Buongiorno a tutte!
Esce oggi in inglese The Deep End, il nuovo romanzo
firmato Kristen Ashley con cui ha inizio la serie Honey. Benvenuti al The Bee’s
Honey! The Deep End è un romanzo erotico che esplora in mondo del BDSM, con
dominatori e sottomesse, un viaggio travolgente alla scoperta della passione e
della propria sessualità. Verrete introdotti in un mondo sensuale decadente in
cui dei bellissimi maschi alfa saranno impegnati a soddisfare i desideri di
ogni donna. Ogni romanzo è auto-conclusivo. Segue la sinossi tradotta.
Sinossi: Olivier non sa cosa l’abbia spinto ad entrare a far parte
dell’Honey Club, sa solo che una parte oscura di lui brama lo stile di vita
offerta da questo club esclusivo. Nel Club nessun confine sarà lasciato intentato...
e le sue fantasie più recondite diventeranno realtà. Quando Amélie invita
Olivier ad arrendersi, dà all'alfa sottomesso ciò che lui desidera. Ben presto
entrambi si ritrovano più presi di quanto avessero previsto, ma quando la loro
connessione diventa più profonda, la verità sul passato di Olivier potrebbe
distruggere tutto...
BOOKTRAILER
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.
Kristen Ashley è cresciuta a Brownsburg,
Indiana, e ha vissuto a Denver, Colorado, e nel Sud-ovest dell’Inghilterra. Per
questo ha la fortuna di avere amici e parenti sparsi in tutto il mondo. La sua
famiglia è a dir poco stramba, ma questo può essere un bene quando si desidera
scrivere. Prima di Ti prego dimmi di sì, la Newton Compton ha già pubblicato
Non dirmi di no e Dimmi che sei mio.
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