Monday, November 12, 2012

Promo Spot: Wolf's Haven by Ambrielle Kirk

Genre: Multi-cultural Paranormal Romance
Pairing: AA/NA heroine and White/Italian hero

Tamara would risk her life to gain freedom. She's finally built up the courage to escape from a world of abuse by the hands of man who promised her the world. One night she makes a break for it, but her plans backfire. She begins to believe that she was never meant to be happy. When all hope of freedom fades, she stumbles across a wolf that brings her to safety. She learns to trust the wolf, but has yet to trust the man.

Devin, potential future leader of the Caedmon Pack, returns to the foothills of his Virginia home after five long years as a lone wolf. Rivals within the circle challenge him and threaten to strip him of his true birthright. Being bound to lead the pack was not something Devin had planned for his life, but letting his people fall prey to turmoil under the rule of his cousin Darius is out of the question. The night of Devin’s rise to Alpha leader is approaching. Despite opposition, he’s gained an impressive following. That is until he brings a human among the pack.

Tamara can’t deny the attraction she feels toward Devin. The Alpha leader-to-be simply cannot resist Tamara’s lure. When they are together, their tribulations take the backburner. Their desire for one another grows as they consummate their passion in wolf’s haven. Will Devin forfeit the most coveted position within the Caedmon Pack to bond with his chosen mate? Can Tamara trust Devin with her mind, heart, body, and soul or will the memories of her abuse dissuade her from being bound to the wolf?


“You will do no such thing,” he said quickly. “You are under my protection. You will find safety, but you will not find it alone.”

His declaration was firm, as if there were no room for discussion. He was no stranger to giving orders. It was the very thing she was running away from now. Devin had good intentions, but was this hint of dominance a glimpse into who he really was?

“I don’t want to be a burden or the reason you receive reprimand from your pack, neither do I want to feel like a prisoner in your home,” she said, then picked up her empty bowl and walked to the kitchen.

She risked her life for the chance to make her own decisions again. There was no way in hell she would let yet another man make them for her. The reality was that a world of difference existed between Devin and Brad. She saw the honesty in Devin’s eyes, and the virtue in his demeanor. There should have been no comparison to Brad, but she had to be careful. Things weren’t always what they seemed. She’d been burned once before…

A heated body brushed across her side. The bowl slipped from Tamara’s fingers and hit the bottom of the sink. From the way her core warmed when he drew nearer, there was no mistake that it was Devin.

She held her breath, but did not turn around.

His hands came around her to grab the bowl in the sink, and he pressed his chest against her back.

“Don’t fear me,” he whispered into her hair.

She shivered, but it wasn’t from fear or the cold.

Devin picked up the dish towel and began to wash the bowl, leaving her no choice but to look. When he was done, he placed the dish on the drying rack. He took her hand and led her to turn around.

Her gaze was level with his chest, until he tilted her chin gently with a finger.

“Look at me, Tamara. Are you afraid of me?”

“No,” she whispered.

“The tension in your body tells me otherwise.”

How could she have forgotten they were pressed so closely together? His spicy scent drifted under her nose, mesmerizing her. It was familiar to her, yet it wasn’t a scent she’d known anywhere else but with him.

She shook her head. “I don’t know you.”

He closed his eyes. “Why do you smell so good?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your smell? Are you wearing perfume?”

She swallowed. “No, I don’t have any. Did you forget? You brought me here with just the clothes on my back.”

He took a deep breath and moved closer, positioning his nose against one side of her neck. At the same moment he brushed his face against her neck, her body became pliant in his arms.

“There is a strong urge to protect you,” he said.