High powered
business woman, Violet Walker, has long left her artistic days behind. That is
until her best friend, Everleigh Harris, invites her to Corbin's Bend for an
art festival. What Everleigh doesn't know is that Violet hasn't been able to
paint a single brush stroke since turning her back on her submissive desires
and spanking needs in college. When she meets charismatic and drop dead
gorgeous Charles her world is turned completely upside down. Will Violet,
overworked, burnt out, and in denial of her deepest wants and desires, be able
to surrender when love knocks on her door?
Charles
Robinson, President of the discipline Board in Corbin’s Bend and longtime
resident, adores the community he lives in and the freedom it provides for all
who live there. Raised in a traditional family; love and discipline are a way
of life for him. There’s nothing he wants more than a marriage just like his
parents where spanking and romance go hand in hand, even if that means holding
out for true love. Is Violet just the kind of woman he’s looking for?
Will Violet
risk the life she’s built for herself in blood, sweat, and tears for the
undeniable connection she has with Charles, the utter bliss and contentment she
feels when she’s over his lap? Can Charles convince Violet she really can have
it all? Will this trip be just what she needs to rekindle all that she has lost
since joining the corporate world?
In A Brush of Violet our
MC, Violet, discovered her need for a submissive relationship when she had just
started college. Like many of that age it was a time of self discovery and
adventure, but also a time where she was still easily swayed by the opinions of
her parents. She felt their wisdom was better than hers and she turned her back
to that need. As time went on and she developed a lucrative career she realized
something was missing. Soon the pull was too irresistible for her to deny any
longer and she took the leap head first back into a spanking relationship.
There’s a familiar thread here for me personally. I fully
could identify tangibly my desire for spanking in high school. I played around
with a few boyfriends in this regard although not very seriously. I was young,
free, and knew my mind. However along came marriage, kids, and real life
including fearsome “what will others think.” By this time I had identified my
true desires enough to worry that I was completely nuts. Haha! The need to
conform came strongly in my early 20’s while raising my young family. If my
family were to read that they would literally laugh out loud. I’m not known for
being the most sheep like in the family, but I have always cared a bit too much
about what others thought of me. It took me nine years of marriage to come out
fully to my husband about my true desires. What came next was honestly the best
time of my entire marriage. It was a definite eureka moment. Everything fell
into place…finally! My conclusion is that if there is a desire burning inside
of you that you are denying it’s time to stop. It’s not going away and you will
only be so much happier once you let it out and come to terms with it. I wish I
had so much sooner! I’m glad Violet finally gave in to hers as well!
He led her over to the clubhouse to the room he had mentioned the
day before, the one that needed a special key to enter.
He led her into the dimly lit room. The first thing she noticed
was that the soundproof padding she was expecting to see on the walls was completely
concealed behind tasteful paneling. The room was warm and inviting, yet there
was a distinct air of being strictly serviceable too. Along one side of the
room sat several chairs that looked like might be for observers as there were
about four in a row. There was also a straight back chair with no arms toward
the center of the room and an arm chair toward the wall. A couch sat against a
far wall.
However, what caught her attention was an apparatus in the right
hand corner of the room. It was a bench of sorts. The end facing toward the
room was just slightly lower than waist high. There was a padded bench that
laid flat and then angled down toward the floor. There were cuffs around the
legs of the front part of the bench and at the end of the bench along a bar.
Charles made his way toward a closet on the end of the room that
the bench was on. The sight that beheld her as he opened the closet door made
her gasp. There hanging on the wall behind the door was an array of every
implement that she could imagine awaiting a naughty bottom to be applied to.
There were floggers, belts, straps, paddles, and canes. They were in every
shape, size, and type of spanking implement that there was. Violet shuddered in
anticipation as she fingered a long supple strap made of leather. There was
something about leather that made her knees go weak, but it was the jingle of
the belt as it was unbuckled, the whir of air as it slid through its loops, and
the crack of the leather against bare flesh that always got her. There was something
deliciously alpha about a man who wielded a belt.
Corinne Alexander is an erotic spanking romance writer who
loves nothing more than to snuggle up with a cup of coffee, a warm blanket, and
a steaming hot erotic romance. She enjoys strong alphas, feisty heroines, and a
good old fashioned spanking romance. A Brush of Violet (Corbin’s Bend) is her
debut novella. Corinne’s favorite kind
of day is when she can slip away into nature to get lost in her daydreams (spinning
her fantasies) with the forest floor under her feet, the wind rustling through
her hair, and sunbeams kissing her face. 
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