Before Him Comes Me
by Alexandria Sure
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.”
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.