REVIEW & TOP REC: The Farthest Edge by Kristen Ashley

Honey Book Two; Standalone

Release Date: June 6, 2017

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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.



Reading The Farthest Edge felt like coming home. Vintage, feel-good Kristen Ashley. The kind of book that felt powerful from the first chapter with its vivid and poignant characters and its ability to reach deep inside to pull forth a reaction from the reader. I’m not sure if it’s possible to convey how much this book affected me or if it’s even possible to articulate that sort of connection, but this will be an attempt to do that very thing.

In wracking my brain trying to think of which KA heroine Evangeline reminded me of, I realized that she was more of a mishmash of a lot of her characters compiled into one woman: she had the tenacity of Cassie (Deacon); the fun side of Indy (Rock Chick); the badassitude of Sylvie (Creed); and the unwavering support of Lexie (Lady Luck). She was comprised of all these striking elements from women before her and yet she felt unique, whole, complete. Evangeline might just be a favorite of mine simply because of her inner fighter. Even still smarting from the ultimate breach in trust and the loss of her safety from months before, she persevered. For him. For her.

For a man with much to be crushed by, Branch’s beauty came from the light beneath the rubble. He felt like every KA alpha, the kind with hands who’ve done too much and a heart with so much to give. Like Deacon, his own version of a cabin eleven brought him to exactly where he needed to be. I was so intrigued by this man upon meeting him in the prior book and in now knowing him, I can say that Ashley did him absolute justice. I cannot begin to explain how the soul of him was written on every page just waiting to be let loose and brought back to him in order for him to define his identity.

Most romances are beautiful and inspiring, and that’s what we love about them, but there are few that soulfully move a reader and melt them from within. The subtle nuances to their connection, minimized as they were in order not to spook him, were consuming. There was a raw power that circled them, one that Evangeline was wholly aware of, and yet she held it back, releasing it slowly in ways that brought him back to the edge where he needed to be. Where she was, holding herself open and bare for him.

I adored The Deep End, the first standalone in the series, but I loved this one even more. I felt like I was in this bubble with Evangeline and Branch, wrapped up in the contact high of them. Enraptured, in awe, completely consumed I was. The easy-going and organic chemistry, the lovely slow-burn romance, and the scorching sexiness created one hell of a tale that Kristen Ashley penned with absolute perfection. The Farthest Edge captured the best kind of love story with a verve that can only come from her mind. Savor it because it was unputdownable and that made it end way too soon.

Side note: While it is a standalone, it does give away some spoilers on the couple from book one; if that should bother you, please read book one prior.



Putting a hand in and touching the fabric, Branch noted she had a fondness for silk and all of them were either dark purple, deep blue or black.

He also noted in an intense way that almost made him feel something, not only in his dick and balls, but somewhere else, that she had her shit tight.

She knew who she was. She knew what she liked. And what she liked wasn’t common or vulgar, as many people might see it (but he didn’t, he still couldn’t deny he like the way she obviously played it).

There was an elegance to her style.

It wasn’t about ball gags and he didn’t find a single strap on.

She got the life.

But she did it her way.

Yeah, that definitely almost made him feel something.


The next drawer down, he found more harnesses, these for smaller uses, balls, cock, jaw.

There were also two carved boxes he pulled out and opened, their original use was for rings or jewelry but she’d put four cock rings in the purple velvet in one and a number of gleaming nipple clamps with and without chains tangled against the blue silk lining in the other.

He put the boxes back, closed the drawer, straightened and took one last look around.

It was a well-equipped playroom. She could get creative and be clean and safe doing it.

He cast his eyes down to the top of the dresser, lifted his hand and swiped it along the top, shining his flashlight on his fingers when he was done.


She hadn’t been in there in months.

He drew breath in through his nose, switched off the light and turned his attention across the studio toward the wall beyond which was her house.

Aryas had made him an offer.

He needed to make a decision.


Honey Series Book One; Standalone | My Review

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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 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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