Before Him Comes Me Release Day Blitz
Title: Before Him Comes Me
Author: Alexandria Sure
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Hosted by: Lady Amber's Tours
Blurb: Faced with an unexpected choice, a simple nod is all it will take to change the course of Zara's life.
Bound to a life predetermined by the restrictive traditions of her community, Zara is offered a glimmer of hope by a complete stranger, a man selected for her. She can choose to walk away from the life she has been trained for.
Make new friends and lose her best friend.
Explore new places and lose her home.
Find herself and lose herself.
Will Zara nod and risk everything she knows to discover who she is meant to be?
Alexandria Sure is an avid reader and has written her first novel as homage to fans of the genre she loves. She hopes others will appreciate her novel as much as she enjoyed writing it. Sure follows the work of several authors and feels she has benefited from reading and commenting on their author pages on Facebook. This has given her the opportunity to get to know the people behind the characters she has grown to love. She hopes her readers will check out her Facebook page so she can get to know them and pay it forward. Sure is from Michigan and adores her supportive family, her deaf rescue pup and her mighty Spartans. Her experiences in writing her first novel have revealed the true meaning in Jack Canfield's quote, "Everything you want is on the other side of fear."
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Straightening to his full height, he extends his large hand and helps her to her feet. Zara is shaky and realizes again, she does not know what to expect. She finds her mother’s eyes and stares into them attempting to convey love and her need to take this unexpected opportunity.
Zara’s father ends the silent communication between them, the tone making it clear what is expected of her. Zara’s mother’s eyes drop to the ground directly in front of her and she slowly lowers herself into the kneeling position that her father’s tone demands. There would be no point in hoping for more eye contact with her mother. She is no longer Zara’s mother. She is now her father’s slave.
Addressing Zara’s father, the man at Zara’s side says, “I would like for my mother to have five minutes with this submissive before we make this official. Protocols are important where I come from. I am sure you understand.”
“Of course,” her father replies. “I am confident that you will find Zara Faith’s training satisfactory. We would be happy to give you five minutes to ensure you are getting the best possible submissive.”
Thankful she had followed her instinct on not eating earlier, Zara swallows hard at being addressed as if she is livestock to be traded at auction. With his hand still clasping hers, he leads Zara out of the Circle, passing the collar that Zara had been prepared her entire life to wear. With her eyes still cast down, Zara passes her mother in her kneeling position with her arms crossed behind her back, her eyes affixed to the floor in front of her.
They quickly walk past everyone: the King Council members, Doms with their subs, Masters with their slaves and the section of unattached males and females that are whispering fiercely as they pass. Together, they are walking away from everyone and everything that Zara knows.
In all the past ceremonies Zara had attended, the collar lay open. The open collar is the symbol of the Council’s approval of the match between the first-born daughter of a Council member and the son of a Council member from a different sect. The key to the collar is the symbol of ownership for the first-born’s daughter by her Dom. The history of this ceremony requires the collar to be unlocked, the key ready to be presented to the Dom.
When one’s life has been filled with inevitability, processing surprises becomes difficult. Zara’s mind sifts through all of the ceremonies that she has attended, fast-forwarding to the point when the open collar is picked up and placed around the “birthday girl’s” neck. In every memory, the collar is lying open before it is picked up.
Zara’s breathing becomes labored. All thoughts of the collar evaporate as someone steps into the center of the circle.
What can be determined about a man, a Dom-to-be, by his polished, square-toed black shoes?
The dress restricts any attempts at taking a deep cleansing breath, so Zara tries employing a technique taught during years of training to settle her thoughts. The curiosity to sneak a peek at the man now standing next to her becomes an overwhelming challenge destroying her control.
The need to look at his face begins to vibrate through her entire body. Moving would bring her mother’s throat clearing and a definite lecture the moment they are alone later at the celebration. Zara tries another deep breath in an attempt to settle. It doesn’t work.
Discovering what he looks like will not change my future.