Release Blitz: The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley
✮✮✮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.
And don’t miss the first standalone
title in the Honey Series, THE DEEP END! Grab your copy today!
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.
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.
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