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Have Paddle, Will Travel: Corbin's Bend, Season Two: Book Seven

By: Maren Smith
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2014 by Blushing Books� and Maren Smith
15 Chapters / 37,371 Words
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When a freak snow storm threatens to cut off the already remote community of Corbin's Bend from the rest of the world, the residents scramble to get enough emergency supplies from neighboring towns before the mountain roads are closed. It's sheer luck of the draw that force Ettie and Vance into the same car together. The only problem is, they can't stand one another. She's a submissive who hasn't been spanked in four very long years (four years, seven months, thirteen days...not that she was counting). He's the resident paddle and strap maker, a man known to answer the call of needy submissives everywhere. In his workshop at home, Vance has every implement he'd ever need to win a war like this. In a car in the middle of nowhere with the storm of the century bearing down upon them...who will win this particular battle was anybody's guess.

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.


It’s another beautiful day in Corbin’s Bend, Ettie wrote, if, by ‘beautiful’, one considers 20-degrees balmy, shorts-wearing weather. I do not. It’s flipping cold.

Leaning back from her computer, Ettie stretched her arms and then her back, all the while re-reading what she’d done so far. How long had she been at it today? Five hours, maybe six? It wasn’t even noon yet, and already she was hard at work on her third cup of coffee and her fifth article of the morning. Two beagle-mix pups squabbled ferociously over who was going to kill the purple pom-pom on the hat at her feet. Another was pulling at her shoelaces. In less than two days, her paper (All the News � That is News in Corbin’s Bend!) was scheduled to hit the printer and distribution. Well, okay�the printer was actually her printer, and she had a grand total of fifty-seven subscribers, but every paper started somewhere. If Corbin’s Bend was ever to hold its collective head high among the other small towns that dotted the highways between Boulder and Denver, then by golly, it had to have some form of media coverage. Ettie was determined to be it.

Culture. Practically from the moment she had moved in, that was what Ettie had brought to this small community. For some of them, it was on a ‘whether they liked it or not’ basis, but she brought them culture anyway.

Or gossip, as Brent Carmichael, the community leader, liked to call it. Well, he could be forgiven for that. He wasn’t a steady subscriber after all, so he probably hadn’t read all those articles that showed the true range of Ettie’s journalistic talents.

Rag mag, Marcus Devon liked to call her paper. He could probably be forgiven too. Busy as he was�what with a new wife, three boys and a new baby on the way, not to mention a thriving practice as the only doctor in town�she’d be seriously surprised if he had enough time in any one day to read his own prescriptions, much less her humble paper. Still, ‘rag mag’ hurt, so who could blame her really if, upon the very rare occasion, she retaliated with an article or two about him?

Menace to polite society, Vance Foster, her neighbor across the street was often reported as having said, referring not just to her paper, but to her as well!

As if he could talk.

Against her will, Ettie’s gaze drifted toward the window. From her desk, she could see him working. Vance Foster, all six-feet-four chiseled inches of him. His garage door was wide open (as usual) and his music blaring so loud that she could practically hear what was being sung word for flippin’ word. He had his shirt off (20 degrees!), showing off his powerful physique as if anyone in their right mind cared to watch; she glared. He was welding today. She hoped he fried his nipples off.

Stealing another sip of coffee, Ettie opened up a new file and typed in her next headliner:

Tragic Accident Disfigures Local Resident.

While creating new chains with which to decorate his draconian home dungeon, local craftsman and owner/operator of W&C Leather and Chainmail�better known to some of the more desperate of Corbin’s Bend’s female residents as Have Paddle, Will Travel�Vance Foster fumbled his blowtorch and suffered a hideous disfigurement.

“Couldn’t have happened to a nicer guy,” one neighbor is reported to have said.

His nipples are scheduled to be buried in Blodgett Cemetery at noon this coming Saturday. In lieu of flowers, please make donations to the Corbin’s Bend Nipple Rehabilitation Center.

That might be a little over the top, but Ettie could hardly be blamed. Vance Foster was a total man-slut. A horn dog. The absolute scourge on what was otherwise a very nice little spanking community.

Pushing her glasses up higher on her nose, her gaze drifted across the street again, pulled as if against her will toward the ripple of all those military trim muscles. Dark hair, gorgeous brown eyes. The man barely bothered to shave, as if he knew just how disgustingly well he rocked that scruffy facial-hair look. And if he did know, then that was just one more strike against him, because that right there was arrogance!

“Oh, here we go,” she muttered, completely unimpressed. Trying to get a closer look, she got up from her computer, tripping over puppies and dragging all three by their teeth and her shoelaces as far as the window. He couldn’t possibly see her from this far away even if he should happen to glance her way, but Ettie still hid herself behind the floor-length curtains.

No longer working, Vance held his cellphone pressed to his ear while making notes in that little black book he carried in his front shirt pocket.

“Booty call,” she said, disgusted. Who was it this time? Not that it mattered to her which misguided woman in this community felt she had no other choice but to illicit that gigolo’s services. Have Paddle, Will Travel�ha! For all that everyone called him that behind his back, he ought to have a plaque advertising that service in his front yard.

She folded her arms across her chest, heartily offended on behalf of all his ‘clients’. Brent should have tossed the man out on his ear the very first time Vance handed out one of his ‘special’ visits. The leatherworking�okay, she could see a need for that. He made very nice�and by all accounts lethal�paddles and straps. The chainmail, she could even see that usefulness. More than one community member delved further into the kinkier realms of BDSM than she did, some preferring master and submissive relationships over that of domestic discipline. But that was okay, too. Different strokes (no pun intended) and all that. But still, a person would have to be blind not to see how offensive that was.

Spank-happy Cassanova. Blight of the neighborhood. One rung up from amoeba on the man-slut scale.

Not that she knew him well enough to make any moral judgments. He’d lived across the street from her for years now, and from the moment she’d found out what his hobbies entailed, she’d not said more than a handful of words to him in all that time. Most days, he worked in his garage. Most nights, he took his phone calls, right out in the open where anybody could spy on�er, watch him. And then he’d shoot his tight little ass out the door, hop in his spank mobile and head out to whatever booty craved his undivided attention. What kind of person did that?

Ettie folded her arms across her chest, frowning and trying hard to pretend as if her own bottom wasn’t tingling with the deeply ingrained need to suffer a little of that kind of attention. As if she’d ever let a man like Vance and one of his grungy garage-made paddles anywhere near her butt. What self-respecting woman would?

A desperate one, that’s what. If forced to be honest, Ettie did understand that kind of desperation. How long had it been (four years, seven months, thirteen days�not that she was counting) since her last spanking? Oh yes, Ettie understood desperation. But she wasn’t that desperate. She’d never be that desperate.

There he went, hanging up his phone and shutting up his garage before heading inside, all long legs, lean hips and lazy sauntering steps. Six-pack abs leading the way, and that gorgeous butt of his rocking those worn denim jeans�oops!

When Vance glanced her way, Ettie flattened herself to the wall. She held her breath, trying not to move (apart from a few involuntary jerks) while the puppies at her feet did their rambunctious best to eat her right out of her shoes. It was a long minute or two before she dared look back out the window. By then, Vance had vanished into his house.

Horn dog.

No, she’d never be as so desperate as to call a man like that. Somebody had to stand up in defense of those who were.

A corner of her mouth curled into a smug little smile and she went back to her computer. Flipping over to the For Sale or Trade section, she whipped up a new ad: Fully furnished Spank Mobile! New whips! New Chains! Blood completely scrubbed out of the back! Take your fun on the road. Multiple compartments hold all necessary tools of the trade, including one extra-long drawer in the back. Perfect for housing all the shovels you’ll ever need to bury the bodies when fun-time is done! Only 70k highway miles and priced to sell!

She snickered. It had been a while since she last sold the Spank Mobile, as she liked to term his work vehicle. Truck, really�a massive extended cab pickup with a shell topper on the back. She’d never seen the inside, but the exterior was lined with doors and drawers and had cubbyholes all over it. Except for the deep blue paint job, it reminded her a lot of the Schwann’s truck that came through the neighborhood twice a month, every month. Only instead of ‘Schwann’s’ in big bold letters, Vance’s vehicle read: ‘W&C. Custom Fit! Special Orders! For All Your Leather and Chainmail Needs.’

Ettie would willingly bet three months’ pay there were chains hanging from the walls inside the back of that truck. It might look like a work truck on the outside, but she was not at all fooled by his mild-mannered Clark Kent like every day display. Oh no. The entire interior of that truck just had to be decked out in full-blown serial killer d�cor. She just knew it. And still that man scored phone call after phone call from women all over Corbin’s Bend.

Maybe she should call him, whispered a traitorous voice inside her head.

As if! She had principles, damn it! And pride! And no matter how hard up she was or how long it had been since her last spanking, she would never�ever�stoop to calling someone like Vance for help.


Stepping out of the shower, Vance hooked a towel off the rack and quickly patted down. He scrubbed his hair until it was mostly dry, then ran a brush through his short dark locks. He needed a haircut. Right now he was in that awkward in-between stage where most of it was too heavy to do anything but just lie there and yet he could probably go another month or so before it became completely unmanageable. It wasn’t military regulation that was for sure. But then, neither was the beard.

He paused to rub his face, examining the three-day old scruff that covered his lip and chin. This wasn’t a beard. It was his ‘winter is coming and that makes a great excuse not to shave every day’ growth. His commanding officer would have had him chopping onions in the mess hall at first sight, but here, not just in Corbin’s Bend, but out in the real world in general, the ladies honestly seemed to like the stubbly look. Irene Harris said it gave him a ‘bad boy’ vibe. Melody Parker said when he wore his leathers, he looked dark and dangerous�like a master out of one of those silly romance novels she liked to read. Or a biker. In her mind there, apparently, wasn’t a lot of difference between the two. And Bernie�ha! Bernie didn’t care how he showed up, just so long as he did show up. She was without a doubt the feistiest sixty-year-old widow he’d ever had the pleasure of putting across his knee. Take twenty years from her or add that to him, and Vance could easily see himself going for Bernie. He loved her spirited playfulness.

Donning a splash of cologne and deodorant, Vance left his towel in the bathroom and walked naked into his bedroom to dress. Jeans, long-sleeved blue and black checkered flannel shirt (maybe he’d look like a scruffy, dangerous biker/lumberjack today) and his work boots. Just before he tucked his dog tags into his shirt, he kissed the back of the one with the bullet hole and then patted it down against his skin. He’d been out of the army now for almost three years, but he still hadn’t taken them off. He probably never would. It was his reminder that life was fleeting and every moment should be made the most of.

Which was what he was doing now. It was one of his reasons for moving to Corbin’s Bend in the first place. Life was too precious to spend hiding in plain sight. It was also too short to waste among people who didn’t feel like he did, think like he did, or believe what he did. He was a dominant man. He wanted a submissive woman, and after years of searching, he knew his best chance of finding that special someone was right here in this community.

He slipped his wallet into his back pocket, his keys in his front right and his little black book full of names and addresses into his left breast pocket. Last of all, he picked up his play bag. Technically, it was an old gym duffel bag, but its days of carrying extra shoes and sweaty clothing was over. These days, everything he needed for his very special�he didn’t get paid for it, but dare he call them ‘customers’?�was neatly packed inside. Two paddles, one large and one small, a wide leather strop, two floggers, a set of restraints, even a collar for those select few ladies who liked the surrender of wearing one. Every last item had been made in his workshop with his own hands. He was good with his hands.

Slinging the strap over his shoulder, Vance headed for his car. With every step, he heard the clink of the restraints, and felt the clatter of the wooden paddles shifting against his hip. Both sound and sensation went straight to his libido. Jenny, their local vet technician, was going to go straight to his libido too. A natural red-head, sassy, smart and completely in love with anything that got her bottom-up over a strong man’s lap, Jenny was the first of Corbin’s Bend’s many single ladies who had leapt at the chance to help him ‘test’ his products. Once a week, steady as clockwork, she still called him to come over and help her count carpet fibers.

A smile tugged at the corner of his mouth despite the piercing cold as he stepped outside to lock his front door and jogged down the three porch steps. Counting carpet fibers. He loved that she called it that. As far as he knew though, when he got her down into position across his knee, with her pants and panties tugged to her ankles and his rose-engraved leather paddle working a fiery cadence from cheek to bare nether cheek, Jenny was usually too busy gasping, squirming, (or kicking and shouting) to bother counting much of anything beyond how many more times that paddle was going to come cracking down again.

Tossing his play bag in on the passenger side of his work truck, Vance shut the door and started around to the driver’s side. As he was rounding the front bumper, a flash of movement from a window in the house across the street caught his eye.

Pausing where he was, Vance’s mouth flattened. That was Ettie Thomas’s house. He couldn’t see her, but he was willing to bet fifty smacks from his old frat paddle that she was hiding behind that curtain, spying on him. He shook his head. Busybody gossip. If there was another submissive in all of Corbin’s Bend who needed her (or his, he didn’t judge) bottom smacked longer or harder than Ettie Thomas, he couldn’t for the life of him think who it was. That woman was a nuisance and that ‘newspaper’ of hers�nothing but a rag mag. It was a wonder Brent allowed her to stay, considering all the articles she’d written about him in her paper. Hell, there wasn’t anyone in their private community who hadn’t starred in at least one article. The local doctor�poor man�had featured in at least half as many of Ettie’s columns as Vance himself, although no one in Corbin’s Bend was featured with anywhere near as much viperous sarcasm and biting wit as he was.

‘Local Man Paints Himself in Honey, Gets Eaten Alive by Bears’ was a good example of that. So was, ‘Corbin’s Bend Tragedy! Nibbled to Death by Squirrels.’ Or, ‘Soviet Toilet Falls From Space, Man Decapitated: His head was found in the bowl. “It was a shitty way to go,” one neighbor was quoted as saying.’ That was a good one too. And how could anyone forget last year’s homage to Halloween: ‘Tired of Chaining Himself in Back of Van, Suicidal Werewolf Stabs Himself With Pitchfork.’

Every time she ran a new article on him in the paper, Larry Reynolds, their resident real estate broker, brought him a copy. Vance actually had a whole stack of them on a shelf in his office. Annoyed as he was each time his name appeared in All the News, those silly things were like Pringles potato chips; he just couldn’t stop reading after one. The woman could write. He’d give her that. He’d even go so far as to say she was doing the community a service by including that Help Wanted section and For Sale or Trade, not to mention some factual articles on local events, celebrations, birthdays, anniversaries, and such. Some of the more elderly folk couldn’t get out and about as easily as he could. Some people worked long hours off community grounds. It was nice to have something to help fill one in on what was going on in the neighborhood.

And, of course, there was also the on-going story in the very back of Ettie’s Paper. It was a romance. To be more specific, it was a spanking romance, and although he never would have imagined that at his most bored he’d find one of those things interesting, Ettie’s stories usually were. With herself listed as the author under the title heading and chapter section, it wasn’t hard to imagine Ettie as the heroine, especially when misbehaviors were being addressed. He’d never confess it aloud, but her stories were the section he always flipped to first. He liked to put himself in the hero’s place, although his willingness to follow the ‘script’ was in direct proportion with how many times he was featured in the rest of the issue’s articles and how many times he’d died.

Vance shook his head. He couldn’t begin to count the number of ways in which she delighted in killing him off. Like her serial stories, some of them were actually quite funny. Most were annoying. One or two had actually pissed him off to the point where he could barely keep from charging across the street, throwing Ettie Thomas across his knee and blistering her backside until she couldn’t do anything but write her paper standing up!

Maybe that was what she wanted. With one hand on the driver’s door handle, Vance frowned at her window, but like a little blonde Whack-A-Mole hyped up on mischief pills, she never did pop her head back out so he could get a good bead on her. From what he’d seen though, no one had gotten a good ‘bead’ on her in years. Pretty as she was with that long blonde hair and naughty librarian glasses, he couldn’t remember ever seeing anyone pick her up for a date. No one stayed for late dinners or spent the night, either. Nobody moved to a community like this unless they were interested in living the lifestyle, but from what he’d seen, like so many other single submissives in Corbin’s Bend, Ettie Thomas wasn’t because she had no one to live it with. Unlike many other single submissives, however, Ettie hadn’t called him.

Not that he’d have gone over there if she had. Vance didn’t have a single masochistic bone in his body. He wasn’t about to offer himself up as more fodder for her paper.

She could use a good spanking, though. Boy, could she ever.

Jenny was waiting for him.

His palm itching, Vance yanked open the driver’s door and hopped up into his truck. He gave her window one last glare as he slipped the key into the ignition and brought the engine rumbling to life. Yeah, his palm was itching all right, but not for Ettie. For years she had made no effort to hide the fact that she disliked him, and she hadn’t done one thing to evoke in him the slightest feeling of fondness for her. Which was probably best for the both of them. If she was his and behaving this badly, she’d be across his knee every single night with her bare bottom blazing so hot it damn near glowed�and knowing her, every single night he’d probably be in jail.

It was a good thing for her that he had such a healthy aversion to prison. She might not know it, but some days that was the only thing that kept her sitting down.

Janet on 04/20/2016 09:05am
Loved it! Maren Smith did it again! I haven't really read many of the Corbin's Bend series but I love Maren Smith so I got this one. My only complaint is it wasn't long enough. It had just the right amount of humor and romance. At times it was laugh out loud funny and at others more serious. The scene with the squirrel was hilarious and Ettie with her many ways to kill off Vance was genius! It was most definitely a good read and would recommend it with 5 stars!
Katy Beth McKee on 05/10/2015 04:14pm
I figured these two would get into some kind of situation but what Vance and Ettie get into really took me by surprise. They face a lot in finding out that each has what the other needs.
DKT on 02/22/2015 07:14pm
Vance and Ettie are both intrigued with each other, even though they won’t admit it. Ettie writes an outrageously false newspaper that often includes the demise of Vance. Vance keeps busy supplying the community with spanking implements and provides discipline to the needy females of Corbin’s Bend. A snowstorm is quickly approaching an unprepared Corbin’s Bend. Vance offers to head to town to gather needed supplies. Ettie goes with him for her own selfish reasons. Halfway into town they run into trouble and are left stranded. Left on their own they are forced to depend on each other to survive. Ettie and Vance come to actually enjoy each other’s company. This is another great addition to the Corbin’s Bend series. This book has it all humor, suspense, adventure, love, and spankings.
Etta Stark on 02/04/2015 02:33pm
You know what, Maren Smith is so very, very good at this sort of thing. This book was an absolute joy and a delight from beginning to end. The two heroes, Ettie and Vance are wonderfully hilarious. Ettie writes a baffling sounding newsletter full of made up news stories largely involving the entirely fictional and often bizarre deaths of her neighbour, Vance. Vance runs a handmade spanky implements business which, to be honest, feels like a slightly more useful contribution to the Bend than Ettie's. In order to test out his products, Vance has accumulated a bevy of accommodating female residents ready and eager to go over his lap. That's the type of community service I could totally get on board with, to be honest. The pair dislike one another intensely. Or do they? Or are these strong feelings of hate merely masking much deeper passions below? What do you reckon? The set up is marvellous. It's like a 1930s screwball comedy - all witty put-downs and simmering passions. Ettie and Vance find themselves stranded in the middle of nowhere during a snowstorm. Being near-frozen, soaking wet and without any kind of food for several days isn't the sort of situation that's going to put anyone in the best of moods but Ettie and Vance get through it. In fact with all the sexy and spanky shenanigans (because of course there is!), they get through it rather well. And they do have some food in their shack in the middle of nowhere after Vance kills a squirrel leading to my absolute favourite lines in a book stuffed full of corking dialogue.
elizabeth on 02/04/2015 02:28pm
I LOVE Maren Smith and Corbins Bend and this book did not disappoint. The characters are well thought out with great back stories. They are both very engaging. I couldn't put it down. Thanks for another amazing read!
soundslikefun13 on 02/02/2015 06:54pm
Why can't I live in Corbin's Bend. I loved this author and this series. She makes the characters come alive. Ettie and Vance are great characters that you can't help but cheer for, especially when Ettie gets what she has been asking for.
Adaline Raine on 01/27/2015 05:23pm
This is the first I've read in season 3 and only the second or third in the whole series, as you can tell I'm a bit backlogged. So, when I grabbed the sample and fell hard for the 'bad boy' with the swagger and bag of paddles, I knew I needed to buy it ASAP. I waited a bit, hoping to use it as a reward but I re-read the sample and caved. That should be an offense that has repercussions, you know? Holy hell the sparks flying between these two is enough to light a big enough fire to keep them warm for a month. I actually got really, and I mean really irritated with Ettie myself. I couldn't believe her attitude and how awful she acted to Vance, besides killing him off every week in her newspaper for years, in person. Urgh! I really wanted to go find a paddle and bend her over myself! I mean, 'if ever there was a sub in all of Corbin's Bend needing some good correction', yeah, I was all aboard with Vance's observation. I literally said out loud, "Go get her!!!!" I am not usually so verbal or demanding while reading, but my goodness, the chemistry had me all a flutter. And his looks, and his eyes, and those hands! Ettie says his hands are hard enough without his paddles. *swoon* If you are looking for your next book boyfriend, look no further. No seriously. He's handsome, and sexy, and sweet, and funny, and sexy, and kind, and offers his services to others in need, and sexy...did I mention sexy? I was practically drooling as I watched through the window with Ettie. I won't spoil the ending but the idea of him walking towards me...let's say it does naughty things to your insides! Well, and your outsides... and damn near all your parts. He's the full package, and she's a lucky woman to be all cuddled up on him. True, it was to save his life, but what's in the detail? Excellent story by Maren Smith. Five strong stars. I can't wait to check out the rest of the season and other Corbin Bend stories.
madpuss on 01/18/2015 02:10am
I so enjoyed this story. It was fun to read and full of humour. I liked how the relationship developed. The characters seemed so real it drew you straight into the story. Poor Ettie was dying to be spanked but too afraid to ask Vance to do what he'd done for so many others in case she was seen as desperate. So instead she gives him a hard time constantly in the funniest of ways. You couldn't help but love Vance and wish for a HEA for the both of them. I did like how Ettie was smart on numerous occasions and was responsible for them surviving. I couldn't put it down. Great story.
Marybeth on 01/17/2015 03:55pm
In the next installment of Corbin’s Bend, we meet Ettie. She is the woman who writes the newspaper (or gossip rag to most of the dominant partners in Corbin’s Bend) She lives across the street from Vance Forester, who makes leather and wood items for the Corbin’s Bend community. He is also single and provides a service to the single ladies of the community, he is willing to spank them. They nicknamed him Have paddle, Will Travel. Ettie has always been bothered by Vance. She tells herself it is because he is a man-slut, a horn dog, but I think it is much more because he intrigues her. When there is a blizzard coming to Corbin’s Bend, she volunteers to help get supplies (because she needs a toner cartridge for her copier) for the community and Ettie gets assigned to go with Vance. Eventually, they get stranded and Ettie has to help Vance get to a cabin after he falls in a creek. She strips him and helps him regain circulation. They eventually get to know one another along with lots of spankings. There is a HEA, but the journey there is lots of fun. I give this story 4 stars.
Stephanie on 01/16/2015 04:42pm
A Hopkins on 01/15/2015 05:35pm
Oh my goodness! Great characters, just the right touches of humor and heat and together it all makes a domestic discipline book you just can't put down.
Meg on 01/14/2015 07:13pm
It's winter in Corbin's Bend and three groups head into nearby towns to resupply the Bend in case the snow is worse than expected. Ettie, a resident for the past four years, is determined to bring culture to the Bend in the form of her newspaper that she not only publishes but has the freedom to write whatever she wishes - and what she wishes is to write about her neighbor across the street, frequently killing him off in very creative ways in her paper. She's decided that any man that goes out to administer spankings upon demand is not only a horn-dog, he deserves every word she can write. When she is desperate to pick up toner for her printer, even being paired with Vance won't deter her. Neither one is thrilled to be in the same truck and even less so when that truck goes off the road. Can they put aside their differences in order to survive a blizzard or are both too stubborn to admit that each is exactly what the other needs? This is another great addition to the Corbin's Bend series. The spankings are hot and the emotional attractions are deep. I'd recommend to anyone who likes a bit of sass and snappy dialogue along with the snap of a palm against a bare backside.
JK on 01/10/2015 09:56am
I always have to start a Corbin's Bend book with "As always, this was a great book", but the whole premise of this series is just soooo good!! Anyway, this one continues the tradition of super fun and sexy with great spankings! Ettie is a great character that you love and laugh with from the very first page. And Vance...super hot and very sexy alpha male, Yum! The best part about these books is that while they are all a great read, they are also very different and stand alone without having to read them in any order!! Start with any book in the series and ENJOY!!!
Laura on 01/10/2015 09:27am
Ettie Thomas is the Editor of All The News - That Is News In Corbin's Bend. Vance Foster is her neighbor. He is the owner of Whips And Chains'. He also has a side business she named, 'Have Paddle...Will Travel'. To say that Ettie is not the least bit fond of him is an understatement. Ettie runs out of toner, the store is out and there is a snowstorm heading towards Corbin's Bend. She asks Brent if she can tag along with whomever is going on a supply run. She ends up driving with Vance and needless to say fireworks ensue. I loved this new addition to the series. Marin Smith is a wonderful writer who's story had me smiling for the get go. The premise, dialog and spankings will have you reading this story in one sitting. I have been been a fan of her's for a long time. Marin has written another winner.
SH on 01/10/2015 09:03am
I loved everything about this book, it is a fantastic addition to this series! Ettie just cracked me up and man, Vance was HOT, together they were perfect. Loved the storyline, I was hooked from page one and didn't stop reading until I finished it! Don't miss this one!
Kathy B on 01/10/2015 08:54am
I think this is my favorite book in the Corbin' s bend series. It kept me interested until the very end. The 2 of them are stuck together in a cabin with only each other. They find there's more to a person then what the public sees.
SL on 01/10/2015 07:40am
I loved this story. It is Corbin’s Bend, but not heavily about the community. It is about Vance and Ettie. Ettie is a bitter single journalist that lives in Corbin’s Bend. She is constantly spying on Vance and writing nasty things about him. The story is one of survival when a sudden snow storm hits. The spankings were with hand and switch. There were a few sexual scenes, but really they were not very graphic. It was a quick good short read. Short, but it did cover all issues and had a happy ending.
Sarah Thomas on 01/10/2015 12:18am
Another great book in the Corbin Bend series....Ettie is a mouthy brat who publishes the weekly newsletter in Corbin's bend. Not everything she writes is true and her favorite person to torment is her neighbor Vance. A snowstorm throws Vance and Ettie together and they must work together to survive. I liked that even though Ettie was mouthy, see was very smart and clever and ended up being responsible for saving Vance's life. I loved the ending to this book, I highly recommend this book.
Redrabbitt on 01/09/2015 08:33pm
I absolutely loved this addition to the Corbin's Bend series. It had the suspenseful, as well as, the numerous laughing out loud moments. You can't help but like Vance, his dominance jumps off the pages. Ettie and Vance seem to butt heads, but then again, she instigates most of the issues, not only with him but with the other HoH in Corbin's Bend. Etta being a writer/journalist, abuses her power of the press with her fictitious stories. The storyline kept me captivated, especially when they nearly died while in the snow storm. The dialogue between them was entertaining. I loved the ending and have really enjoyed all the Corbin's Bend books. As with all the books in this series, they each will read as a standalone but complement each other with the inclusion of characters from previous books.

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