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Tracker's End (Wind Dragons MC #3)(8)
Author: Chantal Fernando

Closing the space between us, I wrap my arms around his bare waist and rest my head on his warm chest. I’m awkward and tense at first, but my body relaxes against him. It comes naturally. He kisses my hair and I sigh. Starting to feel a little too comfortable in this position, I pull away. I stand there in silence for a moment, shifting uncomfortably.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” he says with a smile.

“It wasn’t completely unbearable.”

He lets out a bark of laughter.

“Heard we’re on a birthday mission today,” he murmurs, blue eyes soft and sleepy.

“Heard you volunteered,” I reply with a sardonic brow.

“Faye needs to keep her mouth shut,” he says with no heat in his voice. “I just thought it would be a good idea if someone tagged along. Made sure you didn’t get into trouble.”

I roll my eyes. “It’s Anna who gets into trouble, not me.”

“We’ll see,” he says with a boyish grin. “You get the princess sorted while I take a quick shower.”

I push up my glasses, images of him in the shower flashing through my dirty mind. “O-okay.”

Real smooth, Lana. I hate how nervous I get around him.

Another knowing grin and he heads to his bathroom.

Of course I stand there and watch his bare back as he leaves. Some women like abs, some like nice eyes. I like those things too, but I have a thing for a sexy, strong, muscular back.

And Tracker’s back is hot. Broad, tanned, toned, and tattooed.

The intricate dragon tattoo staring at me is fierce and symbolic.

The Wind Dragons MC.

A reminder that he’s one of them.

And who am I?

Anna’s friend. Clover’s nanny.

I don’t belong on the back of a bike. I lead a quieter, simpler life. One with privacy. But I also have a secret. I run my hand over the cover of the book Faye had handed me.

When they say it’s the quiet ones you should look out for, I think they’re referring to me.

People think I’m a prude, virginal, even innocent. And maybe I am, but my mind isn’t.

It is uninhibited, imaginative, and creative.

Which is how I became Zada Ryan, bestselling erotic romance author.

* * *

No one but my mother knows I am Zada Ryan, not even Anna. I started writing in high school after she left, and I never stopped. I wrote about sex. A lot. My mind would run wild, and all my fantasies, thoughts, and dreams would end up on paper. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t exactly experienced, so I did a lot of research. I read books; I watched movies; I studied couples out in public. I’m always paying attention to those around me. I’m not embarrassed of my career; I just want to remain anonymous. It’s a secret side of me that only I know about—it’s mine, and I don’t want to share it.

When I sent my manuscript to an agent, I never thought they’d want me. But they did. When a publisher made me an offer, I was over the moon. The money was amazing, but I would have done it for free. It was my dream. I never imagined my books would become so big. I had so many other books already written that the publisher published one of my books every other month for the last year and a half.

I paid off my mom’s house. I bought myself a car. Mom and I always struggled with money when I was growing up, so I can’t describe how good it feels to be able not to worry about finances, and to help my mom after everything she’s done for me. She sacrificed a lot as a single mother, working hard so I could have everything I needed, and I wanted to repay her in some way.

I didn’t have much left after that, but that was perfectly fine with me. When Anna suggested I take the job as Clover’s nanny, I couldn’t say no without telling her how I was now earning my money. I’m currently not on any deadlines, other than those set by myself, and I really had nothing better to do with my time. The truth is, I have a bad case of writer’s block. I wanted a new book idea, but nothing was coming to me, so I thought stepping back and doing something else might help. I had no qualifications or anything like that. I didn’t even know many kids, but I liked them and they seemed to like me. Plus, I was responsible. So I googled what needs a girl Clover’s age would have and went from there.

Besides, making an effort to get out of the house was a good idea for me, because all I normally do when I’m not at school is stay at home writing. I don’t really have any friends, apart from Anna, and I’ve lived in this town my whole life. It sounds sad, but I’m an introvert and usually enjoy my own company. Having Anna back though has made me consider getting my own place now and branching out. It’s time.

“Lana?”

I almost forgot Clover is even here. Some nanny I am. “Hi, cutie.”

“I put on the TV,” she says, pointing to the living room. “I am watching Adventure Time. Want to watch it with me?”

“We can watch until Tracker gets ready, but then we have to go, okay?”

She scowls. “Why is Uncle Tracker coming?”

My eyes widen. I know she loves Tracker, so I’m taken aback at her cute little fierce expression. “Why, don’t you want him to come?”

She steps closer, placing her chubby little hand on mine and lowering her voice. “There’s a boy there that I like. The boys don’t get to be princesses; they get to be pirates. Uncle Tracker will scare him away. He told me so.”

I purse my lips to contain my laughter. “You’re a little young for boys, Clover, honey, don’t you think?” I give her a wink. “In ten years you’re going to drive them all crazy.”

   
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