I'm really happy to be sharing an excerpt of Rayanna Jamison's hot new Corbin's Bend release, Ginger Up!
I'm behind on reading and also read this series out of order - it's okay - each book explains all you need to know.
Best of luck Rayanna!
About Corbin's Bend:
Welcome to Corbin's Bend, the first equity-cooperative housing development just for spankofiles. Thirty thousand acres in the mountains above Denver sits your dream come true. With 1000 home sites, several restaurants, a club house, theater, pool, and many other amenities, you will find yourself at home.
Corbin's Bend is the setting for a group of spanking romance novellas set in, where else? Corbin's Bend, Colorado. A fictitious housing cooperative, Corbin's Bend is unique in that everyone living there is into spanking, whether that be erotically or through domestic discipline. Just imagine, a place where nobody has to hide their particular spanking lifestyle.
While reading any series in order is nice, Corbin's Bend books can be read as stand-alones as well.
Ginger sat silently, coldly regarding the woman across from her, as she had been doing for the past twenty minutes. The woman in question, the official Corbin’s Bend therapist, Traci Jackson, stared back at her from over the top of an oversized wonder woman coffee mug.
Some wonder woman, Ginger thought bitterly. What kind of therapist conducts sessions at her kitchen table anyway? She’s obviously not any good. I’ve been here this long and she hasn’t even tried to get me to talk since the first two minutes.
As if she had read Ginger’s mind, Traci smiled. “Maybe we would be more comfortable if we moved this over to the living room,” she suggested. Except that it wasn’t really much of a suggestion as she was already walking that way.
Not seeing much of a choice, Ginger followed her, taking a seat on an oversized easy chair directly across from the couch Traci was sitting on.
Traci sipped her coffee, looking completely at ease, despite being stonewalled.
Of course she doesn’t care, she gets paid whether you talk or not. Ginger’s inner voice was on a roll today.
“Would you like some more coffee?” Traci’s calm and cheerful demeanor was really getting on her nerves.
“It doesn’t matter where we sit, or how much coffee you give me,” Ginger informed her. “I still won’t talk to you.”
“Okay.” Traci crossed her legs underneath her, trying to get comfortable. “So you didn’t come to talk. Why did you come?” Traci inquired, looking serious for a moment before leaning forward conspiratorially. “It’s the coffee, isn’t it? I’ve heard the rumors. The word on the street is, it’s the best cup of coffee in town. Between you and me, I started that rumor. I think it’s helping drum up business,” she joked.
Ginger bit back a smile, recognizing a sister in snark. Under any other circumstances, she would have laughed, happy to have found a kindred spirit. Today, she just glared.
“I’m only here because I had no choice,” she deadpanned. “My husband made me come.”
“She does speak!” Traci exclaimed lightly, setting her coffee on the table between them, and leaning in closer. “And, for the record, I appreciate your stance, I really do. But,” she added, almost gleefully, “I call bullshit.”
Ginger frowned at her, gritting her teeth together, her jaw set in a scowl. This woman, she thought to herself, was highly unprofessional. What kind of therapist called ‘bullshit’? She looked at the clock on the wall. Twenty more minutes until she was free to go. Free being a relative term. Rose Rolson, who had Hazel, would be picking her up. Beau wouldn’t let her stay home alone while he was at work today.
“See the thing is, I believe you always have a choice. Sometimes all of the options suck, but you still have a choice. Rock, meet hard place.”
Ginger glared at her. “I didn’t have a choice.”
“Sure you did,” Traci persisted. “Unless of course, you were knocked unconscious, hog tied, and dragged here, and I see no evidence of that. So this is Corbin’s Bend. I get it, right? You probably had a choice between coming here and getting spanked.” She scrunched up her nose. “Not much of a choice, and both options suck, but you still had to choose one over the other.”
“No, we’re not currently practicing domestic discipline,” Ginger informed her with a smirk.
That caught the therapist off guard, this was Corbin’s Bend after all, but she quickly recovered. “Okay fine. So you could have chosen not to come here today, and there would have been no consequences from your husband about such a decision, correct?”
Ginger’s eyes narrowed suspiciously, but she confirmed with a quick nod.
“So then, let’s try this again. Why are you here?”
“I’m here because my husband told me I had to come, and I like that he did that. It’s the first time in weeks he has put his foot down about anything.”
After a difficult delivery and birth of her daughter, control freak Ginger Davies, is losing control. She cares only for the care of her daughter and has no time or energy for anything else. Her home, business, and relationships are suffering. She knows something needs to change, but she is too overwhelmed to do anything about it. As someone who has always prided herself on being strong and capable, and disciplined, she can’t bring herself to admit what she is really going through.
Her husband Beau has been content to take a break from domestic discipline to give Ginger the time and space she needs to recover, but he soon realizes that he’s not doing her any favors by letting things go. He realizes that break or no break, it’s time to regain control of his home and step up in a way that he never has before.
Rayanna Jamison is a spanking romance author. Originally from the Pacific Northwest, she now resides in Southern Utah, where she likes to say she spends her days sipping mudslides and writing by the hot tub while the kids play. Her stories border on sweet, although they get slightly naughtier with each new story she writes. Her passion is to write about submission in its many forms, and the effects it has on relationships and lives.