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.
“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.