One of my favorite things about Corbin’s Bend is the sense of community. The residents there feel a real sense of connection to one another. They value being neighborly in a way that very few communities do in the modern era. Neighbors help each other out. For Lainie, who isn’t used to living this way, it comes as a surprise in the beginning.
Far too soon for her comfort, there was a knock at the door. She opened the door to find her mentor, Venia Varner, along with two women she didn’t recognize. Both were around her own age, unlike Venia, who was likely in her 50s. One had long, very pale blonde hair, several shades lighter than Lainie’s own and the lithe, elegant build of a dancer. She had a baby carrier hooked on one arm and carried a cane in the other. The other was as dark as the first was fair with brown hair and eyes and a fuller more curvy build.
“Good morning!” Venia said cheerfully as Lainie stepped back to let them in. “How was your first night?”
“It was fine,” Lainie said noncommittally. Though Venia had been assigned as her mentor, they didn’t really know each other very well yet. They had met back in the spring when Lainie and Grant had first flown out here to meet with the housing board and had spoken on the phone a few times since then, but they were still essentially strangers. Still, Lainie found herself liking the older lady.
“Good,” Venia said. She stepped aside to let the other ladies into the house. “Lainie, this is Cadence Devon,” she said, gesturing to the blonde woman, “and the little one here is her daughter, Anna.” She smiled at the baby, her eyes lighting up with sheer delight, before turning to the other woman . “This is Julie Renton. I think you know Julie’s husband, Matt. I know he was here yesterday.”
Lainie nodded. “Matt is Grant’s mentor. It’s nice to meet you both. You’ll have to excuse the mess. The men got all of the furniture in yesterday, but we’re still buried in boxes, obviously.” She glanced around, indicating the boxes that were scattered throughout the rooms around them.
“Don’t worry about it, honey,” Venia replied, dismissing Lainie’s concern with a wave of her hand. “That’s what we’re here for.”
“I appreciate you coming to help,” Lainie told them. She honestly did appreciate the thought, even though at the moment she would much rather they had been anywhere but here. The thought of anyone seeing her or her house in this kind of mess wasn’t at all appealing. “I have coffee in the kitchen if you’d like some.”
Tired of increasing chaos in his family life and the distance that is growing between him and his wife, Lainie, Grant Taylor decides the only way to save his marriage is to get back to the domestic discipline lifestyle he grew up with. When he finds Corbin’s Bend on the Internet, he is certain it is the perfect place for them to start over.
Exhausted and tired of juggling everything herself, Lainie reluctantly agrees to her husband’s suggestion. However, she is new to the lifestyle and more than a little uncertain about it. To make matters worse, their 15-year-old daughter Kathleen is convinced they had moved her into some kind of weird spanking cult. She is miserable and not at all shy about letting everybody know it.
Will moving to Corbin’s Bend be their saving grace, or will it be the final straw that tears them apart?
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