Today is my inaugural WIP IT UP Wednesday post.  I’m excited to be participating.  Thanks to Melody Parks for creating and hosting the hop.

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The except I’m sharing today comes from my current WIP, Learning to Live Again, which is slated to be the final book for Season Two of the Corbin’s Bend series.

Synopsis

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 have 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?



 

The snippet I’m sharing today comes from just after the family has moved into Corbin’s Bend. It’s only their second full day there. Several of the men of the community came over the day before to help Grant to move the furniture into the house. Now, several of the women are coming over to help Lainie work on the unpacking. Lainie, however, is not at all sure about that idea.

She finally located the cereal. Someone had stuffed it into an empty clothes basket, which made absolutely no sense. She puzzled over it for a moment but rapidly decided she didn’t have the brainpower to try to make sense of it this early in the morning. Luckily, the basket containing the cereal also contained a small container of coffee. Coffee gave her hope she might actually have a functioning brain before lunch. Miraculously, the coffee pot was sitting on the counter in plain sight. She stepped over a few boxes, pushing them out of the way as she went, and started coffee. She made a larger pot this morning that she normally would have for just herself and Grant. Her house might be a total wreck, but she could at least offer her guests coffee.

Grant came in just as the coffee was beginning to brew, filling the kitchen with its rich aroma. He was shower damp and freshly shaved, dressed in neatly pressed tan slacks and a light blue, short-sleeved button-down shirt that set off his auburn hair. He carried in a lightweight navy blazer over his arm. He had his orientation for his new job at Sandy Ridge College this morning, and he clearly wanted to make a good impression. It was still a rarity to see him out of uniform, but Lainie couldn’t deny she appreciated the sight.

“Thank God, you found the coffee.” he said, weaving his way through the boxes and bending to kiss her. He smelled wonderful, like soap and aftershave and that unidentifiable scent that was uniquely him.

“Uh-huh,” Lainie murmured, snuggling sleepily against Grant. “Another few minutes and I might even find cups.”

Grant chuckled. “Who needs cups? We’ll just drink from the pot.”

Lainie laughed quietly. “Oh no you don’t, I’m sharing that coffee with the women who come this morning. They might be coming into a disaster area, but I can at least offer them coffee.”

“Okay, fine, if you insist…” Grant teased. He kissed her once more, hard enough to leave her breathless, then turned away and cheerfully began sorting through the various boxes.

It took several moments of careful breathing before Lainie could will her heart to stop pounding and gain some control over the sudden fire humming in her veins. “You’re in a good mood this morning,” she said. “What‘s got you so happy?”

Grant shrugged. “Can’t I just want to kiss my wife?”

“Of course you can,” Lainie replied. He could. It wasn’t as if he never did. In point of fact, Grant was generally affectionate, or he had been once, and even at their most distant he had always been good about remembering to kiss her hello and goodbye, even if it was often quick and perfunctory. There had been nothing whatsoever perfunctory about that kiss. “I was just surprised,” she went on. “You seem to be in an exceptionally good mood.”

“It’s a new day and a new start,” Grant said. “What’s not to be happy about?”

“Having a house full of strangers for a start,” Lainie grumbled. “How am I supposed to entertain these women when I can’t even find a damn coffee cup? This is ridiculous. Nobody wants a bunch of strangers barging in before they can even get unpacked. Who in their right mind would think this is a good idea?”

“They’re coming to help you,” Grant reminded her. “I’m sure no one expects to be entertained, and no one is coming to inspect your housekeeping. They know we just moved in.”

Lainie snorted. “Shows what you know. They’ll notice. Women always notice.”

What do you think? Will they? Won’t they? Let me know, and while you’re at it don’t forget to check out all the other great writers on the hop.