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Okay, so this post is waaayy overdue. Pretty terrible really. I think since the last time I posted I've had at least four books published, started two new series-The Doms of Decadence and Men of Orion, and last but not least had a baby. She is now nine months old. Boy, time does fly.
Short post...have to find out what my too-quiet baby is up to!

P.S new book coming out 30th April...Sinfully Yours, Sir http://goo.gl/X5PtVf
 Here is a little excerpt:


Climbing from the warmth of the blankets, she quickly ran around the room, gathering up her clothes and pulling them on. Her head pounded as she moved, protesting her lack of sleep. Hopping around on one leg, she was attempting to get her jeans on when the door to the room opened, surprising her.
She fell back on her ass, staring up at Dylan.
“Tilly! Are you okay?” Dylan strode over towards her, looking down at her in concern. “Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, I don’t think so.”
She took the hand he held out, letting him pull her to her feet. She rubbed her butt.
“You hurt your bottom? Let me look.”
“What? No, it’s fine.” She squeaked as he turned her. She hadn’t managed to get her jeans up her legs so she only wore a t-shirt and panties.
Dylan pulled her panties down over her ass.
“Dylan!” she protested, trying to turn and push away his hand.
“Stand still,” he told her firmly as he ran his hand over her butt cheeks. “They don’t appear bruised.”
“I’m fine. Just clumsy and embarrassed.”
Dylan replaced her panties. “Once this is all over we need to do some lingerie shopping. I want to see you in something lacy. And red.”
“Really?” she said, slightly turned on at the idea of shopping for panties with him.“Hmm.” He turned her back around and kissed her. “I have dreams of seeing you in lacy, red panties and nothing else.”

Well, I'm about 12000 words into Kylie's story and thought it was time for an sneak peak. The following isn't edited:


“And I don’t want to hear you disparage this beautiful body. We’re going to get you healthy again, that’s very important. But no matter what size you are stunning, beautiful girl.”
He moved her hair over onto one side before kissing his way down her back. Dropping to his knees, he disappeared behind her, but she could feel his lips against her lower back. Then he kissed the top of her ass.
Kylie stepped forward, dropping her hands to cover her bottom.
“Stop,” Reagan ordered. She froze, wishing she could ignore the command in his voice. “Hands back on your head and step back to me.”
She shook her head. She couldn’t.
“That’s another ten minutes of corner time. We’re up to twenty now, do you want to make it thirty?” he asked.
God, she hated standing naked in the corner like a naughty child. But she couldn’t let him touch her there.
“Kylie, I want to give you your reward, but if you continue to disobey me then we’re going to both be disappointed. Don’t you want your reward, baby?”
She did, she really, really did.
“Then do as I say. Trust me, Kylie. I would never hurt you.”
She couldn’t keep running from each hurdle she faced. It was time to be brave.
Kylie raised her hands and took a step back.

Well, its an exciting day today for me!! Release of my new webpage. I'm so thrilled with it and pleased I finally have one:
http://laylahroberts.com

Rae Monet did a fantastic job. Not sure about the newsletter part yet, though. I can't figure out that part. I think I might just stick with blogging and Facebook :-).

Other part of the exciting news is that Held: Alia's story is out at Amazon. This was a really short story and I expanded it. It's still not that long at about 81 pages, but I have added quite a bit and re-edited it. Kylie's story will be out next.

and then its a tough choice--Derrick's story? Or Savannah and her men?
Hmmm, choices, choices

I'm excited to announce I'll be starting a new series very soon--Decadence series. We'll be revisiting some old characters from Her Old-Fashioned Boss and will definitely be meeting up once more with Sam, Roarke, Ava and their friends. I'm actually planning on the first story being Derrick, who we met in Her Old-Fashioned Love.

When I'm reading a book, I love revisiting old characters, seeing how characters are getting on. After all, they become like old friends, right?

At the moment, though, I'm working on re-editing the next two stories in the Rayshod series. These should be out soon on Amazon and Blushing Books. I hope to do a few more Sci-fi books in the future. So many stories, so little time :-)
Laylah

Laken's Surrender (Haven, book 2) just released on Amazon today. Yay!
Here's an excerpt:

“It’s much hotter in real life, though.” Savannah fanned herself. “I swear if Logan and Max stepped through that door right now I’d jump them.”
Laken froze. “Umm, Savannah.”
“Yeah?” the other woman said absentmindedly, her attention caught by a wax scene.
“You just might get your wish.”
“What do you mean?” Savannah turned and froze.
Lila had fallen silent and Laken looked over to find her friend staring in the same direction.
“Oh shit,” Lila said. “Think it’s too late to run?”
“Yep,” Laken replied, staring at Duncan. He didn’t seem angry, more thoughtful than anything else.
Logan stormed his way forward, not even looking around him, his whole attention focused on Savannah. Max and Gavin walked in his wake while Duncan followed more slowly.
Logan stopped in front of them, growled once, and then grabbed Savannah around the waist. Bending, he threw her over his shoulder and stood.
“Logan, let me down!” she screeched.
Smack! His hand landed on her butt.
“Stop that!” she ordered.
Instead of answering, Max drew her dress up over her rear end, exposing her white ass, bad day to wear a G-string. Logan smacked her a few more times, his hand leaving red marks on her round flesh.
“Max! Pull my dress back down.”
“I don’t think so. You have one hell of a spanking coming. Your only choice is whether we do it here or at home.”
“At home. At home.”
Max chuckled. “That’s what I thought. ‘Night all.”
Turning, they stalked off, Logan smacking Savi’s ass every so often.
“So, we didn’t expect to see you guys here tonight,” Lila said cheerfully.
Gavin raised his brow, staring around. “I bet you didn’t, baby. You know, if you wanted to play here you only had to say.”
Lila’s eyes widened.
“I wonder if Saxon would let me borrow some restraints.” He glanced around, his gaze settling on the wall where an array of whips and paddles were hanging. “And a paddle. I think I’m going to need them.”
“Gavin,” Lila squealed as he took her hand and led her over to the wall, selecting a medium-sized paddle. Lila looked back at him, her gaze showing her nervousness.“Well, seems like those two are being well and truly taken care of,” Duncan said in a dark voice. “Now what to do with my naughty sub?”

So, I've been a bit slack with my blog posts and His Old-Fashioned Love has been up on Amazon for a while now. Finally, Brax has his story and its the end of the Old-Fashioned series. However, there are a couple of characters in His Old-fashioned Love we may see later.
Right now, I'm working on Laken's Surrender, the second book in the Haven series, which should hopefully be released end July/beginning August.

Yay, Lila's Loves is now available on Amazon!

I have a new story, hopefully coming in the next fortnight. Carey from ebookcoverdesignsbycarey.com has made me this beautiful cover. This is a new series, I know I'm still going with the Old-fashioned series, I promise. But Lila has been pushing for her story for over a year and I had to write it. So welcome to the Haven, Texas series.
Currently I'm trying to edit this, groan, never my favorite job. If anyone wants to recommend a good, fast editing service I'm all ears.
This is a menage story, three brothers and one woman and hopefully a great love story, with some spanking thrown it, of course! The men in Haven, Texas believe in looking after their women.
Here's an excerpt:

“Colin, I’m so glad you’re home.”
“Ahh, baby, you feel so good in my arms, I’m so sorry I stormed off like that,” he murmured. “So sorry I hurt you.”
“I’m just glad you’ve come back. We can work things through as long as you stay and talk to me.”
“I will, no more running off. Now, from the way Gavin and Trace are glaring at you I’m thinking you’ve got some explaining to do.”
She looked over her shoulder to find both men dismounting, looks of displeasure on both their faces.
“Uh oh,” she muttered.
“Oh, I think that’s an understatement,” he agreed.
Gavin stood there, hands on his hips.“Lila, what were you thinking? You know better than to race round here on a horse. What if someone had walked out in front of you? And jumping that hedge?”He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“Unacceptable, sweetheart,” Trace told her before grabbing her horse and leading it and his own into the stables.
Gavin waggled his finger. “You could have hurt yourself. What if Sunshine hadn’t taken that jump?”
“It was hardly much of a jump, I’ve jumped much higher than that,” she told him before swallowing heavily. Gavin’s face went white then red. Then with a pointed look at Colin, he turned away, muttering to himself.
Lila sighed. “I was just excited to see you.”
“I appreciate that. But riding that way especially around the house is dangerous.” With a smile he set her down and turned her towards the house. Keeping hold of her arm, he gave her five quick, sharp pops on the seat of her pants.
“Ow, ow, ow, Colin!” she protested loudly.

Her Old-Fashioned Boss is out at Amazon now.
This was a difficult story for me to write as my heroine has an eating disorder, something I've been working through for years. I tried not to put too much of myself into it, but that often happens. I once had a someone ask why so many of my stories have characters with eating issues and that's because I guess my female characters each have a bit of me.
Here is the blurb and an excerpt:
Here is the Blurb:
Roarke and Sam have been together for years. They love each other, yet they feel there is something missing. And Sam thinks they need a woman. Someone they can coddle and protect.
But Roarke isn’t so sure. For years he’s blamed himself for his brother’s death. The only person he’s ever allowed to get close since is Sam.
Then Ava Scott applies for the job as Roarke’s personal assistant and both men find themselves instantly attracted and intrigued by the tiny woman.
For years Ava Scott has fought the effects of an eating disorder. One she’s too ashamed to talk about. Now down to her last few dollars, Ava’s desperate for a job. She can’t believe it when she’s hired as the personal assistant to the owner of several BDSM clubs. She’s always been a bit curious about BDSM, and finds herself quickly attracted to dominant Roarke and his submissive partner, Sam.
It’s an interest she knows will never be reciprocated. They’re gay, they’re together and Roarke is her boss—a kind of old-fashioned, overprotective boss who likes to spank.
Warning: Involves a Dom with a hand like a paddle, his partner who has an oral fixation and a heroine with body issues. MMF, includes MM, spanking, anal plugs.

Excerpt:
“Shh.” He ran his hand up and down her arm to soothe her. “You didn’t upset me. I was just remembering how worried I was about Sam and thinking of every horrible thing that could have happened to him. And no, honey, I am not going to spank you. It wouldn’t be right when you had no idea about my rule.”
“Oh,” she said. Did she actually sound disappointed? That couldn’t possibly be right.
He glanced over at Sam who looked equally flummoxed.
“Ava?” Sam asked gently, waiting until she raised her face. “Do you want Roarke to spank you?”
“Well, it’s just…it’s going to sound silly.”
“You can say anything to us, sweet,” Sam told her. “We won’t laugh or ridicule you, I promise.”
She was silent for a long moment, but Roarke didn’t want to push her on this. She had to learn that she could trust them, that she could open up and be vulnerable with them.
“I’ve just, I’ve never been spanked before.”
Roarke raised his brow, turning her to look up at him. “Never?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Not that I can remember, anyway. When they punished us in the foster homes, it was mainly time out or doing chores or going to bed without supper, but I’ve never been spanked.”
“Well, the time-out method has some effect, but I promise I will never force you to do chores and I will never let you go to bed hungry. In fact, I want to see you eating three healthy meals a day, young lady,” he said sternly. He’d been longing to take her to task over her eating habits, but hadn’t felt he had the right. He didn’t want to make a big deal about it, it was obvious from the stark way she ate that there were some issues there and he didn’t want to go wading in without knowing exactly what was going on. No way did he want to make things worse. But he had to make sure she was healthy.
Ava held her hands tightly in her lap. “The thing is, you obviously, umm, hold Sam accountable for things he does outside of what goes on in your playroom or bedroom.”
“Yes, I do. Sam is my submissive. Always. We’ve been together a long time and we have a sort of rhythm going. He doesn’t get punished that much anymore. But he still has rules to follow and if he breaks them then his butt generally pays.”
She nodded, but still lay tense in his arms. “What is it, sweetie?” he asked.
“I just think, I can’t go into this relationship without knowing...I mean, I want to go into this for good, I-I care for both of you and it would kill me to lose you. But I have to know what it would be like.”
Roarke felt a ping of sudden understanding. “You want to know what you’re getting yourself in for.”
“Yes,” she sighed.
He nodded. He understood, he’d feel the same way. “Okay, baby. I’ll spank you. But after breakfast. No one should be spanked on an empty stomach.”

Just received my cover for Her Old-Fashioned Boss from the amazing Carey Abbott @ ebookcoverdesignsbycarey.com. Gorgeous! And pink, my fav. I'm hoping to release this by January, 2013, maybe a bit earlier-all things going to plan!
This is Roarke and Sam's story...and the woman of their dreams. More to come...