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.
“All right, Char,” she mumbled to herself. “Time to pull up
the adult panties and grow a pair.” Pulling out her cell phone, she grabbed the
tan envelope she still had not opened up and quickly emptied the array of
paperwork onto her desk. Thankfully the phone list was on top.
His number was the third one down, listed under Carmichael,
Brent. Housing Board, President. Discipline Board, Vice President.
Discipline Board? Was that what they called their police
force?
Taking a huge, deep breath, she quickly dialed his number
and sat back, hoping she could sound like an adult rather than a raving lunatic
as she had the last time they spoke.
“Carmichael,” he barked into the phone.
He sounded angry. Did she really want to talk to him while
he was sounding angry? Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.
“Hello? If this is a crank call, it won’t do you much good.”
“No, hi,” she said before she could stop herself. “It’s me.
Charmagne.”
“Ah, hello.” Her head came up as his tone lost some of the
bark, and her stomach commenced doing weird loop-de-loops.
“Look, um, I’m really sorry for what I said a few days ago,
and I talked to Lelo and he said you paid for my truck’s repairs. So, if you
could tell me what I owe—”
“How are you feeling?”
What did that have to do with her apology? “Fine. I had a
headache for a while, but it's gone now. As I was saying, if you cou—”
“Would you like to go to dinner?”
She watched her fingers pick up her pen and begin doodling
in the middle of the lined page as if completely disconnected from her body, as
she tried to make sense of this completely nonsensical conversation they were
having. “Dinner?”
“Yes. You. Me. Food. At a restaurant. What do you say?” The
bark was most definitely gone, but as amusement had taken its place, she began
to wish for the bark to come back. The bark made her body tingle.
She supposed it wouldn’t hurt to go to dinner with a member
of the development board, give an in-person apology, and then she could write
him a check. By the time she left, she could go back to being by herself.
“Ms. Kendle?”
“Char,” she corrected him quickly. “It’s Char. And yes, I’d
like to meet you for dinner.”
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.
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