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?
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?
I was really excited
about reading this book because overall I haven’t read a Corbins book that I
haven’t enjoyed. With this one, it was a
new one for me because I haven’t read anything by Ms. Alexander before. Which this is one of things that I do love
about this series because I get to find new authors who I would give a shot to
reading again in the future.
Now, onto the
review!
I felt a little bit disappointed
when I was reading the story because of how quickly it all progressed. It felt as though Violet and Charles met, and
then they jumped into a relationship right away. To me, I was hoping for a bit more of a draw
out when it came to the two of them initially getting together. Now, don’t get me wrong, there was still a
fair amount of drama that happened later on in the book, but the beginning to
me just felt rushed.
I did think that the
main characters, Violet and Charles, were really well described in the
book. It was very easy to picture them
while I was reading, and I enjoyed that a lot.
I did think that between the two of them, the relationship was pretty
equal; they both gave each other what they wanted.
I do believe that this
book was a good addition to the Corbin’s Bend series, and I really can’t wait
for the next one. I will also be looking
into other books by this author in the future!
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As they made their way across the
grassy knoll in the large park situated next to the community pool, the sound
of children splashing and playing filled the air. The wind rustled through the
leaves blowing all around them. The sight of the leaves dancing to the rhythm
of the wind, just as the sun kissed her face, sent waves of contentment over
her entire being. The feeling grew as Charles started whistling a tune as he
walked beside her.
“You know,” she said as she plucked a
sweet yellow wild flower from the grass in front of her and tucked it behind
her ear, “I have not felt this relaxed in as long as I can remember.”
Gracefully, she stretched her arms toward the sky allowing them to relax along
with the muscles in her entire body.
A realization dawned on her as she
looked over at the strong, yet peaceful face beside her. Charles always seemed
to have an ease about him. “How do you do it?” she asked, bewildered.
“How do I do what?” He crooked an
eyebrow up in question.
“You always look relaxed, comfortable
in your own skin.” She looked up into his eyes and broke out into a grin. “And
you always have this look in your eye like you know some great secret that the
rest of us aren’t privy to. I guess you just look happy.”
He chuckled, looking a bit perplexed.
“Well that’s probably because I am. Aren’t you?” he asked, his hand brushed her
shoulder in a familiar way as if it was the most natural thing in the world to
do. She had to admit she didn’t mind.
The birds called to each other from
tree to tree as she thought about what she was trying to say. “Happy? I mean
sure, I love my job. There’s just no time for anything else. Nothing. I live,
eat, and breathe my career.” The muscles in her shoulders tightened as she
spoke. “You know I have always thought that it was just a part of it and that’s
fine. But then I met you,” she said, wrinkling her forehead. His hand had
almost by instinct found her areas of stress. She sighed luxuriating in the
magic his fingers worked. “You have as high powered of a career as I do. You’re
an attorney for goodness sakes,” she said with exasperation. “Yet, here you
are, taking the time to show me around all the while whistling a tune and you
look like you’re truly enjoying yourself. Since we’ve been out here, it’s
dawned on me that this is the most relaxed I’ve been since I took my job.” She
felt confused, agitated even, at this realization.
She shivered as he reached out and
straightened the flower in her hair. Her heart palpitated every time he touched
her.
“Do you think it’s because you don’t
allow yourself to relax?” He quirked an eyebrow at her. “Do you ever take the
time to do something just for the sake of enjoying it?” he asked.
Surprised by this, she looked sharply
over at him. “No, there’s never any time. I always have a deadline looming. The
paperwork is endless. Aren’t you afraid if you take a break that everything
will fall to shit?” she asked, consternation breaking over her.
“No, honestly, I don’t.” He looked
her levelly in the eye. “The work’s not going anywhere. Even if you miss out on
one deal, there will always be another. If I want to be productive, I need to
be a balanced person. To do that, it’s imperative to me to take time out to
focus on myself. That means taking time to work out, to go for a run or to
focus on my personal interests and passions for a bit. In fact, that’s how I
wound up in Corbin’s Bend. It’s important to me to be free to be who I am.”
Violet’s eyes snapped up quickly as
their conversation was interrupted by a faint smacking sound carried across the
lawn. Was that what she thought it was? She looked across the lawn, shading her
eyes against the sun, to see a couple standing near a park bench a little ways
away. A woman was getting her bottom spanked soundly as the man she was with
rained smacks down just below her sit spot on her upper thighs. The woman
struggled fiercely not only to keep her dress down, but was also doing her best
to evade the spanking. The woman was kicking her feet earnestly causing her
sundress to work its way up her thighs.
She darted her tongue out to lick her
suddenly dry lips. Her heart thundered under her breast bone. She knew she
should probably look away, but she couldn’t bring herself to avert her eyes.
She was mesmerized by the scene in front of her as heat flooded her body
against her will. She could feel Charles watching her watch the chastisement
unfold before her.
It was over practically as soon as it
started. The stern looking man led the sheepish looking woman away to where
Violet could only guess they would finish the spanking in private. The couple
looked nowhere near done.
Trying to gain her composure, she took a deep cleansing
breath and tried to act as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.
Charles gave her a deep and
meaningful look. “I’m curious, Violet. You know what kind of community this is.
You don’t even bat an eye at the references or things that go on here. In fact,
judging by your reaction to what we just saw,, I would say that you are
intrigued.”
Violet could feel the flush of heat
color her face and she tried to find anywhere to look but into Charles
scrutinizing gaze. “Everleigh has mentioned that you have been her biggest
support in both entering a domestic discipline relationship with Rob and moving
here. I’m just wondering if this isn’t as new to you as I thought.”
She cleared her throat nervously.
“It’s not,” she practically whispered, bending down to pick a large blade of
grass to have something to do with her hands.
“Violet,” Charles asked, tipping her
face up to look him in the eye. “Have you ever been spanked?”
“I have,” she admitted, her ears
burning while she fervently wished the earth could swallow her whole. “It was a
long time ago.” The words tumbled from her mouth. “I had a boyfriend once who
liked to spank me.”
He took a step toward her, his
presence filled her senses. “And what about you, Violet, do you like to be
spanked?” he asked, his voice a rich low tone.
“Yes,” she squeaked, her eyes darting
as she tried to find anywhere to look but him.
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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