RELEASE DAY LAUNCH: REVIEW AND EXCERPT: The Deep End by Kristen Ashley

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✮✮✮A delicious world of erotica, BDSM with alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love story…Welcome to The Bee’s Honey! The first book in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley’s Honey Series, THE DEEP END is a seductive and rich love story now available! ✮✮

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About THE DEEP END 

Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are committed to fulfilling a woman’s every desire…

Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him hungers for the lifestyle offered by this exclusive club. Here, no boundary will be left untested…and one’s deepest fantasies will become an exquisite reality.

When Amélie invites Olivier to surrender, she gives the alpha submissive what he craves. Soon they both find themselves falling harder than they ever anticipated—but as their connection deepens, the truth about Olivier’s past could destroy everything…

Gripping and seductive, The Deep End is the first book in a sensational new series from bestselling author Kristen Ashley.

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Review

The world that Kristen Ashley creates in The Deep End is drastically different from the ones she’s constructed in her previous series, and while it took a bit for me to understand this new setting and its dynamics, I soon found myself mesmerized by all that The Honey offered to its members and the differing personalities that exist in this world of domination and submission.

I haven’t read many books where the female in a heterosexual BDSM relationship is the dominant and her submissive is an alpha-sub – one who commands his life outside of the club in all ways that matter and one who takes instruction, punishment, and domination in the club. Amelie is a graceful, highly cultured, highly sought Dominatrix who’s an affectionate Domme while playing but also wields absolute power in whatever room she and her sub find themselves in. It’s clear that Amelie is respected for her craft, but what’s also striking about her is the way she treats those around her…the care she gives…the truths she’s willing to speak because she doesn’t know any other way but complete honesty.

Oliver is quite the complex alpha-sub. At face value, those two words seem to battle one another due to their differing defining characteristics, but in witnessing Olly, both in and out of the club, it’s clear that that’s exactly who he is and what he needs to feel whole, and while I admit, I can’t begin to understand it, Kristen Ashley illustrates both sides of Olly’s nature to stay true to his alpha-sub demeanor.

In the club, while at play, Amelie and Olly are seen as a D/s, but beyond those roles, their lives are drastically different and so they both question what they could be outside of the Honey, and while Olly’s doubts mess with his mind, at times, by claiming one another, they are connected on all levels, proving that regardless of other’s opposing views and differing lifestyles, their feelings for each other are not in question; in fact, they illustrate just how much they’re willing to do to be together in all possible ways.

Working to keep an open-mind as a reader of Ashley’s new Honey series is essential in order to adjust to the risks Ashley takes in The Deep End. For years, Ashley has created a stellar fan base based on her alpha heroes and her sassy, feisty heroines who find themselves in complicated situations, and while those ideas still hold true in her new BDSM series, the differences are striking, but if readers focus on Amelie and Oliver’s story, without bringing in preconceived notions and expectations, they will truly enjoy all that is Mistress Amelie and her submissive beast.

An unbiased review was given in exchange for a complimentary copy of the text.

4.5 Poison Apples

Excerpt

As he slowly closed the door behind him and moved his eyes to look through the room, taking it in, she watched them get wide.

They dropped to her and his amusement was clear. Not only radiating from his gaze but twitching his lips.

Another unusual—and unacceptable—reaction.

He thought this was funny.

She hoped like fuck she had the opportunity to prove him wrong.

She crossed her arms on her chest and slightly put out a foot, like she was about to start tapping her toe. In the wrap dress she wore, she knew this opened the overlap, not exposing anything, but the promise for him was impossible to resist.

His attention dropped to her legs.

“In the playrooms,” she began with a snap, and his gaze cut to hers, “I want eye contact. Unless otherwise instructed, you should not only feel free to look me directly in the eyes, if I’m in your line of sight or I’m not giving you something that your body’s natural reaction would make it difficult to meet my gaze, I require it.”

She stood there staring as he did nothing but dip his chin in acknowledgment.

Cheeky.

Exceptionally cheeky.

Fabulous.

“Unless I’ve asked for their silence or for them to ask for leave to speak, I also require my toys to respond when they’re spoken to. Even if it’s only a ‘yes, Mistress,’ or ‘no, Mistress.’”

His stance relaxed, like he was settling in at the beginning of a show he found vaguely intriguing, and his deep rumble of a voice bounced like boulders through the room. “Yes, Mistress.”

Christ, even his voice declared his challenge.

“Excellent,” she allowed. “Your name?”

“Olivier,” he answered.

French.

Also unusual, at least in this country. And interesting.

She liked it a great deal.

She studied him.

He let her, holding her eyes.

“I’m Mistress Amélie,” she eventually informed him.

“I know. You got a lotta fans out there…Mistress.”

The hesitation over him saying “Mistress” gave less of the impression he was testing her and more of the strange impression the word was unpracticed when, with any experienced sub, it would slip right off their tongue.

She made no comment to that.

“There are things we should go over,” she remarked.

“Right,” he stated, his big body adjusting again, now like he was settling in further, intent on giving her the same attention he would a flight attendant who gave the safety address.

That being no more than a courtesy.

She fought the shiver his actions created but allowed the irritation.

“Your safe word is kitten,” she stated.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“You’re open to any kind of play,” she went on.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“It’s important and now’s the time to share should there be anything you wish me to shy away from, Olivier. Especially as this is the first time I’ve played with you.”

Something in his eyes flashed. Blue eyes that were the color of nothing and everything. Not sky. Not sea. Not midnight. A pure blue that only existed in the unchartable depths of a rainbow.

She felt that flash snake up between her thighs, taking residence in her womb.

He wanted this conversation done so she would play with him. He wanted the preliminaries over so they’d get to the good stuff.

He wanted her.

She stared into those blue eyes and for a moment felt mesmerized.

For God’s sake, Leigh, she berated herself in an effort to pull it together. Rainbow?

“Olivier,” she prompted.

“I’m open to anything,” he confirmed.

Kristin Ashley - headshotAbout Kristen Ashley

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorise and she hadn’t taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen’s Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.

Nothing’s changed.

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she’s blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).

Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.

And as she keeps growing, it keeps getting better.

 

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