house.”

Aiden grabbed her hips with both his hands, and pressed her back to the wall. His manhood was hard against her belly. She recalled the night before when she was in his arms on the floor of the van. The memory of his lips on her made her weak at the knees, and she leaned into him.

“Mate.” The words barely left his lips. “Best friend. Confidant. Healer.” He lifted her chin slightly with his fingertips. “Lover. Wife. Mother of my children.” He kissed her with slow finesse, parting her lips gently with one swipe of his tongue.

Keira kissed him back, molding her fingers to his chest. She followed his lead as it had clearly been a while since she had kissed a man. One thing was certain, she had never kissed a man like Aiden before.

“Tell me where it hurts,” he said.

“My forehead.”

He pressed warm lips to her forehead and kissed along her hairline. She slumped against the wall, holding tightly to his forearms. She became more relaxed as he alternated between lips and forehead.

“Where else, Keira?”

“My temples.” She turned her head, allowing him access to the sensitive area next to her ears. She bit into her bottom lip when his tongue left a cool trail across her pulsing temples.

He took an earlobe between his teeth, nipping and then sucking lightly. A growl emanated from his lips. It seemed to enter her body and shoot down into her spine.

“Feel better?”

“Yes.” She panted against his lips. Her migraine was gone, but something else lingered in its place.

He pushed down one of the straps of her dress, and it fell against the crook in her elbow. Dipping his head low, he kissed her collarbones and the tops of her breasts. “It hurts somewhere else, doesn’t it?”

Her nipples pebbled and ached. Her center throbbed and grew warm. She nodded because she was too embarrassed to tell him where she needed him the most.

He lifted her at the hips, spread her thighs, and pushed her up against the wall.

His hard length pressed up against her. She cried out, his name on the tip of her tongue. Only the fabric of his jeans and her panties separated them.

His gaze locked with hers at the same time his fingers teased the lace edge of her panties. Her clit throbbed in anticipation. His digits dipped into her wet heat, causing her pussy to clench around it.

He groaned into her neck and moved in and out of her slowly at first, then increased the tempo. Her orgasm hung over the edge. She was so close, it shocked her. Her head lolled against the wall and she could do nothing to mask the moans escaping her lips.

Before long his fingers were slick with her arousal and he used them to expertly stroke her clit with precision. She came fast and hard, the force of it rushing through her like a tornado. He supported her until she’d completely come down from her high. Only then, did he let her feet land on the floor again.

“Housekeeping!” The sound of the maid at the door caused her to jump.

“Easy,” Aiden whispered, massaging her temple with his thumb. “Unless you would like a repeat…” He grinned slyly and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be waiting in the blue jeep when you’re ready to come out.” He left her at the vanity, grabbed a bottle of orange juice and one of the breakfast biscuits from the nightstand, and exited the hotel room.

Her legs were still weak from the effects of much needed release. Her clit still throbbed in eager excitement, but her migraine was gone.

She looked to the wastebasket under the sink where he’d thrown her pills, then at the open hotel door. Without further hesitation, she repacked her duffle bag and followed the man who called her his mate out the door.