Divided Heart: Queens of Kings (Book 2) by LaQuette

Divided Heart: Queens of Kings
(Book 2) by LaQuette

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?

Excerpt from Divided Heart: Queens of Kings, Book 2

He was a tall man with alabaster skin and midnight locks that fell beyond his shoulders and down his back. He was dressed in a crisp grey business suit that made his crystal blue eyes sparkle. He wore a knowing smile that said, “I know you know that I’m the ish.” He was a cocky bastard, true, but she had firsthand knowledge of just how amazing he really was. She also had firsthand knowledge that everything that self-assured smile promised he was more than capable of delivering. He sat on her desk with his long legs stretched out in front of him and crossed at the ankles. Easy, calm, confident, and sexy as all hell.

“You know you’re risking life and limb by sitting on my desk like you own it, right?” she asked as she closed the door behind her. She looked around to make certain the blinds on her office windows and doors were in a closed position, this was a moment that was meant solely for the two of them.

“I may not own the desk, but I own the woman that it belongs to…so I kinda do own it if you think about it,” he said as the silky sureness of his voice traveled across the room and pulled her to him.

Before she could say just how it happened, she was standing in front of him between spread legs, falling into the broad expanse of his chest. “You own me do you?” her voice hitched as she felt his fingers skate from her fingers to her arms causing her skin to sizzle.

“I thought that’s what these rings we wear meant? I own you, you own me? Was I wrong?” He leaned in and placed a light kiss on her cheek, and just like any other time his skin met hers, a sensual burn began to singe the area where his lips had rested for only a brief second.

“Mmmm,” she moaned. “You bet your pretty ass we belong to each other.” She wrapped her hand in his long tresses and pulled him to her, letting her body sink into his and searching for the connection only his kiss could bring. She found his warm, soft lips and mewled into the decadence of the pleasure they ignited inside her.

“God I wish we were home instead of in my office,” she said when they broke apart lungs burning from lack of air. She dived in for one more kiss and then leaned back to look into those hypnotic blue eyes of his. “When did you get back, Kenneth? I thought you weren’t coming home for another three days.”

With Kenneth being gone for the last week on a business trip, she’d only spoken to her husband via video chat and stolen moments through text messages. To have him here, this close to her, close enough to smell and taste… She was just this side of tempted to say to hell with the workday and go home and sex her man until they were both too exhausted to do anything but sleep.

“That was the original plan, but I needed my wife, missed you too much. I don’t think I slept more than a couple of hours at a time, needed you next to me. Not to mention I was a growly beast because I missed you so much. I think the team worked triple time just to get me home to you and out of their hair.”

She smiled at him, always happy to know he was just as addicted to her as she was him. “I’m glad you stopped by, I missed you too. I know you’ve been on the other side of the world, but over here, it’s the start of the work day.”

“Come on,” he wined, pouting his bottom lip out like a petulant child. “You’re the boss, can’t you play hooky today Captain Searlington?”

She shook her head. “Not today. I have a meeting with the inspector in a few hours. I need to prep for it. I may be top cop in this house, but I still have bosses.”

He pulled her to him and nuzzled the exposed skin of her neck. “What time do you think you’ll be home?”

“As long as brass doesn’t lay anything too heavy on me at this meeting, it should be a regular day. I can probably be home by five or six.”

Kenneth groaned. “You can’t do any better than that? I haven’t seen my wife in over a week”

“Go home and go to sleep,” she said softly as she let her hand slide over the broad expanse of his chest. “Be ready for me when I get home. I promise I will show you just how much I missed you.”

“Mmm, see that right there…,” his kissed her lightly on the lips, “…Captain Searlington…,” he nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, “…is exactly why I love you.”

( Continued... )

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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.

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