Hi – I’m Lizzie Ashworth. Thanks, Delilah, for inviting me to your blog for the day!
It’s another hot July day, and yours is about to get hotter. Now just 99 cents (free on Kindle Unlimited), Hers to Choose is a full-length erotic romance novel. The language is salty and the story heavily spiced with BDSM.
Here’s just one of many 5 star reviews: “Loved this book. It is very well written. I love how Bryn craves the kink. I think we all would love a little kink every now and then. Highly recommend this book to anyone who loves the BDSM side of things!”
The story plunges straight to the heart of America in both setting (St. Louis and rural Ozarks) and in character. Hunting rights on her inherited Ozark farm is Bryn McClure’s emergency plan to stop foreclosure. A little BDSM on the side—she can handle that, too. But when the day arrives and she stands on her porch watching two gorgeous men walk toward her, she suddenly wonders what kind of mess she’s gotten herself into.
As cousins raised like brothers, Alex and Dan Cannon work hard to continue the successful construction/contracting business established by their fathers. Maybe not so successful are their affairs of the heart, especially when they find themselves up front and personal with the kinky side of things.
Are they naturally suited to the world of domination and submission? Or do they have to work at it to please a woman they love? Is it even possible for someone not naturally ‘kinky’ to learn to enjoy it?
Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 2:
Hair neatly braided and wearing her insulated vest, Bryn loaded the four-wheeler in the early light. Ka-boom sounded in the creek bottom soon followed by a second shot. No surprise they’d have a shot first day out, she mused as she jostled down to the cabin. After this, though, deer would be harder to find. They knew what gunshots meant.
It was exactly one hour after sunrise. Overnight temperatures had dropped below freezing and white frost coated the pastures. A spiral of smoke rose from the cabin’s old chimney, and the aromatic scent laced the cold air.
With the breakfast warming on the wood stove, she quickly cleared the table and crammed all the dirty stuff into the box. She set the lunch basket on the shelf and had just finished wiping off the table when the door opened and Dan stepped inside. Oh, he was devastating. A big hunting knife strapped to his belt and a 30-06 rifle gleamed in his gloved hands. His straw-blonde hair bristled around his orange hunting cap, and his pale stare pinned her down with an icy look.
“Good morning,” she said, offering a careful smile. Did he expect her eyes to stay lowered in a formally submissive manner? “How’re you today?”
“Damn hungry. I hope you brought enough food.” He placed the gun on the top bunk and peeled off the orange vest. “Not quite enough dinner last night, in case you’re still taking notes.”
She decided she didn’t actually like him. Anger and hostility exuded from every pore. Her body shivered at the idea of him in control over her. But then, she didn’t have to like him. She would serve him and hope that his discipline didn’t cause her to need him in some perverse way.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She carried his hot plate to the table, burning her hands. Shit. She rubbed her fingers on the sides of her jeans. “I’ll make extra from now on.”
“Great.” He threw his insulated camo jacket on the bed, revealing the white Thinsulate shirt stretched tight across his wide shoulders and chest. “Alex is still in the woods. He thinks he’s going to get another chance at that buck.” He chuckled and pulled out a chair.
She bit her lip and tried to stop gaping at his physique. What the hell was wrong with her? Was she really this starved for a man? Or were these guys extra special hot? Uh, both, damn it. She nervously smoothed her flannel shirt.
“This discipline thing…I assume you know what I’m talking about?” He shoveled a big bite of egg and biscuit into his mouth and washed it down with a gulp of coffee. He glanced at her. “Right?”
“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips nervously. “I’m at your service.”
He paused. “Your friend Wade showed me around his place. But I have no idea what you expect. Alex says spanking with your wrists tied. Is that the deal?”
“Yes, sir,” she said in a low voice, lowering her eyes. “And other discipline, if it pleases you.”
His eyes glittered at her briefly, causing her stomach to clench. She considered asking what he would like, but she suddenly didn’t have the strength. If he’d been with Wade, surely he had his own ideas. Wade knew her secrets. Her legs felt unexpectedly weak.
“We’ll get started, then.” He continued wolfing down his breakfast. “Soon as I finish eating.”
Her pulse skidded in her throat. What had she been thinking? With Ethan and their friends in St. Louis, BDSM had been a casual evening activity with alcohol, music, and lots of teasing. But she didn’t know this man. Maybe her first impressions would turn out to be wrong, but it seemed to her he could easily harbor a cruel streak. Her worry returned that this could turn into something she didn’t like at all. She grabbed the broom and swept up around the wood stove, trying not to think about it.
Dan pushed back his chair and went to his things on the upper bunk. She felt herself retreat from his intense stare.
“Miss McClure, come over here.”
Her heart thudded as she presented herself in front of him. A brief glance up at his unsmiling face caused her breath to catch. She lowered her eyes, afraid to move.
“I give you my word that I will only go as far as you want with this,” he said quietly. “Wade said you need to feel you can trust me.”
“Yes,” she replied. “I do need that. Thank you, sir.”
“Sir.” He exhaled and shook his head. After a moment’s hesitation, he grabbed one of her wrists and stretched her arm to the top of the bunk bed corner post, then pulled up the other wrist to tie them tightly together. Her face and chest jammed against the wooden post, her feet barely touching the floor.
His eyes narrowed as he tapped a slender wooden paddle against his palm then gripped it so tightly his knuckles turned white. “I guess Wade knows what you like?”
She nodded. He was obviously nervous. Her fear softened slightly.
He slammed the paddle onto the table, making her gasp, then leaned toward her so that she could see the flinty depths of his steel blue eyes. “Do you accept my authority, Miss McClure?”
“Y-yes,” she stammered. “Yes sir.” She tried to remember some of the appropriate language for a submissive. “I only want to please you, sir.”
“What’s your safe word?”
“River,’ sir.”
“‘River.’ Anything else I need to know?”
She shook her head, unable to speak as his hands slid around her waist to the fastener of her jeans. He was lowering her pants! She hadn’t anticipated this. She wore old white cotton panties. No doubt he would factor that into his opinion of her and use it to justify greater humiliation.
Heat coiled deep in her belly as he shoved the jeans and panties down to her thighs. She struggled slightly with the ties. He had taken total control over her body. This man she hardly knew was looking at her ass, and no matter how crazy it was, that made her wet. Suddenly she craved whatever pain he would give her.
“Until I figure out more about this discipline thing,” he growled near her ear, “I’m starting with ten stripes.”
Whack! She flinched as the board burned her skin. His big hand rubbed over the mark. The physical contact caught her by surprise. Her whole body tensed. The paddle stung more than she had expected.
Whack! Whack!
He wasn’t holding back. Her ass started to glow, and her clit was swelling up and throbbing between her clenched thighs. Heat spread from her buttocks over her entire body. Oh my god, this was better than she remembered.
Whack! Whack!
“Oh!” She bit her lip harder. Sweat filmed her neck as his hand caressed the painful marks. Her buttocks quivered. She wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. Yes, it hurt, but it also turned her on like nothing else.
Whack! Whack! Whack!
Her breasts crushed against the corner post as the force of his paddling strengthened. Or maybe it was her aroused state that made it seem more forceful.
Whack! Whack!
Stronger than the rest, the last two scorched her ass and sent a bigger throb of need to her sex. Her breath came in short gasps.
She could hear his rapid breathing behind her, knew he wanted to keep paddling her. She argued with herself, tempted to ask for more. More spanking, more humiliation, more of anything. The extremity of her sudden desire shocked her. This man had a way about him. She wanted to grovel at his feet.
“Alright,” he said after a few moments. He pulled the knots loose at her wrists. “Another session tomorrow, Miss McClure.”
“Yes, sir,” she whispered.
~*~*~
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A collection of five novellas by Lizzie Ashworth
It started innocently enough. A rich young man in search of adventure in sadistic humiliation. An older woman intent on her profession as dominatrix. Their crossed paths should have been six weeks of a purely business relationship.
But things never go as planned.
The story of Jarrod Bancroft becomes much more than scenes of extreme sexual kink. Hope rejected, regret and anguish, terror in captivity, and an awful truth about Jarrod’s family emerge in this richly-presented series. Jarrod Bancroft’s adventure reveals old lies, ugly threats, and the raw human need for love.
More classic Lizzie Ashworth erotic romance: Nice and Naughty Cannon Cousins series.
His to Lose, Cannon Cousins Book II:
(Spoiler Alert: If you haven’t read Book I Hers to Choose, you might want to skip this preview)
Dan Cannon confronts the worst experience of his life when he discovers money, and lots of it, is missing from company accounts. He’s a little heartbroken over the loss of Bryn in the intimate threesome he and his cousin Alex shared with her, even though he’s happy the couple is ready to start a family. He blames himself for being distracted so much that Cannon Company has suffered. When he hires CPA Riley Montgomery to track down the money, the last thing he expects is to find himself completely distracted by the woman.
Riley can’t afford to venture off into unethical dalliance with a client, even if the client is the devastatingly handsome Dan Cannon. She tries to stay focused on the pact she’s made with her old friend and current lover Lucy Duncan, after failed marriages caused both women to swear off men. But Lucy decides Dan is too good to pass up, especially after he makes good on his threat to spank her.
Things go from bad to worse when Riley uncovers a money trail pointing to Cannon Company’s long-time employee and Lucy realizes that the sparks flying between Dan and Riley scream for friendly intervention.
F/F, F/F/M, F/M, BDSM
Check out Lizzie’s sweet, sexy romance, Faint Heart
Cara Carson only wants one thing, and it isn’t a man. Since the tragic death of her husband, she has focused on creating a business she could give herself to, a ‘marriage’ that will never leave her stunned in grief. Her recipes are perfected and the old house remodel is underway. But on this raw March morning, the contractor isn’t returning her calls, there’s a bulldozer mired in mud on the side lot, and the man operating it has managed to destroy the old willow tree she wanted saved. Furious, she charges across the mire to demand answers.
Unexpectedly and even more infuriating, she finds her feet stuck in the mud. Her arms flailing, she steams in silence as the bulldozer operator has to come carry her out.
Morgan Woods never believed in love. Until now, it’s been easy to take and leave women. This woman shouldn’t be any different, except something about her pouty pink lips and her blazing hazel eyes sails past all his defenses. His business-partner dad is sick and his businesses are struggling, but he never wants to let this bewitching woman out of his arms.
Can two broken people find a way to trust again? Or will their mistakes only add more layers to the scars already shrouding their hearts?
New Series!
Lizzie Ashworth delves into the future! What is the reality of romance and sex in 2060? The House of Rae series plunges deep into a world of terrorists, legalized prostitution, and a menu of men too delicious to ignore! The story of a young man’s challenge in an unexpected world.
Salvation, House of Rae Book I
Summer 2059.
Fires burn out of control contaminating crops and water supplies with poison particulate. Carbon film infection runs rampant, spreading its devastating brown death across the globe. Only the mysterious effects of pleasure energy clear the infection. Transmitted by psionic adepts from dance centers, meditation rooms, and sex houses to the healing grids, pleasure energy ignites controversy and dissent.
Or the disease is a lie fabricated by the liberty culture. According to the Brotherhood, these are nothing less than the end times, hastened by the world’s slide into moral decay. Young Josh Carter, fourth generation Brotherhood, has trained for years to combat this lie, to right the wrongs. Now the time has arrived.
Josh Carter’s mission—get inside the House of Rae sex house and take it down.
Denial, House of Rae Book II
Three years after his brush with death, all Josh Carter wants is a normal life. With his days as a terrorist firmly behind him, he and Anne journey to the West Coast for her graduate scholarship in biomedical engineering at the University of California at Santa Cruz. They look forward to snuggling up in a cottage near the beach. There will be long walks on the sand, leisurely hikes in the redwoods—life will be good in the Golden State.
As they near the Santa Cruz Mountains, the road and surroundings fade. Josh grips the steering wheel as dark layers of rock shatter and groan. Grinding, crumbling, the ground deep below appears in three dimensional, holographic imagery. The vision ends as suddenly as it began, but he knows what he’s seen—a real-time, real-life view of the faulted crust beneath them clear down to the very thrust of the Pacific plate pushing underneath the Continental plate and all the molten tearing of rock that goes on down there.
Why that? Why him?
Over the coming weeks, more visions and other extrasensory phenomena plague Josh. He buries himself in his lousy job and his love for Anne. A simple life is all he wants, to watch the waves roll onshore and make love in the afternoon. Is that really too much to ask?
In a world where pleasure energy is the only cure for the horrors of brown death, what is the fate of a powerful psion who refuses the call?
While I waited for her to read it, catastrophe struck. On January 12, 2010, the 7.0 earthquake rocked Haiti to its knees. It was horrific. Scary. I live in California and know about quakes, 5.0 will freak you out of your skin, but a 7.0 quake? No, that’s beyond comprehension. It had to feel like the end of the earth for those poor people. Hundreds of thousands of people died.
