Review: Desire The Night by Amanda Ashley

A Vampire In Chains Held captive in a basement prison, wrapped in silver chains, the vampire Gideon is too weak to fight the monster who enslaves him. For years, she's tapped his precious blood like a fountain of youth--sustaining him with human females she captures for his pleasure. But with the latest victim she brings him, he senses something intriguingly different. Something dangerous, yet oh so tempting.

     Kay Alissano is no ordinary woman. Every full moon, she must answer the call of the wild--unleashing the wolf within. As daughter of the Shadow Pack's Alpha, Kay is extremely powerful--and when she's offered up to Gideon, she doesn't surrender easily. In wolf form, she might be able to unchain Gideon's heart and set them both free--if only he can resist the urge to consume her, body and soul, before the next full moon. . .

My Review:

Desire The Night by Amanda Ashley has everything going for it: an amazing title, an awesome cover, and even though it’s YA, it’s a paranormal read! What more could you ask for? Hmm. . . well a lot more.

As I mentioned above, Desire The Night is a YA read – though I didn’t know that when I started reading LOL But, when I got to the first sex scenes I took a step back, thinking the author really rushed over things. AND when I got to a sexxy scene I had been waiting the whole book for, and it was done in a 1950’s fade-to-black thing, I started going off! A rant of WTF am I reading?! made me look this book up and I realized it was a YA read.

Still, I was already so far into the book, I decided to keep on reading and find out what happens at the end But I’m getting ahead of myself.

Kay is an ordinary young woman living out on her own, away from her controlling father and family. But she’s not so ordinary; she’s a werewolf. One night, she goes to club with a friend and a stranger approaches her. After a drink with him, Kay wakes up in a cellar with a man chained to a wall.

She discovers she is to be “food” to the chained man – a vampire named Gideon – who is held captive by a witch named Verah who uses his blood as a youth serum. Verah has no idea Kay is a werewolf, so when they are left alone, Kay and Gideon escape from Verah’s clutches.

In spending time on the run, Kay and Gideon begin to fall in love and they search for a safe haven away from Verah. Kay suggests going to her family, hoping her father will understand their predicament.

That decision is the beginning of the end for her as her father and their misogynistic wolf clan won’t relent on imposing his will on his daughter. Kay’s father wants Kay to forget all about Gideon and marry a fellow werewolf, Victor.

But Victor isn’t who Kay’s father thinks he is. Victor wants to be Alpha and will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if it means killing Kay’s father.

Kay has her hands full with the problems in her clan and with Verah always hot on her and Gideon’s heels. Will Kay be able to handle everything life is throwing at her and find her Happily Ever After with Gideon?

Desire The Night could really use a revamp in editing as there are a lot of information dumps and the action dulls in between places. Plus, I’m not really a fan of vampires and werewolves together – I’ve read too many paranormal reads  which state how the vamps can’t stand the scent of werewolves and vice versa LOL

But still, Desire The Night does have some interesting aspects. Just don’t be like me and expect an AMAZING read based on the BEAUTIFUL cover *le sigh*

I guess I really shouldn’t judge a book by it’s cover. Hmm . . . nah! Even though I’ll be disappointed with a book, at least I got a pretty cover to console me.  

 

His voice was little more than a groan when he said, “Kiya, I can’t wait any longer.”

She didn’t have to ask what he meant. She remembered all too clearly the first night she had spent here with him. He had asked if she would like to try out his bed, and she had replied, rather primly, that she wanted to be romanced first. Hence the dinner dates, the nights at the opera, the tour of the city, the bouquets of flowers.

She let out a long shuddering sigh with the realization that it was time to pay the piper.

Not that she was complaining. Gideon was far and away the sexiest man she had ever met and there was no sense in pretending she didn’t want him just as much as he wanted her. And since she had to go home in the spring and accept the betrothal of a man not of her choosing, it seemed only right that she be allowed to pick her first lover. Of course, she knew her father would not be pleased. And Victor would undoubtedly be outraged to discover that his bride was not a virgin, but she really didn’t care whether he liked it or not.

And then, as a new thought occurred, she smiled inwardly. Perhaps, when Victor discovered she was no longer untouched, he wouldn’t want her.

Problem solved!

Smiling, she drew Gideon’s head down and kissed him. It was like touching a match to gunpowder. The resultant explosion rocked her to her core, setting every nerve ending and cell on fire as his tongue slid over hers in a silent duel. His mouth was hot, his arms strong around her as he kissed her back. There was nothing reserved in his kisses, no uncertainty in his touch as his hand boldly stroked her from shoulder to thigh.

She fell back on the sofa, moaned softly as his body covered hers. Desire stirred deep within her, growing hotter with every kiss and caress. She delved under his shirt, eager to explore the hard muscles in his back and shoulders. His skin was smooth and cool beneath her hands.

Impatient with the layers of clothing between them, she quickly divested him of his shirt and dropped it on the floor. Her sweater and bra quickly followed and then they were wrapped in each other’s arms, her breasts crushed against his chest, their mouths fused together. She moved restlessly beneath him, her breath coming in ragged gasps between kisses as he caressed her ever more intimately.

She made a soft sound of protest when Gideon sat up, carrying her with him. She looked at him askance. Surely he didn’t mean to stop? Not now.

Muttering, “No way,” he carried her into the bedroom.

Standing her on her feet, he stripped away her leggings and panties, then tossed her, gently, onto the bed. Quickly removing the rest of his clothing, he stretched out beside her and gathered her into his arms.

“Now, let’s see,” he drawled, “where were we?”

“Don’t you remember?” she asked with mock disappointment.

“Here, perhaps,” he said, dusting kisses along the length of her collarbone. “Or was I here?” His tongue laved her breast. “Or here.” His fingertips made lazy circles on her belly.

“How about here?” she said, and pulling him down on top of her, she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.

“Ah, yes,” he said with a wicked grin. “I remember now.”

The pleasure of his touch, the heat of his kisses, the welcome weight of his body pressing her onto the mattress made a heady combination.

Whispering, “Now, Gideon,” she held him closer, her hips lifting to receive him. She cried out as his body melded with hers, cried again, in protest, when he withdrew.

He stared down at her. “What the hell!”

She looked up at him, her whole body throbbing with need. “What’s wrong?”

“What’s wrong?” Swinging his legs over the edge of the bed, he stood glaring down at her. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me you were a virgin?”

Rating: 2 Kisses