Thursday, January 22, 2015

Guest Post - 1/22/15 - Rayanna Jamison - A Perfect Partnership #CorbinsBend #DD

The lovely Rayanna Jamison has dropped by today to share an excerpt from her newest Corbin's Bend book "A Perfect Partnership," which was released on January 14.  Drop by the Corbin's Bend Blog for an interview with Josiah on Tuesday, February 3rd.


Josiah Jefferson left the polygamist community he grew up in to make a new home in Corbin's Bend. He wanted to find the one  woman he could love and spank for the rest of his life. When a summer storm blows beautiful Lannea Paulsen into his life, he sees it as fate and never looks back.

Lannea Paulsen, better known as Laney to everyone but the stubborn Josiah, has had two goals since she moved to Corbin's Bend last year. Save enough money to buy half of The Ginger Paddle, the sushi restaurant she runs with her cousin, and find a strong dominant man who is willing and ready to take her in hand in every way possible.

When Laney puts the business in jeopardy, Josiah comes to the rescue. One thing leads to another and they find themselves in a tumultuous platonic  DD relationship. Sparks fly  as they both refuse to admit the depth of their true feelings. Will they settle for less than they desire or will they chase after everything they have ever wanted?


       Lannea stood on the Josiah’s doorstep, unsure of why she had come. It hadn’t been hard to figure out where he lived, and she need only look for the police car parked in a driveway where she hadn’t remembered there being one before. Not quite ready to knock, and still considering chalking her being here up to a temporary bout of insanity, she pulled her thin sweater jacket tighter around her body. It was unusually cool for late August, a remnant of last night’s storm.
       She stood there, shivering, more from nervousness than from cold and argued with herself. Am I really that desperate for a spanking? She asked herself.
       I must be, I’m here aren’t I? I should just go. She told herself, starting to turn away.
       No! You need this! You’ve needed this for a long time, and if the hot and charming although strangely naive cop is the only one seriously offering, then so be it. Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth.
       She raised her hand to knock. A gift horse? I’m not sure this is a gift horse. We barely know the guy. He’s probably some creepy psycho serial killer, and the polite innocent act is all a ruse. She lowered her hand.
       Matt and Julie don’t seem to think so.
       She raised her hand again. This was ridiculous. Was she really standing here in the cold having an argument with herself? She was, and she was getting nowhere with it. Time to fish or cut bait. Which is it going to be? Unbelievable. She was still talking to herself. This had to stop. It was time to fish. Holding her breath, she knocked.
       Josiah answered quickly, and hot damn. He was shirtless, clad in only a pair of well-worn button fly Levi’s.  The uniform did not do him justice, she realized. The breath she had been holding came out in a stunned whoosh. Who cares if he turns out to be a psychotic serial killer? You’re going to let him spank you, right? Right? I mean, what a way to go!
       “I assure you, I’m not a serial killer of any sort, psychotic or otherwise.”
       Her eyes widened, and she felt herself turn purple. She had said that out loud? Oh my god. Kill me. Just kill me right now, she thought to herself, careful not to speak aloud this time.
       “But, I will spank you, if that’s what you decide you want.”
       Frozen in place from the utter humiliation of even being there in the first place, she raised her eyes to meet his. She saw only humor, and kindness, and that effortless charm of his that was going to be the death of her. “I-I don’t know what I want. I don’t even know why I’m here.”
       “Fair enough. Why don’t you come in? I was just about to try some of that wine that was in the welcome basket. Would you like a glass?”
       Her brain went numb at the mention of the welcome basket. Josiah had one? Well, of course he did. Which meant he also had…the Corbin’s Bend paddle.  It was the very object of all her dreams and fantasies. Her throat went dry. Would he want to use it on her? Would she let him?

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