~☆Review☆~ The Deep End by Kristen Ashley

✮✮✮A delicious world of erotica, BDSM with alpha-subs and their Dommes, and a gripping love story…
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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Fall into THE DEEP END and grab your copy today!

 

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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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☆¸.•*¨*★☆Review☆★*¨*•.¸☆

THIS IS AN EROTIC ROMANCE.

Yes, I needed to put that in bold, shouty caps because there are going to be people who buy The Deep End without reading the blurb because it’s Kristin Ashley and then they’re going to be angry because it’s an erotic/BDSM romance and they don’t read ‘that sort of thing’.

Me personally, I didn’t mind it. I find the lifestyle intriguing. Not enough to do my own, hands-on research (so to speak), but enough to find all the scenes titillating and sexy. Which leads me to my next question: How much research did Kristen Ashley do for this book? HOW did she research it? This is not the kind of stuff you just make up as you go. Oh to be a fly on the wall during those conversations.

Anyway, on to the book. Yes, I enjoyed it. But…I didn’t love it. NOT because of the BDSM. It took me a while to get into it because of Amelie’s ‘voice’. It was a tad too formal for me. I wasn’t really sure of where I was as a reader at the beginning of the book. Once the story started flowing and I understood the setting, it was fine, but Amelie isn’t a heroine I wholly connected or identified with.

Description-wise, Olivier is the embodiment of my ideal guy – tall, built, strong, with a little bit of an edge to him. But as a long-time fan of Kristen Ashley’s, her heroes have all become one-dimensional when it comes to their character. Maybe it’s because I’ve read so many of her books (almost all of them), but the mannerisms and way of speaking remains unchanged across the different series and heroes, which is something I mentioned in my last review of one of her books. 

Since I’m not a fickle fan/reader, I’m going to keep reading this series because I really do love her books. And The Deep End is seriously hot. There’s enough angst to feed my need for punch-you-in-the-gut-and-twist-your-insides conflict. I definitely have my hopes for who’s next in the series.

Fans will love that Kristen Ashley didn’t sacrificed her style in this new genre and are sure to enjoy it…as long as that’s your kind of thing. 😉

 

☆¸.•*¨*★☆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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