Review – The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley 

The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley

My rating: 4.5 of 5 stars

Sometimes you need to travel outside of your comfort zone with a bold book. An adrenaline rush of a read, The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley hurls you over the edge. You’ll dangle off the cliff of desire, dabbling in a thrilling and tantalizing world. Evocative and erotic yet tender and touching, The Farthest Edge burns the body and hijacks the heart.

The Farthest Edge starts with a slow burn but then SMOLDERS with sizzle and suspense! The INTRIGUE and INTENSITY made my heart beat out of my chest. The fusion of heat and heart MELTED me everywhere. Smooth and sinfully sweet like honey, this story stuck to me where I became UNGLUED.

Kristen Ashley takes readers on another tantalizing trip to The Honey Club in The Farthest Edge where deepest desires come true, including YOURS. The Queen Bees rule at The Honey Club where women take control as beautiful dominants with male submissives. This book focuses on one fire-hot couple: Evangeline and Branch. In the outside world, Branch is all alpha. Inside The Honey Club, he bows to the beautiful Mistress Evangeline.

He liked to be pushed to the edge? She was going to take him there. Shove him right over. And go over with him. And when they landed, they were going to explode. All over the place. And love every bit of it.

The push and pull of this story made me HOT and HEEDY, my head and heart thoroughly SEDUCED. Branch and Evangelines’ push for power and pull of passion FLAMED with FEELS. I felt their angst bleed through me along with their desire.

Fire meets ice when Evangeline and Branch collide, a fusion of power and passion that ignite to a BEAUTIFUL BURN. Branch is a brooding and beautiful alpha who needs to be tamed. Evangeline is a stunning beauty who needs to control. Branch needs to be deliciously dominated to forget. Evangeline needs to dominate to remember.

“I need you to sway my world right about now.”

“Okay, baby,” she whispered, “I’ll sway your world.”

I was a voyeur in Kristen Ashley’s delicious dominant and submissive world, one where I wanted to be a player too. This series is the best mix of DECADENCE and DESIRE. A delicious drug, The Farthest Edge is the ULTIMATE ADDICTION. The Farthest Edge pulls you out of your comfort zone, hurling you over the edge straight to ECTASY! You just can’t help but SUBMIT to this story.

“Ready to slip over the edge with me, baby?”

💋💋💋💋💋 4.5 Edgy and Enticing Kisses

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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.

He knew this was her playroom before he’d entered but right then he saw that she didn’t 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 didn’t make do. She’d 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 cosmetics—powder, lipsticks, gloss. Another filled with first-aid supplies—Band-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 he’d 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 you’d want to stay awhile.

He didn’t 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 vibrated—triple the fun.

She like ass.

Not many of her kind didn’t.

He didn’t think on that either.


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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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