✮✮✮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 (Erotic Romance Releasing March 7, 2017):
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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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.
About 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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