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.
She woke up suddenly, making one of those startled movements
where she sat up before she was fully awake, breathing hard and clutching her
chest where her heart was beating madly. “Hello?” she called, though unsure
why.
A creak to her right surprised her and she turned her head
just as a small lamp came on. Brent walked quickly to her side. “Headache?” he
asked, reaching out a hand to touch the side of her face gently.
“Nightmare. What are you doing here?” She immediately felt
stupid for the question as the evening before came back to her. “Sorry. I
forgot.”
His lips quirked. “Hitting one’s head hard can do that. How
are you feeling?” His deep voice was calming and very reassuring for some
reason. Without thinking about it, she curled back into bed, her heart
beginning to slow down to normal.
“My head hurts a little,” she admitted. “Mostly I just feel…
scared.” Later on she would worry at having admitted to such a thing, but here
in the dark it felt right.
“That also is normal. You’ve just had a large move, you're
still unpacking, and you have now been in an accident. Any one of those would
be jarring, let alone all three.”
That reminded her. “My truck?” She hoped it could be
repaired easily. It was only a couple years old and she really did not want to
buy a new one.
“Lelo said the back end is caved in. He will take it to his
house tomorrow and check it out. If anyone can fix it, he can.” He smiled
gently at her and she nodded. Her mother told her never to accept charity from
strangers and she would be sure to pay this Lelo person, but for now she would
just accept their generosity. “And Kelli got all your food put away. She says
you will probably want to rearrange it to how you want it, but it's all in your
pantry.”
“Tell them thank you,” she murmured as she felt herself
become hazy.
“I will. Would you like a pain pill before you go back to
sleep?”
She never knew if she answered him.
When she woke up, she saw that this time there was light
coming in her windows, the pure white of new snow rather than sunlight, but
right now she was happy it was no longer nighttime. Now, in the light of day,
she was embarrassed to have let a stranger carry her all over the place, let
alone stay at her house all night. Plus, two other strangers had been in her
house last night. This could be dangerous. She needed to draw the line that
would tell these people to back off.
Friendships were dangerous, and she did not want to get hurt
again. Taking a deep breath, she struggled to her feet and was able to take two
steps before the world spun around her, and she screamed as she fell to the
floor.
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.
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