A Humble Heart (Hollywood Hearts 1)

“Thank you so much! I just love you,” she said, stepping out of line so the next person could step up. Dana kept her smile pleasant and casual and greeted each person hour after hour until Amy stepped forward.

“Ten more minutes and then we really have to go,” Amy said.

An angry looking woman stepped up to the table. “I stood in line for two hours to tell you how much I hate your books! I cannot believe my son wasted his hard earned money on this filth!” She slammed several books on the table.

“I’m sorry you didn’t enjoy the books, ma’am. Is there anything in particular you didn’t like about them?” Dana asked. She liked hearing what people liked about her books, but she found it more helpful when someone told her what they didn’t like.

“Everything. It was filthy and ridiculous,” the woman said, not giving Dana anything she could work with. Dana counted the books and took two twenty dollar bills out of her pocket and handed them to the woman.

“Here, I’m buying the books back from you.”

“It’s the least you could do after wasting my time!” She snatched the money out of her hand and stormed out of the store.

Several people in line yelled at her in defense of Dana. She told them it was okay and went back to signing the books as if nothing happened. She gave the books she just purchased to several fans who asked for them.

“We really have to go!” Rick said.

Dana nodded. She finished signing the last book a half hour later. Amy and Rick dragged her back to the limousine and made her change into a black cocktail dress and high heels.

“You don’t have any time to sit down and catch your breath. We are very late. When you get in there you need to start the question section of the evening,” Rick said.

“Okay,” Dana mumbled. She so did not want to do this.

Chapter 7

Dana took a deep breath and willed herself not to pass out. She hated public speaking, but it was a necessary evil. If she didn’t do things like this she could kiss her publishing contract goodbye. Not to mention her fans. She stepped past the curtain with Rick holding her arm.

She was met with a round of applause. Edward sat at one of the front tables, wearing a black suit with a black shirt. He gave her a lopsided smile and a wink, making her blush.

“We would like to open the question portion of the night,” Rick announced and then backed up behind Dana, staying in case she ran into trouble or tried to run away, probably the latter.

“Ms. Mathews?” a woman with curly black hair asked.

“Please, call me Dana,” she said warmly.

The woman smiled. “Dana, how many Christian and Bailey books can we expect?”

“I haven’t really thought about that, but I will probably keep writing about them for as long as I can write an enjoyable story that doesn’t go stale.”

“Thank you.”

“Dana,” a man stood up next, “who, if anyone, inspired Christian?”

Her eyes of their own accord darted to Edward and back to the man. “I based him on my ideal man,” she said, trying to keep it short and not give too much away. It was too embarrassing that she based him on a man she Googled every day for a year that she was now romantically involved with. What a weird world.

“Hmm, I have a resource that says you based Christian on Edward Pierce.”

She saw Edward straighten up and look at the man. This wasn’t the time to faint or freak out. She forced herself to relax. “I find that very interesting, sir. Considering I have never once mentioned any of my techniques or reasons behind the choices of my characters even to my own children. I am curious who your source is,” Dana said, giving the man an innocent smile.

The man looked guilty and embarrassed. “I can’t reveal the name.”

“Ah, I will tell you this. Edward Pierce is an ideal man, charming, romantic, sweet, handsome, kind and honest, so I can see why someone might make that leap that he inspired Christian. It’s not a far stretch.” Out of the corner of her eye she saw Edward give her a conspiratorial wink and had to stop herself from laughing.

A man wearing a suit stood up next. “Is it true that you are romantically involved with Edward Pierce?”

Rick stepped up to the microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, let’s please keep the questions about the books and respect Dana’s privacy,” he said cordially.

A woman stood up wearing a press badge for Woman's Universe Magazine. “Dana, the sex scenes, love scenes I guess is more appropriate term, are very detailed and explosive. Did you draw those scenes from your fantasies?”

She was stunned into silence. Edward didn’t help by grinning hugely and wagging his eyebrows at her suggestively. “Ah, wow….the love scenes….hmmm, I think I’m going to have to leave that to the reader’s imagination.” Everyone chuckled. The woman looked disappointed as she sat down. She caught Edward’s expression. He looked equally disappointed that she hadn't answered the question.

Edward stood up next, cutting off several people. When they saw him they sat down quickly, eager to hear what he was going to ask. “Dana, would you say you build relationships in your books from experience or desire?” he asked. His eyes were alive with humor. He was being sneaky and he knew it.

“That’s a very good question.” She bit her lower lip, trying to figure out how to answer this.

“I was just wondering if you wrote anything in your book that you pulled from your own experience,” Edward said. Damn it. At least the female reporter asked the question in a way she could easily sidestep. Edward was really putting it out there. She was going to have to kick his ass later.

Damn, he was devious. He was curious about the sex scenes and wanted to know if she would do anything she wrote about. Some of the scenes were pretty erotic and sensual. “I’m afraid the only answer I can give you is that I never write about anything I don’t have firsthand knowledge of,” she said instead of stepping around the answer like he expected, mostly to mess with him.

He swallowed noticeably and had to stop himself from staggering back to his seat. He was a big fan of the Christian and Bailey series and moved onto her other books before he met her and was somewhat shocked at the detail involved in the love scenes. He was impressed with the passion and clear description she used. No woman could be that sexual and sensual. There was a lot she described and so many positions. Now as he sat down he was imagining her and him in every single one of them.