Tuesday, March 7, 2017

The Deep End (Honey #1) by Kristen Ashley: Blog Tour Review & Excerpt


Enter a decadent sensual world where gorgeous alpha males are pleasure slaves committed to fulfilling a woman's every desire. At the elite Honey club, no boundary will be left untested, and one's darkest desires will become a sensual reality.

Olivier isn’t sure what he’s gotten himself into when he joins the Honey Club, only that a dark part of him craves the lifestyle offered by this secret, exclusive club.

When Amèlie invites Olivier to surrender, she pushes him to explore his deepest desires as a submissive. As they grow closer and find themselves falling harder than either of them anticipated, the truth about Olivier’s past could threaten the budding relationship they both long for.

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

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At that moment, for the first time in years, she was paying no attention to Stellan.

This was because Talia’s tall frame shifting out of the way offered an unhindered view of something else that had slipped in without her notice.

And gazing at him, Amélie went still.

As did her breath.

And her heartbeat.

Leaning a shoulder against the wall beyond the edge of the bar, six or seven feet from the door to the playrooms, he was surveying the scene as if he wasn’t part of it.

Or as if it was he who was on the prowl.

But although a Dominant could mingle freely in the open space, this would be done with some intent.

If they were on the hunt, they’d be at a booth.

Subs were not allowed to sit in a booth unless the invitation was extended. They populated the floor, on display, it was requisite.

In the mesh of bodies, a sub could be identified in a variety of ways. The cast of their gaze. Their bearing. Jewelry that declared their status.

And their position in the hunting ground.

No Dominant would linger there like he was, partially for that reason. Clear communication and transparent messages were key in their world. No Dom would give the impression of being a sub.

This was explained at length during membership orientation.

That magnificent beast was a sub.

An alpha-sub, assuredly.

It came from his sheer size, like a cloak stitched to his skin he had no hope of shrugging off (not that he’d wish to).

He had to be six five, perhaps taller. His dark suit and mono-chromatic shirt necessarily tailored for his physique for there were very few men on this earth that had it. His shoulders as wide as a log. His chest a veritable wall. The muscles Amélie had no doubt were hidden under his clothing apparent in the exposed line of his throat. It wasn’t that he had no neck. But that lethal shank of corded, sinewy muscle could not be established and maintained if the rest of him didn’t match precisely.

She knew he was alpha beyond that. His stance at the wall, casual and self-assured, it was openly cocky. He knew his allure. He knew his beauty. He knew even if he wasn’t exactly your type, every being would understand with base instinct his attraction.

He also knew how to use this. All of it. It was his art as sure as reading it on him was Amélie’s.

From what she could tell, his hair was dark blond, the thickness of it, how it was longer at the top, clipped short at neck and ears was so appealing, she was willing to make that single allowance for she preferred her toys to have dark hair.

She made that allowance, but if she had her way, and she often did, he’d grow it longer so there’d be more of it to fist her fingers into as a means to use to make him serve her will.

His facial features only heightened his appeal that already, with the rest of him, defied belief.

A strong brow over eyes she couldn’t see the color of from her distance. Hollowed cheeks under high cheekbones and over a firm, cut, clean-shaven jaw. And a large nose that was openly pugilistic, the dent at the top of the bridge not created by God but by a break that he didn’t deem important enough to have set properly.

Staring at him, utterly incapable of not doing it openly, she felt the insides of her thighs tingle. And her nipples were hard buds, the restriction of the lace of her bra suddenly excruciating.


Now that was whisky.

“Oh my, Leigh, are you seeing what I’m seeing?” Mirabelle asked. And before she could answer, her friend went on, “It’s like he was made for you.”

It was, indeed. 

About Kristen Ashley:

Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA. She 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!).

Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana but has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus she has been blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her posse is loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write.

Kristen was raised in a house with a large and multi-generational family. They lived on a very small farm in a small town in the heartland and existed amongst the strains of 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 up, it keeps getting better.

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Review by Yvette:

Note to self: when Kristen Ashley says that her new book is very racy, very sexy, and unlike anything she’s written before, she’s not exaggerating. At all. A few pages in to the author’s BDSM-themed erotic romance, The Deep End, my eyebrows were raised to my hairline, my cheeks were flushed, and I couldn’t help but feel the need to cover my Kindle to prevent anyone from getting a glimpse of what I was reading. It’s that steamy. There are scenes that will make you say “holy crap” and sentences that will make you stop and do a double take. But like with any Kristen Ashley novel, The Deep End will make you feel. Kristen Ashley’s words can make your heart skip a beat then turn around and send a sharp, wrenching pain to your gut so that, even when the storyline ventures into unfamiliar territory (like with The Deep End), you still get to experience all the comforting qualities of a typical Kristen Ashley novel.

With Kristen Ashley’s Honey series, readers are introduced to the taboo world of the Bee’s Honey, an exclusive BDSM club where individuals go to indulge in sensual abandon. At the Honey, Amélie is a renowned dominatrix, who craves both a submissive and a man with whom she can share her everyday life. Enter: Olivier (a.k.a. Olly), a quick-tempered Alpha submissive with more curiosity than expertise. The attraction between the two is instantaneous, with Amélie leading Olly on a carnal journey in which they become intimately acquainted with every inch of each other’s bodies. What makes things interesting is their push-and-pull dynamic – how each challenges the other in a way neither has previously encountered. Together, they’re electric, commanding, and captivating, so much so that, once you get started, the book is impossible to put down.

Starting this book was a bit jarring at first because the connection between Amélie and Olly sprouts from a baser, physical attraction. I initially missed that emotional bond that Kristen Ashley routinely takes an extensive amount of time to build between her characters – a bond that tugs on your heartstrings and makes you emotionally invested in the relationship between those characters. Of course, once we get to know these two better, spending time with them both in and out of the Honey, that bond is established with an almost ferocious intensity. You get that butterflies-in-the-stomach, anticipatory feelings of a budding romance after they've already explored each other's deepest, darkest desires. Amélie and Olly swept me along with their emotional whirlwind of lust, affection, fear, excitement, jealousy, etc., until I was consumed by their shifting feelings. That’s the beauty of a Kristen Ashley novel, though; the author has the distinct ability to make me feel the emotions of these characters so acutely that it’s as if they have a direct line to my heartstrings (which, of course, is the case with Amélie and Olly).

The Deep End is *not* your average Kristen Ashley book. I just want to make a note of this fact because if you go into this book expecting classic KA, you *might* be in for a surprise, albeit a deliciously naughty one. This book had me swooning left and right, fanning my face and frequently exclaiming "good lawd". Not only is The Deep End about ten times steamier than any of her previous books (and there have been some steamy ones...), but it pushes boundaries – sexually and emotionally. With The Deep End, Kristen Ashley gives readers a jaw-droppingly sensual, relentlessly erotic love story, perfect for fans of 50 Shades or Anne Rice's Sleeping Beauty trilogy.

*complimentary copy provided by publisher for an honest review

Rating: 5 Stars

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