Tuesday, 6 June 2017

The Farthest Edge - Kristen Ashley - Release Blitz & Review



✮✮✮A delicious world of erotica, BDSM with 
alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love story…Welcome to The Bee’s Honey! The second standalone title in New York Times bestselling author Kristen Ashley’s Honey Series, THE FARTHEST EDGE 
is a seductive and rich love story available now! Order your copy today! ✮✮✮

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About THE FARTHEST EDGE (Erotic Romance):

Step into the Honey Club, where every sensual boundary will be tested in search of the ultimate pleasure…

Branch doesn’t exist. Living off the grid, he’s looking for a way to forget his past and the guilt that plagues him. But no woman has ever been able to bring him to the edge he craves. 
After a traumatic experience of her own, Evangeline stepped away from the decadent world of the Honey Club. But when she gets Branch’s offer—to play without boundaries or commitments—it’s too tempting for her to refuse. 
As their passion ignites, Evangeline and Branch push each other to their farthest limit, fulfilling their darkest desires while falling harder and deeper than they ever imagined.



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She drove into the Honey, seeing the parking lot empty except for Aryas’s black Cayenne and a black GMC SUV, feeling that hunger grow.
Right.
Fine.
Fun and done.
All good.
She grabbed the handles of her small bag before she opened the door and threw her leg out.
As instructed (by Aryas), she parked close to and approached the back door to the club.
As expected, it was open.
She moved through the halls, keeping centered and focused so as not to have any kind of freakout that the last time she was there, she’d been carried out by Aryas, beaten to hell and not giving a damn.
Because she might have been beaten to hell.
But the worst of it was, her heart had been broken.
She walked directly to Aryas’s playroom, known as the red room since it was decorated in reds, and the opaque shades that could be drawn down over the wall of windows to black out what was inside were the only shades in any of the rooms that weren’t black, they were red.
As she approached, she saw the red shades were drawn down.
She kept her gait steady.
It had been a year and the last scene she’d had was a bad one. She’d been assaulted at the same time she’d had a relationship end very, very badly with a man she’d thought she’d loved and was considering spending the rest of her life with.
That happened.
A year ago.
This was now.
It was just a look-over anyway. It might be she wouldn’t like what she saw. Or he wouldn’t. And then giving any headspace to worrying what came after that was just a waste.
She was a Domme.
She’d trained under Mistress Sixxand Mistress Amélie, the two finest Dommes Evangeline had ever had the honor to see at play.
And before Kevin, even if she’d only been in her late twenties, she was one of the most sought-after Dommes at the Honey.
Now she was just thirty years old and she made good money. She took care of herself. She was successful. Educated. She wasn’t hard to look at. She had her own style in looks, clothes (and play) that she was honing to perfection.
She could do this.
She totally could do this.
She opened the door, stepped in and saw him.
Oh my.
She was so totally going to do this.
She closed the door behind her, dropped her bag and stood right where she was.
Aryas’s red room, known as his because this was mostly where he took his slaves, looked more like an opulent boudoir. Plush. Sumptuous. Heavy, carved furniture. Big, posted bed dressed in red and topped at headboard and ceiling with mirrors. Candelabrums everywhere.
No candles had been lit right then. The scene was not set, only red-shaded table lamps here and there were illuminating the space.
It still gave it a feel.
And that feel was good.


But more, the man before her was amazing.







4.5 Stars

The Farthest Edge, was my first time reading Kristen Ashley, and although this title is actually the second in the Honey series, it can easily be read as a standalone. 

The Farthest Edge, although a BDSM book, has a strong focus on the relationship, chemistry and connection between the elusive Branch and Evangeline.   This pair of characters are endearing, dynamic, and incredibly complex. 

Evangeline is a warm, caring, compassionate character, with incredible resilience, independence, strength.  Whilst Branch is quite her opposite a bad-ass, brooding, complicated alpha he is incredibly self assured, assertive, demanding, bossy and dangerous.   At first I found it difficult to resolve this strong minded alpha being the submissive in the relationship. 

Evangeline has lost confidence and trust in the BDSM lifestyle, after becoming a victim at the hands of her sub.  She is hesitant to begin a relationship with Branch, and what starts as a relationship of convenience to gain mutual pleasure becomes so much more. 

Although this is a BDSM romance, there is so much more below the surface of this story line, its a story of two broken and damaged individuals, who find comfort, solace and healing within each others arms.   Whilst their story is sensual, passionate and provocative, their chemistry is intense, and the love scenes are full of heat.   The Farthest Edge is incredibly well written, a captivating and heartfelt story that is incredibly raw, gritty, and full of emotion.

Now I have to decide where to begin with Ms Ashley's previous works, whilst I await the next title in the honey series. 

And don’t miss the first standalone title in the Honey Series, THE DEEP END! Grab your copy today!















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 accessorize 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.