Backlist BaDumpBump: La Quette

So we’re in for a real treat for today’s Backlist BaDumpBump!
La Quette, fearless writer of erotic romance and romantic suspense, is here today to talk about the first book in her series, the Queens of Kings: The Heart of the Matter.

Now I have this book lined up on my kindle (you all know about my little het habit 😉 and I’m so looking forward to it.  La Quette is kind, bold, and pretty awesome as an online presence, and I think she classes up my blog in a big way. (HTML, people– she sent me this ENTIRE POST in HTML. I’m boggled. I also–for the first time in my life– want to take a computer class, because *sniffle* it looks SO GOOD!) 
So everybody enjoy La Quette’s backlist bump– I hope it gives you all a whole new flavor of candy to enjoy 🙂

Heart of the Matter: 
Queens of Kings: Book 1

© 2014 All Rights Reserved

Genre: M/F Erotic Romance/Romantic Suspense 


Heart “Mac” MacKenzie is a tough police lieutenant in the rough streets of Brooklyn, New York. She’s a strong leader who doesn’t mind getting in the trenches with the men and women she leads at the seventy-fourth precinct. Her house, her people, and her family—both blue and blood—are the only things that matter. She would live and die for the blue wall that shields her from a traumatic past. 

When her captain assigns her a high-profile kidnapping case that she doesn’t want, and insists she allows the missing girl’s irritatingly sexy uncle to tag along during the investigation, her blood boils. Mac has no choice but to do what she always does when things get out of control, lay down the law—her law. 

Kenneth Searlington is a rich playboy from the Upper East Side of Manhattan. With stunning looks and an unlimited source of wealth, he’s used to being the center of everyone’s attention, especially the women that he comes in contact with. His life is fun and carefree until his niece, Merridith is kidnapped, and he’s forced to seek out the help of his godfather an NYPD police captain, David Porter. 

Afraid and frustrated, Kenneth defers to his uncle’s expertise and his promise that he’s putting his best cop on the case, Lieutenant MacKenzie. When Kenneth discovers “Mac” is actually a sexy as sin lady cop with a fiery temper to match, he decides mixing a little business with pleasure might be just the thing he needs to distract him from long-standing family issues that are trying to crawl their way back into the forefront of his life. 

Each used to having their own way, can these two work together long enough to bring an innocent child home? Or will they settle their differences and unyielding attraction in a more carnal way and get right down to the heart of the matter? 

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“Baby, I…” She put up her hand and stopped his words. She
turned toward the stereo, turned it on, and fiddled with the dials until he
heard Maxwell’s “Bad Habit” pouring from the speakers.

It was late and she had the sound turned up on damn.
Fortunately for their neighbors, the basement was soundproofed. When the house
was built, the original owner had wanted a place in the house where he could
make as much noise as he wanted without disturbing the neighbors. By the looks
of it, Heart planned to benefit from that fact. He wasn’t quite sure if he was
going to benefit from it or not yet.

“What’s with the music being so loud?” he yelled over the
driving base.

“I want to make sure that the neighbors don’t hear you
scream,” she said, face straight, muscles tightening in her arms as she
squeezed her hands into tight fists.

“Shit,” was all he could say. He knew he was in trouble now.

She rushed him…that was the only way to explain how she was
standing across from him one moment, and sitting on top of him the next. In a
matter of seconds he was on the floor; face up, with her sitting on top of him.

“Heart, this is not
funny. Get up so we can talk.”

She didn’t move, didn’t even make a sound. She just looked
at him, through him with sharp brown eyes cutting into his soul. His hands had
somehow ended up near his head when he fell. He went to pull them down and felt
resistance. He tried to move them again and heard a metal clinking sound above
his head. He moved his head around until he could see the shiny glint of
handcuffs. She’d cuffed him to the weight machine they’d landed in front of
when she’d taken him to the floor. This was the very same weight machine that
was bolted to the floor and immovable. 

“Heart, this isn’t funny. What are you doing?  Why did you cuff me?”

Her face was still tight with anger, her body stiff and
poised for attack.

“Kenneth, do you know that I hate watching you get dressed.
I hate it because I hate that anything else in this world gets to touch your
beautiful alabaster skin as closely as I do. I want to be the only thing draped
over you so intimately. Not the fine garments you wear, and certainly not that
bitch, Faith.”

He watched her pull something from her back pocket. At first
it looked like a heavy handle, but with a flick of her wrist, it became a


She ran the dull side
of the knife across his lips and said, “Ssssh.”

He swallowed carefully as he watched her remove the knife
from his lips and slice the sharp side down the length of his shirt, causing
the two sides to peel away from his body like water.

She continued the slide of the blade through his pants until
he was lying beneath her naked and at her mercy.

“I’m an only child, Kenneth. I never really learned how to
share. I’ll be damned if I’m going to share you. So hear me now. If you want
that bitch, be with that bitch, then leave me the fuck alone. But if here is
where you want to be, keep that bitch, and any other out of your face. I.
Don’t. Play. That. Shit.”

He nodded his head quickly. He knew he hadn’t perpetrated
that kiss with Faith, but him lying naked beneath her while she had a sharp
blade dancing between her fingers didn’t seem the most appropriate time to
point out whose fault this entire fallout was.
She brought down the hand holding the knife with a hard and
fast stabbing motion. He flinched, anticipating pain, but realized soon that
there was no pain. She hadn’t stabbed him. He turned his head slightly to the
side and saw the shiny blade next to him, sticking out of the floor.

Heart grabbed him by his chin and allowed one word to slip
through her tightly ground jaw, “Mine!”

She slammed her mouth down on his and kissed him hard, sharp
teeth biting into his flesh. His skin rent and he tasted the bitter metallic
tang of blood. He should have been pissed, he really should have felt afraid,
after all, this woman had rendered him helpless and brandished a weapon in
front of him. He was shaking, his heart was pounding, and his breath was coming
out in rapid tufts of air from his heaving chest. But surprisingly, there was
no fear, only…interest.

His dick jumped beneath her. He was handcuffed with a knife
sticking out of the floor next to his head and he was so turned on his dick
could cut granite.

What the fuck
is wrong with me?

He didn’t have time to come up with an answer to his own
question. He watched as Heart stood to remove her pants and her panties. She
resumed her spot perched atop his crotch and swiveled her hips in a looping
motion until she found her comfortable spot. His cock pulsed and he could feel
a small pearl of pre-cum bubbling up on his tip.

He was either going to die tonight, or have the best fucking
orgasm of his life. Either way, he didn’t care, as long as she kept grinding
against him like this, she could pretty much do anything she wanted, and he
would be good with that.

Heart placed strong fingers around his cock, leaned forward
and within a breath he was inside the sweltering heat of her pussy. In one
quick motion he was fully seated inside her, her fire surrounding him, sucking
all the air from his lungs by way of his dick.

I wonder if
people really do die from good sex?  If
they do, I’m certain my ass is gone tonight.

Heart of the Matter: 

Queens of Kings: Book 1 

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Also Available on Amazon: Queens of Kings: Books 1-4

Author Bio

2015 Swirl Awards Bronze winner in Romantic Suspense, 2015 Georgia Romance Writers Maggie Award Finalist in Erotic Romance, bestselling erotic romance author, LaQuette, is a native of Brooklyn, New York. She 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 FacebookTwitter, her website, NovelsbyLaQuette.comAmazon, her Facebook group, LaQuette’s Lounge, and via email at 

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