Everleigh has waited for weeks for her fiancé’s return. Rob had been overseas for six weeks and his absence was almost more than Ever could take. Even knowing that he was going to take her over his knee for ignoring his instructions didn’t dampen her desire to have him home.
After a few weeks of constant togetherness, Rob sees a change in the woman he loves. As their wedding draws closer, his sweet Ever was threatening to turn into one of those horrid Bridezillas. He decides she needs a different project, one that captured her artistic spirit.
Ever is all for following this order but finds her original plans change when she learns of a project that will allow her to honor the men and women who serve their country.
The residents pull together to help these injured soldiers. Tory’s husband, John, needs more than his wife’s love and as a fellow resident of this special community, Rob takes on a project of his own.
Ever finds that art takes many forms and hope is everlasting as long as there are people in the world that reach out to help their fellow man.
I really enjoyed this addition to the Corbin’s Bend series! I can’t exactly put my finger on why I enjoyed it so much, but there was just something about it that really struck close to home for me personally.
I do think that Ms. Ryan did a great job with Everleigh’s character, making her very “forgetful minded” without making her ditzy. Which considering how Everleigh is, that was a very fine line to follow. I also thought that Rob was a great character, and ended up working things out rather well with Everleigh.
Now, onto the best part, I freaking LOVED what Ms. Ryan did with Everleigh’s “secret project”. I thought that it was really great to see how the community worked together so well with everything, and were able to pull off such a huge task.
Overall, I did enjoy this book and I would recommend it to anyone.
Oh yes, Season Three is shaping up to be a very good one for the residents of Corbin’s Bend, both new and old. Having met Everleigh in A Brush of Violet, reading Ever Lasting Hope felt a lot like meeting up with and hanging out with an old friend. In fact, I felt so comfortable with Ever’s character that I did something I don’t normally do when reading a book – I read Ever Lasting Hope while reading other books. I would read a couple of chapters, put it down for a day or two to read a book that was due on my review schedule, come back and read another chapter or two, read another book, rinse and repeat. This is not something I can normally do. Unless I am reading two entirely different genres, I generally finish a book before starting the next one. But because of how well I remembered Ever, I was able to stretch out my time with her and I enjoyed that immensely.
I really liked this addition to Corbin’s Bend. As Ever and Rob’s wedding grows near, Ever finds herself missing Rob and becoming more anxious about his return and their upcoming nuptials. While six weeks may not seem like a very long separation for most people, being the Taken in Hand to an HoH who is out of town on business for six weeks has limited Ever’s access to the firm hand she needs to feel centered. It’s not surprising that Rob has to provide consequences for broken rules upon his return home and while the spanking was unpleasant for Ever as she received it, it was obvious how much she needed it afterwards. Unfortunately for Ever (but fortunately for the reader), the spanking was not quite enough to remind her of the rules or to help her keep her temper in check and Rob and Ever agree upon introducing maintenance spankings. Yikes! That was my initial reaction to the first maintenance spanking. While it wasn’t anything I would have agreed to, its positive effects on Ever were not missed by me, especially as her stress levels increased as the wedding date neared. I loved the chemistry between Rob and Ever. It was obvious how much he loved her (and not just because of the spankings) and their connection was palpable – which definitely translated to some hot bedroom scenes!
My only actual complaint about the book is due to my real-world professional training trying to rear its ugly head in Corbin’s Bend. One of the biggest issues between Ever and Ben is her failure to eat regularly when she gets caught up in a project. I understood how easy it was for Ever to get engrossed in her activities and forget to eat – as someone who spends hours online every day, I am very aware of how easy it is the lose track of time. I completely understood Ben’s concerns and that he felt it important to implement rules regarding the behavior. The implementation of punishment for Ever’s failure to take care of her health and for not telling Rob about it was consistent with the Domestic Discipline lifestyle. But because of my training, I kept wanting to yell at them, “Would someone set a freaking alarm or timer to remind the woman to eat? Please.” Did this issue ruin the reading experience for me? Absolutely not. This was a personal sticking point for me because of my profession and something that I doubt the majority of readers will notice. In fact, I am already looking forward to reading Ever Lasting Hope again as well as more of Ms. Ryan’s writing. I’m also looking forward to the next book in Corbin’s Bend Season Three as well.
Rob moved away to walk across the room to retrieve his briefcase. Placing it on the bed, he dialed the combination to unlock it. Ever couldn’t help a small flinch as the latches popped open. Opening the lid, he gave her a smile. “I brought you something.”
Ever moved to him, her eyes drawn to what appeared to be a riot of color filling his briefcase. She gasped as he lifted the item, giving it a small shake to allow it to unfold. Smiling, she stepped even closer, her fingers reaching out to stroke the fabric. It was a robe, the sleek, soft texture of the fabric telling her that it was silk.
“It’s beautiful,” she whispered, the design appearing as he held it out. The colors were vibrant and seemed to shimmer in the soft lighting of their bedroom. A huge monarch butterfly filled the back, its wings encompassing the sleeves to move around the front. Wearing it would be as if she were enveloped in the embrace of a butterfly fresh from its cocoon. “Thank you, Rob.”
“You’re welcome.” Rob smiled as he laid the robe on the bed, picking up another item and handing it to her. “Open it.”
Ever smiled as she untied the ribbon and pulled off the paper. Her face heated as she realized what it was. Lifting her eyes, she saw his grin. What man brought his fiancée such a gift? Suddenly, she smiled as well – her man did. Her wonderful, loving and dominant man had actually searched through some store or stall on his journeys and held this in his hands, thinking how it would feel to wield it against his fiancée’s backside. Just as the silk robe showed his love, so did this thin wooden paddle. She stroked her fingers against the carvings, the flowers and leaves beautifully done, intricate in their design and yet simple in their beauty.
“It’s beautiful, thank you.”
Rob took it from her, turning it over in his hands. Setting it on top of the robe, he took her arms in his hands. “You are beautiful.” With a final kiss, he slowly tugged down the zipper of her dress. Sliding the material off her shoulders, his hands guided it down her body, his fingertips brushing against the skin he bared. With the dress just beneath her breasts, he bent and placed a kiss on the nipples pressing against the lace of her bra, drawing a deep moan with each kiss. Sliding the dress further, the tip of his tongue dipped into the depression of her navel, her body beginning to quiver. Moving lower, the dress was tugged over her hips and allowed to fall to the floor.
Ever felt like a piece of art as she watched Rob sit back on his heels, his head slightly tilted as he stared at her as if she were a statue or a painting he had never seen before. She watched as he bent a bit forward and saw his grin widen. His eyes drifted up to find hers. Rob lifted his eyebrow in that special way that had her blushing and stumbling just a bit as he turned her around. She heard him chuckle and shivered as his fingers traced along the bow that spanned the width of her ass. Her eyes fluttered closed for a moment and she gave a small gasp as he bent forward to kiss the small area of her cheeks that weren’t covered by the lace before turning her back around.
“I repeat, you are beautiful. Love the undies, Miss Harris, new?”