Hey everyone. I'm back today with my publishing sister from Hot Ink Press,. Please welcome...
Girl, everytime I see your name around the internet, I want to break out and sing
Naughty Boys "La-La-La" In fact, lets do that now.
Hush, don't speak
blah, blah, -hmm,
because I don't know all the words except the next part
I'm covering my ears like a kid
When your words mean nothing I go la-la-la
Alrighty then. Lol. Do you remember last time LaQuette was on with her book Heart of the Matter?
Well, this time she's back with book two. in the Queens of Kings Series.
Your cover guy is just amazing. So sexy, and he even looks all cop-ish. Oh wait, he's not
the cop, he's Kenneth Searlington. He's married to Heart, she's the cop.
Mmmm...he's just .delicious!
No, he's more than delicious.
Let's just say it with pictures instead.
Now, let's check out this blurb.
She broke his heart…to rebuild his soul.
The last two years of Heart MacKenzie Searlington’s life have been a constant forward motion of change. She’s been promoted to NYPD captain of the seventy-fourth precinct in Brooklyn,
a job she never wanted, but is slowly finding her way through with the help of a
dedicated second in command and a house full of exemplary officers.
Married to the sexy and powerful mogul, Kenneth Searlington, Heart is living all of the
dreams she never knew to ask for before she fell in love with the man that stole her heart. Although Kenneth bathes her in his love and devotion,
insecurities from the past still haunt her and cast a dark veil over their union.
Kenneth Searlington knows only one thing, he worships his wife. He has a singular purpose:
to love her as hard as he can for the rest of their lives
and to neutralize any threat that dares to come up against them. But how does he protect them when that threat comes from the woman he loves?
Thrown by a devastating loss, Heart allows pain and despair to drive a wedge so large
between them they may never be able to recover. Pushed beyond his limits, excluded and
taken for granted, Kenneth has to decide whether to allow darker urges to control him, or to use his rage to fight for the one thing he adores, Heart.
Can they mend the rift, or will a divided heart end their legendary love?
Get 'em, Go Kenneth, fight for your girl. A left, and a right,,,jab. Jab, watch your footwork, now swing,
knock em out, knock 'em out for you wife. Get rid of that threat.
Me: Welcome back girl, I'm so excited for you, LaQuette. I have to tell you, it has been a complete pleasure watching you come into this. I've enjoyed the ride from the passenger seat, but it seems not so long ago we were discussing all the “what if’s, ands or buts, even a few what are’s” were involved with writing and publishing. Can you tell me, has anything changed in your life since the last time you were here in the hot seat? ~winks and grins~
LaQuette Thank you for letting me through the door again. Lol I think the main difference between now and then is that some people actually recognize my name. Let me tell you, that so trips me out.
Getting messages from readers sharing their thoughts and feelings regarding my work,
I can’t even describe that feeling. It’s also very trippy when people who I fangirl over give me
that, “hey girl, I know you’re work or your name” wink. Kindle Alexander told me she had Heart of the Matter on her Kindle and I swear my heart stopped. Hell, she may never even read it, but the fact that it rests on her Kindle, damn, just awesome.
Me: That's too cool, isn't it? And yay about Kindle having it on her kindle-lol There is one thing a little different, but it's wonderful news to hear as well. You are now an international best selling author. Congratulations on that. To rank in the romance genre isn't easy, it's where the majority of authors live and the competition is fierce., but you also ranked in the IR sections multiple times. Woo Hoo! Are you feeling a little more confident about this book now because of it? Have the pre-release jitters, calmed down? Was this book harder or easier than the first one?
It's the 2nd time around, you got this, you're a pro.
LaQuette: Pardon my French, but hell no! It’s worse. Conceptually this book was much more difficult to create, not to mention I was very worried about living up to the reception of Heart of the Matter. I never expected that book to be a best-seller. Having that happen so early in my career was of course an amazing feat that I am so humbled by and so proud of. However, it also made me second-guess everything I wrote after it. Every line made me question if people would hate it or criticize it harshly. It finally got to the point where my husband had to remind me you write what your heart tells you, stop worrying about what folks will say about it. They’re going to tell you what they think anyway, so just deal with it when it comes. I love that man.
Me: I think I love your husband too., what awesome advice and support. My readers are that for me., maybe I should marry them . lol So, the gorgeous and cocky Heart, and hottie Kenneth are back and I wonder what they can get into this time,. ~looks for nearest bedroom~ Those two know how to heat up a room together. If you had to pick just one scene, what was your favorite between the two of them and why?
LaQuette: Yes, they are back with the second installment called, Divided Heart from the Queens of Kings series. Umm, there might be a scene in the basement that just does it for me. It’s something about these Searlington’s in that basement of theirs that just gets my writer and lady juices flowing. Lol
Just like a warm waterfall, the fluids gushed over the hardening swell as .. Oh. Ahem. ~chokes~ Hello again. The rocks at the edge of the cliff I mean... ~sits up straight and serious~
Me: Will there be a part three in this series?
LaQuette: While my editor was working on Divided Heart, she just informed me that whether I wanted to write a part three or not, that I will be writing a third book in Queens of Kings series because she wants to read a third book. I guess I don’t have much choice in the matter. Making an editor angry is just not a smart move. Lol
Me: No that is not a very good move at all. Well yay to a book three. lol
Me: I have one last question, then were going to post your
excerpt and links. What can we expect from you this year, 2015?
LaQuette: Hopefully more quality work, that’s my goal, to try new things, and grow as a writer. I’m still learning, and soaking things up. I may actually be making strides to start on that M/M romance that’s been dancing in my head. There may be some collaborations with some writer-friends of mine. Haven’t worked out all the kinks on that one yet, so for now it’s just something that may possibly be on the horizon. I am definitely about to start my next story. I’m aiming to put out at least 3-4 books this year. I don’t know for certain that it will happen, but I want to be like my big lit sister, Piper Kay and have my readers’ tongues wagging in anticipation for the next piece.
Me: Heaven, I'm in heaven.
OMG. You just made my day with your M/M comment and the big lit sis one too. ~squeeee~! I'm so excited, and I cannot wait. I have no doubts that you'll be amazing with it. Thanks again for coming by and see you on the next one
Okay, excerpt below, then links at the end. Make sure you check on the latest Naughty News and things around the site.
Heart took a shaky breath when Kenneth was announced the winner. She didn’t know if she should shake him or thank him, he’d both saved her and thrown a monkey wrench in her investigation as well.
She stepped toward the end of the stage and waited as he offered a helping hand to her. She took careful steps down the stairs and felt the burn of the skin of his hand connecting with her palm.
When they reached the center of the dance floor she heard the first straining beats of Trey Songz “Na Na.” By the time Trey asked if they were fucking tonight, she and Kenneth were grinding against each other with determined movements.
God, the slide of his body was making her clit throb with a nasty ache. She needed this fucking assignment to be over so she could slide down the beautiful cock that was currently pressed up against her resting perfectly in the fissure of her rounded ass.
He placed one strong hand flat against her abdomen while the fingertips of the other skated down the length of her arm until she felt blunt fingertips caress hers, locking their fingers together in a beautiful latticework of brown and cream digits.
He pressed his mouth to her ear and the warmth of his breath seeped through her skin and into her blood, igniting a chaotic boil inside her. He nipped at her ear and whispered one word that made her forget about all of the people watching them, the operation, and anything else that didn’t directly relate to the fire he was stoking between them.
“Mine,” was all he said and her mind blanked out, and all she knew was him: her man, her husband, her anchor.
This moment wasn’t about the case, it was about the way the two of them connected, had always connected, on a primal and visceral level. She fell into step with him and let him lead her around that dance floor. His moves were powerful and made her ache to be beneath him in their bed, or up against a wall. Either would do at this moment, she just needed this man.
He turned her to face him; she plastered herself against him, his thigh between hers, her riding it trying to get more friction. Just a little more pressure and she could probably fall over the edge into bliss. Just a little more…
She felt herself fall back. Kenneth anchored her by keeping a secure grip on her neck. She leaned into it and let her body shake, dip, and roll against the solid strength of his body. God she was there, just a few more movements of her hips and she could find completion. She was a horny, craven bitch tonight, and she didn’t have one stitch of shame about it.
She felt him pull her back to him, burying his face in her neck, and kissing his way back up to her ear.
“I could fuck you right here. And I bet you would let me,” he surmised. “I can tell how close you are right now.” He held her tighter, changing the angle against her clit, removing some of the pressure. “No, not here,” he said and her body trembled with want. “I will not let the people in this fucking room witness the beautiful sight of you coming for me. That shit is mine and mine alone. You’re going to finish this fucking thing you’ve got going on tonight, then you’re going to bring your ass home and let me bury myself so deep in this fucking pussy you’ll be walking gingerly for the next week.”
He bit down on the sensitive flesh that covered her shoulder forcing another involuntary shudder to charge through her body.
“Do you understand me?”
The music stopped then. With glaring silence filling the room, she was able to find the will to shake her head free of some of the fog Kenneth had poured over her mind. He held tight to the back of her neck forcing her to stand in the full onslaught of his powerful gaze. She realized then that his question hadn’t been rhetorical, he expected an actual answer.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and placed a gentle kiss on his cheek and whispered one word in his ear.
He ran his hand across the expanse of one of her ass cheeks and gripped it firmly, making certain his stamp of ownership would remain there long after this dance was finished. He nodded his acceptance of her answer. He looked over her shoulder and nodded, and then he stepped out of her embrace.
He plastered that cocky ass grin he’d been wearing when she’d first met him. The one that said, “I’m certain I’ll be fucking you soon,” then turned and walked out with Alan in tow. If she didn’t love him so damn much, she was sure she could hate that man.
She stiffened as the haze he’d created cleared her mind and she came to a startling realization. Dammit, the fucking mic was on to my earwig the whole fucking time. Shit, I’m fucked in so many ways.
A native of Brooklyn, New York, LaQuette spends her time catering to her three distinct personalities: Wife, Mother, and Educator. Writing--her escape from everyday madness--has always been a friend and comforter. She loves writing and devouring romance novels. Although she possesses a graduate degree in English Lit, she'd forego Shakespeare any day to read something hot, lusty, and romantic.
She loves hearing from readers and discussing the crazy characters that are running around in her head causing so much trouble. Contact her on Facebook, Twitter, her website, Amazon, and her Facebook group, LaQuette's Lounge.
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