Teaser Tuesday [12]

Teaser Tuesdays is a weekly bookish meme, hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Anyone can play along! Just do the following: grab your current read; open to a random page; share two “teaser” sentences from somewhere on that page; BE CAREFUL NOT TO INCLUDE SPOILERS! (make sure that what you share doesn’t give too much away! You don’t want to ruin the book for others!); and share the title & author, too, so that other people can add the book to their TBR lists if they like your teasers.

Honey #1

THE DEEP END

by: Kristen Ashley
Read on April 16th, 2017

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.

MY TEASER

She gave him another squeeze, saw his hand still on his drink, and realized she'd been remiss. "Partake of your beer freely, mon chou."

"My cabbage," he muttered, lifting his beer.

She raised her brows, surprised he knew what mon chou meant.

"You speak French?"

"I looked it up."

Her belly melted.

"Means pastry too," he stated, putting down his beer and looking at her. "Which one am I to you?"

Oh, he was definitely a delectable pastry.

There was a teasing light in his eye and she leaned closer.

"It's just an endearment," she told him.

"I know. That's where I found it. On a list of French endearments. Wasn't sure about it but at least you don't call my mon cochon."

My pig.

She laughed softly.

He grinned and lifted the beer to his lips.