Thursday, May 8, 2014

The Hot Cauldron Presents: My Beginning by LaQuette

Hello everyone,
Thanks to Lachelle, for having me on at the Hot Cauldron. My name is LaQuette, and I am an author of romantic fiction.
I have been creating fictional stories to express and address all of the issues of love since I was a young child. Writing for me has always been my primary means of self-expression. As a child growing up in a very conservative household, children did not have a voice, and if they dared speak, they were quickly chastised for it. My writing was a means of safely expressing my thoughts and feelings without fear of censorship. Within the lines of my writings only my perspective mattered, only my concerns were focused upon, and only I could make the decision about what was appropriate or not. To this day writing remains the primary means of expression by which I am most comfortable.
I fell in love with romantic fiction at the age of sixteen when my friend handed me a Harlequin romance novel to read. I asked my friend why she was handing me one of these “silly romance” books to read. She asked if I had ever read one before and when I shook my head no, told me I should give it a try before I jumped to conclusions. So I went home and started reading, and continued to read until I finished the book in one sitting. The name of that book was The Devil's Price (Harlequin Presents, No 852) by Carole Mortimer (I still have that same copy of the book which has been worn from repeated rereading over more than twenty years). Ms. Mortimer’s book was so amazing to my sixteen-year-old mind that I began reading any romance novel that I could get my hands on after that.
Fast-forward all these years later and I am still that same sixteen-year-old girl who fell in love with love and is now crafting her own love stories. I write as a reader. I write creating stories that I myself would want to read. I try to include the realisms of love into my work, because when I read a book, that’s what I wish to see.
Contrary to what some might believe, good romantic fiction is not saccharine fantasy. Good romantic fiction is composed of all of the intense emotional hills and valleys that love itself possesses. It can be gritty and raw, unforgiving and bold, tender and sensual, as well as blazing and titillating. It makes us hurt when it’s failing, and it makes us climb emotional heights when it is soaring. Take a moment to read an excerpt from my novel, “My Beginning,” and see just how conflicting and beautiful love can really be.
Happy reading,
LaQuette

Excerpt from, My Beginning
by
LaQuette
Genesis noticed something different about him. Usually Drew was very calm and jovial around her. He rarely made things intense, but tonight there was a sense of power behind his eyes. When she finally reached him, he said nothing; he simply wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him. Before Genesis had a chance to react, he lifted one hand from her waist and secured it in her loose locks. His mouth fastened onto hers making her moan from somewhere deep within her.
Her arms lifted of their own accord and latched around his neck drawing her closer into his web. Drew tore his mouth away from hers and found the tender spot between her neck and her shoulder. He must have sensed her legs giving way because the next thing Genesis knew she was hoisted up with her legs around his waist. Drew was holding her so tightly she could feel his heart beating as if it were in her own chest.
Genesis was drifting in the sea of pleasure Drew was skillfully creating. She was almost completely immersed in the passion Drew was inciting when she heard a familiar voice in her mind.
No man will ever want you, you’ll never be able to please any man, you’re pitiful.
She pressed herself deeper into Drew’s body, hoping his possessive kisses would chase away her tormentor’s words. She was holding onto Drew tightly, but the incessant sound in her head—first a small whisper, now a full grown scream—began pulling her attention away from Drew.
You are wasting his time; you can’t give him what he needs. Sooner or later, he’s going to toss you to the side too.
She pulled herself out of Drew’s arms so quickly that she almost fell backward into the water. Drew reached out and swiftly steadied her on two feet.
“Drew, I can’t do this,” she said as she tried to step away from him, but he pulled her back into his embrace.
“Why not Genesis?” he asked as he moved a hand back into her hair, trapping her against him, forcing her to look up into burning chocolate eyes. “Don’t stand here and tell me that you don’t want me, because I can feel your desire for me,” he pulled her head roughly to him, taking command of her lips, forcing them open and sweeping his smooth tongue inside her mouth. “Hell,” he breathed against her lips as he took one final lap before tilting her head to looking into her eyes, “I can taste it.”
He was correct, she couldn’t deny she wanted him, but as her mother had told her often, she was never too old for her wants to hurt her, and not having Drew would certainly hurt her.
“Drew, a sexual liaison between the two of us would not work, it would blow up in our faces, and I don’t want to cause friction between you and my brothers.”
“You think this is just about sex to me Genesis?” he asked, a hard edge coloring his voice. “Understand this; I am a world renowned recording artist. I could have a different chick in my bed every night of the week if I chose to. If I just wanted a piece of ass, all I would have to do is send a one-word text and I would have free pussy waiting for me to fuck at my leisure.”
His harsh tone made her close her eyes while an unexpected shiver crawled up her back. Why did the thought of him sleeping with someone else suddenly make Genesis cold?
“I don’t want to just have sex with you; I want to be with you”
Her unused voice cracked as she said his name. “Drew,” she swallowed, attempting to lubricate the walls of her dry mouth and throat, “you don’t know me well enough to want to be with me. I am the woman that has been closest to you in proximity during a very difficult part of your life. It’s only natural that you would have a confused affection for me. It will wear off in a matter of time.”
There it was, her rational brain had finally decided to put in an appearance. That line sounded almost believable to her.
“Bullshit,” he said. The lines of his face became sharper as he spoke. “You want me just as much as I want you. Why are you fighting me?”
He still held her tightly, her skin burning where his hands made contact. Why the hell was her body reacting to this man’s anger this way?  She should be enraged, she should be mad as hell and telling Drew where the hell he could step off. Instead, her skin was humming with anticipation of his touch with a growing hunger that was making the walls of her womb clench.
Dammit!
“Drew I am a medical professional who has been made responsible for your care. She kept her eyes closed as she spoke, hoping to get her body back under her control instead of his. “It is unethical for me to allow anything romantic to transpire while you are under my care.”
Drew shook his head. She knew her reason was valid, she knew her words gave the impression of respectability coated in veracity. But even though she was doing her best impression of reliable, above-board medical professional, Drew’s tight features poked gaping holes through her perfectly painted picture.
“You’re lying,” he said through clenched teeth. “This has nothing to do with medical ethics Genesis, tell me the truth, or I’m going to keep coming after you, and eventually you will give in to me. This thing between us is too strong for you to ignore it forever. We’ve been dancing around this chemistry between us since my mother’s funeral; I’m tired of playing the ignore-it-and-it-will-go-away game. Either you come clean with me, or I’m just going to wear you down.”
Drew pulled her close to him and planted his mouth atop hers once more. She began to lose herself in his kiss; just as before she crumbled in his arms becoming almost as fluid as the water surrounding them. When he was satisfied that he had proven his point, he ripped his mouth away from hers leaving her mouth searching for that lost heat.
“That is not confused affection that is just plain old lust Genesis. Has it been that long since you’ve experienced that, or maybe you’ve never experienced it at all?”

Book Description
Genesis Lawrence left her home and family in Brooklyn, New York ten years ago and never looked back. When you've spent your entire life protecting yourself from the ones that are supposed to love you, running to the other side of the country seems like the best idea ever. Emotionally bankrupt, she begins rebuilding her life after failed familial connections and a broken marriage leave her too raw to ever believe happiness exists for her. Work as a Physical Therapist in her rehab clinic is all she knows and all she wants.

Drew Marrack has spent the last year of his life trying to end the soul-searing pain of losing his mother by any means necessary, even if that means ending him—literally. After a tragic accident and a resulting disability that devastates the tattered remnants of his world, only one name can give him a brand-new start: Genesis.

Pain, heartache, secrets, and tragedy from the past bring them together, and then fight to tear them apart. Is new love strong enough to give them the fresh beginning they both need, or is this simply the beginning of their end? protecting yourself from the ones that are supposed to love you, running to the other side of the country seems like the best idea ever. Emotionally bankrupt, she begins rebuilding her life after failed familial connections and a broken marriage leave her too raw to ever believe happiness exists for her. Work as a Physical Therapist in her rehab clinic is all she knows and all she wants.

Drew Marrack has spent the last year of his life trying to end the soul-searing pain of losing his mother by any means necessary, even if that means ending him—literally. After a tragic accident and a resulting disability that devastates the tattered remnants of his world, only one name can give him a brand-new start: Genesis.

Pain, heartache, secrets, and tragedy from the past bring them together, and then fight to tear them apart. Is new love strong enough to give them the fresh beginning they both need, or is this simply the beginning of their end?

About the Author

A native of Brooklyn, New York, LaQuette spends her time catering to her three distinct personalities: Wife, Mother, and Healthcare Provider. Writing: her escape from the everyday, has always been a friend and comforter. She loves writing and devouring romance novels. Although she possesses a Masters degree in English Lit, she'd forego Shakespeare any day to read something hot, lusty, and romantic.
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