Author Spotlight!!! Please Welcome LaQuette— Romance Author, defender of one of our favorite genres, and fellow lit nerd!
Check out her book “My Beginning” — AND, there’s a giveaway! Read on!
My name is LaQuette and I am a romance author. First, I’d like to thank Katherine for allowing me the opportunity to visit with you all today. Usually when I tell people that I am an author and that I have published a book they get this really excited look of astonishment and wonder in their eyes. Next, with the same level of enthusiasm, they ask me what genre I write. Whenever I’m asked this I proudly answer, “Romance,” with a huge, toothy grin. The response to this statement is almost always the same (unless I’m speaking with someone who is a reader of romance literature). Their brows crease in question and their smiles transform in to a nose-lifting scowl—as if they’ve just encountered something that smells putrid—while they ask, “Why romance?”
Romance literature is often considered the bastard child of literary work. It is the dirty little secret that many who consider themselves connoisseurs of quality literature do not wish to acknowledge. In essence, romance literature has been cloaked in the same negative connotation as pornographic film. Many critics suggest that romance/erotic literature is crass and superficial, adding no benefit to the intellectual wealth of the reader. Authors of such literature are often considered talentless in this genre, they choose to write romance because they have no ability to write anything else. My response to this is, has, and always will be, “You can kiss me where the sun doesn’t shine.”
After working as a healthcare professional for many years, I went back to school to earn an undergraduate and graduate degree in creative writing. My goal was to learn how to improve my descriptive writing skills. Why? That’s simple, because I wanted to be a better, more skilled writer. I chose romance. I chose it because it engaged my brain while reading; it sparked ideas about how I would fashion a story of my own. I chose it because it’s enjoyable to read and it often addresses the slight subtleties that rest between loving and hating someone. It is not easy to craft a story that colorfully lays bare the ups and downs of complicated human interaction while maintaining reader interest. This takes skill, this takes imagination, this takes research, and it also takes unbelievable passion. For those of you who dismiss the merits of romantic fiction, please inform me who made you God of literature that you may deign that only canonical literature is quality writing and only its creators should be praised? If romance/erotic fiction is so horrible, then why is it one of the highest grossing forms of literature there is? In order for this to be true, someone has to be reading it.
I proudly announce my love for romantic fiction. It provides me an escape from my everyday life. It keeps my creative juices flowing, and I’m not ashamed to admit that it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside when the characters I’m reading or writing about get their happily-ever-after. So if you can’t appreciate romance fiction or if it’s not your cup of tea, just put it down and move on. Don’t criticize it without understanding what it takes to create and comprehend this type of literary work. Don’t discount its impact on the intellectual stores of its creators and consumers. Ultimately, don’t attempt to dismiss its credibility as actual literature.
Take a peek at an excerpt from my book, My Beginning, to see why I love romance fiction so much.
Excerpt from My Beginning by LaQuette
“Genesis…” He couldn’t get past the sound of her name on his lips. It had been so long since he’d spoken it aloud, so long since it had brought a smile to his face. It almost hurt to say it now, with her standing behind him, him at the ready, waiting to break free.
“Drew, I’m sorry. Please forgive me. I was so wrong,” she said softly, taking a small quiet breath. “I don’t know how to tell you how sorry I am…”
“How sorry you are that what…?” he turned back to her swiftly, eyes coated with anger. “Sorry for accusing me of cheating on you, sorry for not stopping Desiree from nearly raping me, or sorry that you ran away like an insecure coward instead of sticking around long enough to work things out with me? Exactly which of those are you sorry for Genesis?”
She stepped gingerly, closing the small distance between the two of them. She lifted her arms carefully, waiting, watching for any sign that he might reject her. And when she was almost certain that her touch would not do him harm, she closed her arms around his neck and pressed herself against his warmth.
“I’m sorry for all of it,” she said on whispered breath, “and so much more. I should have known that something was wrong, I should have known there was no way you would willingly turn to Desiree. I should have trusted in our love enough to know that you would never hurt me that way. But most of all, I’m sorry that I left you there, scared, and unable to defend yourself. I’m sorry my insecurities put your safety at risk, and I’m sorry that I didn’t have the brass to stay and fight, versus cutting and running.” She stroked her hand across his cheek and spoke in a matching rhythm. “Please forgive me, Drew, I’m so sorry. Please, give me another chance to earn your love.”
She took her hand and softly pressed it to the back of his neck, running her fingers over the prickly hairline of his freshly shaved head, sending electric tingles through his skin. She kept swiping her fingers there, as if hoping the motion would soothe the fury he was holding inside. She’d done the same thing at his mother’s funeral and just as before, he could feel his body release the tension of the pain he’d been holding inside.
He felt her shiver as his arms slowly crawled up her sides, and down her arms. When his hands reached her wrists behind his neck, he pulled them slowly down and looked at her, through her. “You have my love, Genesis, you always have.
He leaned in and kissed her roughly, needing to taste her sweetness after being denied for so long. He crushed his lips to her own, and when she parted her lips on a deep moan he slipped his tongue inside of her supple warmth. He suckled at her honey, and worried her bottom lip with nips as he tore himself away with a ragged breath.
He watched a smile grow at the corners of her mouth when he said, “It’s my trust you’ve lost, and can never have again.”
Drew examined her face as full understanding fell from her furrowed brow to her open mouth. He stepped back from her and turned back to the door. “If you had trusted your man, we would have been fine; we could have worked through anything. I told you I would never hurt you. I guess in the end, my word wasn’t enough.” He felt her sharp hold on his arm, trying to pull him back to her.
“Drew please, don’t do this—”she cried.
“Don’t do what? Don’t walk away like you did? Is that what you were gonna say, Genesis?”
Her grip on his arm tightened, he spared her a glance and saw the tears pouring from her eyes.
“Baby, please don’t do this to us, please, don’t le—”
He snatched his arm out of her grasp, “You should have listened to your man.”
He opened the door and walked out. It wasn’t until he heard the soft click of the door closing behind him that he realized he had really walked out, that this wasn’t a terrible dream, and he had really willingly walked away from everything he’d ever wanted. It was really over.
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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?
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.