Series: Honey #1
Publisher: St. Martin's Griffin
Publication Date: March 7th, 2017
Format: Paperback ARC
Source: the publisher
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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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Hold on to your Kindle, honey, this ain’t your mama’s old Kristen Ashley! The Deep End is most definitely erotica. Saying that, it is still very much a “Kristen Ashley book” and her signature dynamics shine through the kink.
Amelie is a very strong and confident woman who is a dominatrix at the Bee’s Honey BDSM club. While she enjoys dominating men, she’s still looking for the happily ever after like anyone else. She may want to settle down with a man, but not before she works him over and dominates him with her arsenal of tools.
Olivier is a hulk of a man who is exploring his sexuality and needs more than plain vanilla to feel satisfied. While he’s experimenting and dabbling in BDSM, he is told the secret of the best-of-the-best Honey club and bluffs his way through the interview. Olly is a reluctant sub, but he’s unable to stop returning for more of Mistress Amelie’s treatment.
I have to say, I was very intrigued to read a book about alpha subs. I was curious to know how that would work and let me tell you, it takes the typical BDSM dynamic and turns it on its ear. It took me about 15% of the book to get into the story, but once I did, the rest flew by. I got caught up in Amelie and Olivier’s fight to discover how to be what the other needed. Seeing them battle their mental will against their physical need was a juxtaposition I found very intriguing.
The BDSM aspect didn’t deter me (in fact, it’s scorching hot!), but the tone and the attitude of the heroine was a little off-putting. I had a hard time connecting with her. Olly, on the other hand, is a hero you would expect from a Kristen Ashley book. He’s alpha, he’s possessive, and he struggles.
If you are a fan of BDSM erotica, I think you’re going to enjoy Amelie and Olly. Leave all of your expectations of a plain love story at the door, though, because this is not that. There’s a little bit of a mystery thrown in the mix, too, so there is more to the story than just kink. My advice? Make sure you have a fan handy because you are going to need it.
The Deep End
by Kristen Ashley
She turned back to him. “You seem to have a good deal of stamina.”
“Amélie…Mistress, I don’t think you’re getting’ that I seriously find you not hard on the eyes.”
She bent closer, as intended for this part of their session, some of her fair falling on his chest in another caress. She did this letting her amusement show, if not all of the emotion she felt at his compliment.
“I wonder, mon chou, if you think you can butter me up with compliments.”
“I don’t know. Maybe. Though not sure why I’d bother since I didn’t give you one and you just made me shoot a huge-ass load the like that have never come from my cock.”
“And he gives another compliment,” she said through a smile.
“You earn it, I’ll say it, he replied, his lips twitching. “That is, if I’m physically capable of speech.”
She was still smiling when she reached out a hand and delicately traced circles around his nipple.
His eyes darkened.
Her good humor increased.
“You’re of course aware I should do something about you being so audaciously cheeky.”
Another darkness crossed his face. “What?”
“I shouldn’t allow you to be cheeky with me.”
“Impudent,” she explained.
The look fled. “You mean, in uppity, hot-chick speak, a wise-ass.”
Amélie couldn’t help it, she laughed softly.
“She’s got a pretty laugh, too, to go with that pretty accent,” he murmured and she saw his eyes on her lips.
I could get lost in this one, she thought. Lost and never found.