Tuesday, 30 May 2017

✪ The Farthest Edge (Honey Series #2) ✪ Kristen Ashley ✪ Blog Tour & Giveaway ✪


✮✮✮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 releasing June 6, 2017! Order your copy today! ✮✮✮

Go to THE FARTHEST EDGE and order your copy today!





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

Branch doesnt exist. Living off the grid, hes 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 Branchs offerto play without boundaries or commitmentsits 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.







ARC received for an honest review

Back to the Honey we go.

I am not going to lie, I did have my issues with the first book in this series, The Deep End,  It was good, but I had some problems with it.

However I said when I finished it that I would be reading the following books.

And I am so glad that I jumped right onto this one.

The Farthest Edge felt more likea KA book to me. Whereas the first book had a LOT of sex which took away from the storyline (for me), The Farthest Edge, whilst still having the sex and the BDSM, this was more in the background.

If you have read the first book, you have met Evangeline and Branch. 

Oh how I love this broken, struggling pair.  They are living, but they aren't living.   I adore how they are with each other, what they are to each other, what they do for each other.

Seriously, they are all kinds of goodness. 

I adored getting more of Amelie and her Olly, seeing how their relationship has progressed.
.  Throw in a quick snapshot of an old favourite character of mine, and I was a goner.

I really, really enjoyed The Farthest Edge - now I can't wait to see what Ms Ashley brings us next.




He knew this was her playroom before hed entered but right then he saw that she didnt hide it under sheets and tarps, just behind the shutters.
Branch shifted the light around, seeing a horse, a bench, a table, all of them good quality. It cost a mint to outfit a good playroom and she didnt make do. Shed been investing. Making smart purchases that would look good, stand strong during play and last a while.
Fashionable sink in the corner set in an attractive wood vanity, two matching tall, slim cupboards on each side.
He moved there, looked through the vanity and cupboards. Thick towels. Washcloths. Wet wipes. Soap. Bottles of foam anti-bacterial. Cleaning supplies. A large box of condoms. A little basket filled with some cosmeticspowder, lipsticks, gloss. Another filled with first-aid suppliesBand-Aids, bottles of antiseptic, tubes of ointment, gauze, cotton.
He closed the door to the cupboard he was inspecting, turned and shined the light around the room. Moving across the space, he noted hooks on the walls, in the ceiling, eyes in the floor, all looking sturdy. Whoever put them in might have wondered why or hed been hers. But whoever that was knew what they were doing.
There was a tall cabinet and a large dresser across the room, both in the wood that made up the vanity and the cupboards. It all matched, was heavy and dark but attractive, giving the space the definite feel of playroom, not a dungeon. It was stylish and handsome, even warm, somewhere youd want to stay awhile.
He didnt think on his last thought as he opened the top cupboard doors of the cabinet and shined the light in, feeling what he found there in his dick.
Cats. Whips. Switches. Flogs. Paddles. Some straps. Some harnesses. All hanging from hooks. All well organized and well maintained. All also excellent quality. Not many, but again, quality, not quantity, was what she was clearly going for.
He closed the doors and crouched down to the two drawers at the bottom of the cabinet, opening them. Top one had silk ropes, some chains, shackles, cuffs. The bottom drawer was full of leather straps with cinches attached.
Branch straightened, moved to the dresser. Nothing littered the top, so he opened the first drawer.
What he found there made his balls draw up.
Carefully placed in what looked like purple silk-lined, custom-made grooves were her toys.
Plugs. Cocks. Vibrators. The first two in an impressive range of lengths, girths and shapes. If they had them, remotes were placed at the side of the toy they controlled. There was also a complicated cock ring, rabbit ears at the front for clit stimulation, and a strap that would lead between the balls to a bullet that could be inserted in the anus, all of it obviously vibratedtriple the fun.
She like ass.
Not many of her kind didnt.
He didnt think on that either. 



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 accessorizeand 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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