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  Table of Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Between The Lines

  Drew Sera

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. No person, brand or corporation mentioned in this book should be taken to have endorsed this book nor should the events surrounding them be considered in any way factual. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Warning

  This book contains sexually explicit scenes, adult language and disturbing scenes that may be difficult to read or considered offensive to some readers. This book contains content that is not suitable for readers under the age of 18.

  Disclaimer

  Please do not try any sexual practice, especially those that might be found within the scope of BDSM/Fetish kink without the guidance of an experienced professional. Author is not responsible for any loss, harm, injury or death resulting from use of the information contained in any of its titles.

  Copyright © 2018 by Drew Sera

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission from the author.

  Cover Design by © Krissi Kissain

  Image Copyright: frugo / 123RF Stock Photo

  Interior Design by © Drew Sera

  The Facebook groups used in this book were used with permission by the group admins:

  The Seductive Landing Strip

  Author Stalkers Unite

  Special thanks to…

  Greg — Krissi, my stellar P.A. — Ashton, my friend and writing world partner — Gloria & Jenn, for letting me use your groups — The D/s Beta Team (Angelica, Janice, JoJo, Kathy, Katie & Melissa) — The Wicked Wonders Street Team for your loyal support.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: Protecting The Line

  Drew Sera

  Also by Drew Sera

  Chapter 1

  January

  Amy

  She believed she could, so she did.

  Grinning, I stared at the words etched in the silver bracelet and nodded my head at the phrase. I slipped it on my wrist and continued getting ready for my first book event.

  The bracelet was a gift from my Personal Assistant, Samantha Kelly. Samantha is always in my corner and not only helps me with every facet of my writing career but also much of my personal affairs. She’s more than just my assistant…she’s my best friend.

  “Lustrous in Long Beach” was the name of the romance book event that I was heading to. I was very nervous but understood the necessity of attending book events.

  “You need to get out and mingle with your readers, Amy. Readers want to see the face behind the words,” Samantha mentioned this numerous times over the past year or so.

  Finally, I had agreed, and she began booking me solidly for book events. Some would be local or short distances, but others would be in other states. It would be a lot of traveling, but very worth it. After all, these are my fans.

  Knowing that this book event was coming up, I had been bending the ears of my author friends for advice on what to expect. Most of the author friends that made up my inner circle were further along in their writing careers than I was and all of them had opinions that I valued. They all offered up some sort of advice that ranged from what to wear, to the type of giveaway items I offered, and even advice on the location of my table in the exhibit hall.

  Honestly, it was a ton of information. I processed most of it and took into consideration what everyone had said to me. Thankfully Samantha stepped in and took the reins of organizing my swag giveaways, which books that I was taking and how many, and even handled the layout of the table for the event.

  As I was getting ready which was nothing more than me aimlessly pacing around my living room, panic swept over me, and I raced for my cell phone and quickly fired off a text to Samantha.

  Amy: Do you have the special gift basket for the Facebook group raffle?

  We had talked about doing a special basket to raffle off just for my Facebook group supporters. I communicate with the group members the most and wanted to have something special just for them.

  Samantha: Do you mean the gift basket decked out with each of your fabulous books, coffee mug, pens, t-shirt, and notepads?

  I smirked at her text.

  Amy: Yes. We need to get a gift bag for it or something. I can’t believe I forgot about this.

  Samantha: Relax. It’s all beautifully assembled in your signature purple. I picked up a purple basket at the craft store, put it together and wrapped it up in cellophane. It’s in my car and all ready.

  A wave of relief washed over me. Samantha never forgets anything.

  Amy: Thanks, Sam.

  Samantha: Anytime. I’m leaving the house in a few minutes and will meet you at the event.

  I nodded at my phone and set it down to resume my routine to finish getting ready. After I walked away from my phone, the noise alerting me of a text returned me to it.

  Samantha: Just show up, don’t worry about anything. I know how you are, Amy. Just relax, it’s all handled.

  I smiled and replied with the grinning smiley faced emoji that Samantha and I use to let the other know “all is well,” and that I’m stepping away from my phone for a while.

  Soon I was in my car moving at a snail’s pace on the freeway heading toward Long Beach. I made sure that I left in plenty of time, so I wasn’t stressed or worried about not making it on time. During the drive, my mind raced with thoughts on the upcoming event.

  Finally, I pulled into the valet of the hotel where the event was being held, and while I waited for the valet attendant, I typed out a text to Samantha.

  Amy: I’m here. Waiting in valet.

  Samantha: Eekk! You’re going to love your table. I have it all ready. See you in a few.

  Thank God for her.

  I made my way through the crowded lobby that was already full of fans and readers. I was pretty sure none of them were authors or P.A.’s because they would be back in the event hall getting ready. I checked my phone while I waited in the check-in line. It was 9:15 a.m. and the event opens at 10:00 a.m. Plenty of time.

  “Welcome to Lustrous in Long Beach,” a cheery woman greeted me from behind the check-in table. “What’s the legal name that you used for registration?”

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��Amy Johnson,” I replied and handed her my identification and table confirmation receipt.

  “Yes, here you are Amy Johnson, a.k.a. Amy Andrews. It’s a pleasure to meet you!” she said excitedly.

  “Thank you. I’m excited to be here. It’s my first event.”

  “Wonderful! Here is your entry badge, and I believe your P.A. is already here. This a map of the seating sections and arrangements. There’s a photographer roaming around and he’ll be taking pictures of the authors at their tables along with a group photo just before 10:00. Have a great time, Amy.”

  I smiled at the helpful and happy woman and glanced down at the map as I meandered into the event hall. I found my row without any trouble and made my way down the aisle in search of my table.

  I recognized many author names and was excited to meet them face to face. Priority one though was to find my table. I spotted Samantha about twenty yards away and was shocked at my table. She had it all ready.

  “Looks fantastic, Sam! Thank you so much.”

  She squealed and excitedly clapped her hands before hugging me.

  “First book event! This is special, Amy.”

  I nodded and looked around, trying to take things in. Then it dawned on me that Samantha was wearing an Amy Andrews t-shirt.

  “I thought you were going to wear that beige sweater you sent me the picture of last night,” I said.

  Samantha waved her hand in the air.

  “I decided this would be better because everywhere I walked, I’d be advertising you.”

  She’s always thinking. The “Amy Andrews” official colors were vibrant purple and black. While not all my book covers were those colors, all my promo pieces and swag items were purple and black. It was important for branding.

  “Everything looks fantastic, thank you, Sam. Now all I need is—,” I started but was cut off.

  “A Vanilla Coke?” Samantha finished my sentence, and from a small soft-sided cooler she presented me with a can of my go-to beverage of choice: Vanilla Coke.

  This stuff was better than coffee to me. My eyes widened, and a smile spread across my face as I accepted the cold can of Vanilla Coke.

  “Perfect, thank you.”

  Confident that there wasn’t anything pressing for me to do at my author table, I decided to walk around and check out some of the other authors’ tables and do a little meeting and greeting.

  I mostly checked out the other romance authors’ tables and then ventured to the dark romance authors’ tables. That genre intrigued me quite a bit. I’ve read a lot of dark romance and enjoy it. It’s great stuff, and I’d love to write it. I just don’t have the knowledge to write it effectively. All of the dark romance authors that I stopped to chat with were very kind and spoke passionately about writing. I swapped phone numbers with a few of them and moved around the room to view other tables.

  As it neared 10:00 a.m., I made my way through the paranormal romance section back to my table. Samantha was sitting there feverishly typing on her phone as I sat down beside her.

  “Okay, pre-game check,” she started and then set her phone down. “Payments. Your phone is set up to accept electronic payments and credit or debit cards. When I picked up the Vanilla Coke this morning, I also got lots of singles and some fives for change,” Samantha said as she showed me the app on my phone that was set up for payments. I nodded. “Swag...bookmarks, pens, stickers, and magnets are free for anyone along with the info postcards. Anyone who purchases two books gets one of the purple and black Amy Andrews tote bags. Got it?”

  “Yeah, I think I’m ready,” I said and twirled my unique book signing pen.

  She grabbed my pen and stopped me from twirling it nervously as I raised my eyebrows at her. Samantha countered my raised eyebrows and raised eyebrows of her own as if I knew what she was insinuating.

  “What?” I asked.

  “That’s a nervous habit. Stop and think before you move much. You don’t want to come across as a nervous wreck,” Samantha advised.

  “But, I am a nervous wreck,” I reminded her.

  “I know this, and you know this. But that doesn’t mean that your fans and readers need to know this. Understand?”

  I nodded. Sam was right. I needed to calm down and focus. I put my hands on my lap, and Samantha shook a tiny box of something close to my ear. Frowning at the noise, I turned my head to see what it was.

  “Here, I got your favorite,” she said and opened the top to the tic tac box.

  “Mmm, wintergreen Tic Tacs,” I marveled at the box with my favorite tic tac flavor and dumped a handful in my mouth. “Thanks, Mom,” I teased.

  We often joked about her treating me like a crazed child that’s always in need of being occupied and contained. We’ve been doing it for years, and it’s really quite comical because I’m usually the calm one while she’s the one running around crazed and multi-tasking. Yes, I’m usually the calmer one…except for today.

  Moments before the event opened all the authors gathered for a group photo outside. I was fortunate enough to be able to blend in with the middle of the pack.

  Back at the table, Samantha was still texting away on her cell phone and didn’t look up as I sat down.

  “I posted some pics of your table on your social media sites. Now let me get a picture of you behind the table. Smile and don’t look nervous,” Samantha said and quickly walked to the opposite side of the aisle and snapped a few pics with her phone. “There, uploaded.”

  “Lovely. I didn’t even get to see them,” I said sarcastically.

  “They were fine. Trust me. I wouldn’t let an awkward picture of you post anywhere. Oh, don’t forget, your mega fan Jen Caster-Braxton bought a special V.I.P. ticket to the event.”

  “Okay, I like Jen a lot. She’s the lady who owns a no-kill animal sanctuary,” I said.

  Jen is one of my favorite fans that I chat with often. It’s not daily, but a few times a week. And I always catch her posts about a new cat or dog they’ve taken in. She lives in a remote area and her and her husband have acres and acres of sprawling land for the animals. I have a soft spot for animals and anyone who does nice things for them.

  “Did you know that she and her husband are both veterinarians?” Samantha asked.

  “No, I had no idea. How’d you find out?”

  “I scrolled back through her posts from a few years ago and saw their ‘Paws Cause’ animal clinic sign. It’s on their property, and I read that they both travel to other rural areas to visit animals.”

  “Such giving people,” I said.

  People started filing in and began milling around. The aisle across from me grew crowded very quickly. They were the dark romance and erotica authors.

  “I should try my hand at dark romance. What do you think, Sam?” I asked.

  “I think it would be a fantastic idea.”

  Soon, my own table became bustling with people from all walks of life. I spoke to everyone that stopped by the table. Some knew the books, while others were brand new to them.

  “Amy Andrews! Oh, my God! Finally, I get to meet you!” Jen Caster-Braxton exclaimed as she approached the table.

  I stood to greet her and held out my hand to shake hers, but she stretched across the table to hug me. She was a tall lady and wore my signature black t-shirt with the vibrant purple rose.

  We chatted for a few minutes about her drive to the event. Turns out she lived outside of Bakersfield and traveled two hours just to meet me today. So sweet.

  “So, I have all your books on my tablet already, but I’d like to purchase them to have in paperback,” Jen said as her eyes roamed my table.

  Samantha jumped into action and began gathering my books and set them just to my left, and I sat down to begin signing them for Jen.

  “What would you like me to write inside of them?” I asked Jen.

  “To my biggest fan, Jen,” she beamed. “And sign your name, of course,” she laughed.

  “Of course,” I smiled.

  I g
rabbed my special book signing pen. It was a bright purple pen with a silver tip and had “Amy Andrews” engraved in a beautiful script on the upper portion of the pen. I tuned Samantha and Jen out as I concentrated on signing the books. Once finished, I placed them all in the black canvas tote bag that had my bright purple logo on it. Samantha grabbed up some swag items and put them in the bag as well.

  “It was lovely to have finally met you, Amy. I am constantly telling my husband about your books and the characters. I love your Alex Gains character. That is one sexy man.”

  “Thank you, Jen. Alex is a fan favorite. I’m happy to hear he is your favorite as well.”

  “Oh, yes, indeed. I could use an Alex Gains on our land. I could send him out shirtless to feed all the animals while I sit on the porch and just watch the sweat bead down his sculpted chest. Mmm. Love me some Alex Gains,” Jen explained.

  The three of us laughed and chatted a bit more before Samantha offered to take a picture of us. I posed with Jen in front of the “Amy Andrews” banner for a picture, and before I sat back down, Samantha had emailed the picture of us to Jen.

  Jen thanked me again for the picture, and I thanked her for being a supporter and fan. She moved along to the dark romance aisle.

  The rest of the day went by in a blur and Samantha chatted to me most of the day about my dark romance novel idea. I was actually really excited about it, except for one little thing…I wasn’t well versed in some of this dark romance stuff. A dull ache churned in my stomach as I thought about an interest I had in bondage. It didn’t go over very well with my ex…which is why he’s my ex.