Brent Carmichael loved Corbin's Bend. A small community at the base of the Rocky Mountains just for spankofiles, he worked tirelessly to make sure everything ran smoothly and that the residents were safe and happy. He never intended1! to fall in love but when Charmagne Kendle stumbled into his life, he found an attraction he had no intention of fighting.
Char moved to Corbin's Bend after losing her job, her apartment, and her fiancé all in one day. She had no idea she was actually moving to a spanking community but with the freedom to explore her secret fetish, she found herself happily upended over Brent's lap.
As their relationship deepened into domestic discipline, her ex appeared wanting her back. Now she had to choose. The rich, handsome, and charming Nathan Korven or former police officer Brent Carmichael. To find her bliss, there was really only one choice.
A bell made her jump as she was reading the latest news briefs. At first she was not sure what it was until it happened again. “Doorbell.” She laughed softly to herself, getting up and padding across the hardwood floors to her front door. Unsure of who would be there, but pretty sure a thief wouldn’t come all the way up to her house to rob her, she unlocked and opened the door, momentarily stunned as she caught sight of the five men standing at her door.
Ranging from five-foot-eight to just over six feet, they held the kind of presence she usually associated with bad boys. But these men did not look like bad boys. For one thing, every one of them was in a three-piece suit; for another, they were clean-shaven. There was a definite sense of alpha male about them, which she found odd. Could you put five alpha males in one area and not have them kill one another?
“Good morning,” said the man in the middle. At just under six feet tall, he was slightly stooped from old age. Receding gray hair and soft blue eyes were a startling combination, especially when joined with the pure dominance he radiated. “My name is Jason Rolson. Myself and the five gentlemen here make up most of the board for Corbin’s Bend, and we wished to come welcome you and your husband to our corner of the world.”
Five other gentlemen? Looking further, Charmagne had to stifle a gasp at the man who stood further behind the others. The tallest and most striking with dark blond hair and inset gray eyes, he set her heart to hammering and she quickly looked back at Jason. “Thank you,” she said, offering the elderly man a smile. “My name is Charmagne Kendle. No husband, just me.” Her eyes almost strayed to the gorgeous man in the back again but she managed to stop herself. The last thing she needed them to do was think she was husband shopping. Plus, with a body and face like that, he was sure to either be married or have several women falling all over themselves for him.
Feeling it would be rude to keep the security door between her and them, she opened it up, but leaned on the doorjamb, trying to convey cautious friendliness, but not willing to invite them in. The blond in the back’s lips twitched.
“Welcome,” Jason said again, his eyes twinkling. “Have you had a chance to read any of the paperwork we left yesterday?”
“Paperwork?” she asked in surprise. “I didn’t see anything.” She hoped she had not missed anything important. “Was there something I should have filled out?” she asked quickly. “The paperwork the title company gave me explained my house was not a part of the housing development, but I wasn’t sure how things were run.”
The five in front glanced at one another, looking vaguely unsettled by her question, but the blond answered. “No, Ms. Kendle. Technically your home does not belong to Corbin’s Bend, though we have tried for years to get the former owner to tie his home within it. It would give you better coverage for things like the fire station and police, as well as some of the community events we host just for our citizens.” He walked to her right, bent down, and picked up an envelope that lay on her porch. “Looks like the paperwork blew away a bit yesterday.” Standing up, he strode straight up to her and handed a large tan envelope over, offering his hand as well. “My name is Brent Carmichael. It's a pleasure to meet you.”
Shaking his hand was a little like putting her hand into an electrical socket. She could practically feel his energy field radiating from him for several inches. “Likewise. I probably won’t get the chance to read any of this for a while. I still have tons of unpacking to do and have to make another trip to Denver for supplies.” And she really wanted him to leave because as he removed his hand from hers, her first instinct was to grab it back. And that would be bad.
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Thianna D is an author of erotica and erotic romance, many of her books either domestic discipline or BDSM in nature. She loves to write about the emotional aspects of these kinds of relationships.
Finding Their Bliss came about from her fantasy about a perfect community where spanking and loving discipline were the norm. She was thrilled with nine other authors joined in to create the Corbin's Bend series, a set of erotic spanking novels and novellas.
She hopes you have enjoyed Finding Their Bliss and that you will check out the other Corbin's Bend books coming Summer 2014.
Keep up with Corbin's Bend at www.corbinsbend.com.