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Kadian Tracey

I was born Kadian Tracey on the beautiful island of Jamaica, Kingston to be exact, but soon began moving all over the place. From Marverly to Brown’s Town back to Marverly, then eventually ended up in Golden Springs. At thirteen years old, I was adopted and moved to Toronto Canada. It was a crazy move, I know, and snow? Cold! I began writing poems at an early age and soon graduated to song lyrics—when I was going through my when-I-grow-up-I-wanna-be-a-singer phase. Eventually I stopped writing for I found a new love, acting. But I couldn’t stay away from writing for very long. Soon I was trying my hand at scripts.

My love of romance novels started at eight years old. I got bored between the bookmobile visits in Jamaica and dove under my mom’s bed to find something to read. I crashed into her Mills and Boons—you know the really old ones?—books and KISS Romance magazines and it was all downhill from there. I don’t think I ever paid attention to the content back then, all I cared about was that I was reading.

At seventeen, I thought writing a romance isn’t that hard so I decided to write my own. It wasn’t as easy as I thought and by the time I turned eighteen, I had a three story series done and ready to go. But my computer didn’t seem to like them for it crashed with them. But still I write.

In my spare time—though at times it seem that I don’t have any—I love acting, trying to sing like the girls in the Hindi movies, dancing, swimming, torturing my friends, cooking, reading, writing—of course, cultures—primarily Irish, Chinese, Japanese, Jamaican—of course, Hindi—and so much more. I am also a graduate of Radio Broadcasting with honours and a student attending University for my BA in Communications Studies with a Minor in Dramatic Arts.

I also pen sensual romance under the name Kendra Mei Chailyn and write as a member of the Writing Divas as K.D. Tracey.

Website : http://trueloveiscolourblind.yolasite.com

A Lover's Wish

Written By: Kadian Tracey
Published By: Devine Destinies
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All her life, Kianna Sanderson has wanted to travel. Fascinated with Chinese culture, Kianna has saved every spare...

Dao's body was stiff, sitting against the leather seat in the private plane. He rested his elbow against the window and propped his chin up with his arm. The plane taxied down the runway and lifted into the air. He never liked flying, but when the plane lifted off from Pearson International Airport, Dao didn't get that strange, queasy feeling he normally got. At that moment, he just felt numb and cold. He couldn't feel anything else. That scared him because he wanted to feel something, anything at all.

When the plane levelled off and the seatbelt sign pinged off, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eyes and he looked around. Kianna--he had been a horrible host to her. It was strange for she had been so quiet in the grand chaos of his mind that he had forgotten she was there. He was literally kidnapping her from her home, taking her across the world and he hadn't even explained to her what was happening. To make matters worse, he had just sat there like a zombie while she was probably bored or hurting and confused.

The ride over in the limo she had tried to get him to eat, but Dao wasn't really hungry. She had then given him a protein shake from the limo's fridge right after threatening to hook him up to an IV if he didn't eat something. Feeling horrible, he had taken it and drank a couple of swallows before handing it back. The smile she had given him then caused him to take the can back and drain it. Just to see her smile. She had just shifted in her seat and that had caught his attention.

If he had any doubts about hiring her before, they were gone when he saw the way she spoke to his flight attendants. She had stepped up to the plate and ordered that he have something light for lunch since she wasn't sure when the last time was that he had eaten. Kelly, the stewardess agreed. As he sat there watching her read, a smile graced his eyes and he inhaled deeply. "I'm sorry," he spoke.

Her head snapped up from the book she was reading.

"I should tell you what is happening and where we're going."

"That would be nice." She nodded and closed the book. "I did not want to add more stress to what you were going through."

"How do you know it is stressful?"

"You all but kidnapped me." She smirked.

Dao nodded. "I deserved that."

"But seriously." Kianna smiled. "I can see it in your eyes."

"The phone call I got earlier was from my parents. Well my mother at least. She never calls me. I always call her because it's really expensive for her to call me and I don't want her spending too much money because of a phone call. In order for her to call, she has to travel on the Li River and I don't like her doing that alone. She told me that my father had an accident and they don't think he has much time."

"I'm sorry--"

"Thank you. So we're heading to Yangshuo. I know it's a little bit out of your life, but I would really appreciate you with me so that I can still do a little business while I'm there." He arched his brow for the look she was giving him was starting to scare him. Moving close to her, he knelt before her. She was shaking slightly, but her gaze didn't leave his face. Dao was scared. "Kianna!" He took her hands. Her fingertips were freezing. Lifting her fingers to his lips, he blew against them before burying her smaller hands inside his. "Kianna? Speak to me."


He was stunned because the way she said it was the exact same way a person from Yangshuo would pronounce it. The emphasis was on the right letters and he wondered how she knew to do that. She couldn't have gotten it by him saying the word once. "Yes."

"Your parents live in Yangshuo--Xingping?"

"Yes, to be exact."

"Your parents live in Xingping."

"Kianna, you said that already. What's wrong? I can let you go back to Toronto once we get to Hong Kong if you'd like."

"No." She shook her head and looked down into his eyes. "I saved for years to go to China. Then there was a family emergency and I gave the money to help. I never thought I'd be able to save up enough to go because it's so expensive to travel."

"Well now you are going." He smiled. "I'm sorry that it's under such dire circumstances, but you will get a chance to see some things while there."

"Thank you," she whispered. "But we are going to China to make sure your parents are well--not for me to go on vacation."

Dao watched her. There was a strength in her voice and eyes that caused his heart to throb sweetly within his chest. He was still holding her hands. When she bowed her head and looked at where he held her, he let her go and moved back to his seat. But his gaze never left her, even after she went back to her book. Tilting his head, he glanced at the cover and blushed before turning to look out the window. She was reading one of those romance novels that his mother would read when he was younger. Even today, he would get them specially translated into Cantonese and shipped to her. They would make her sound so happy.

At that moment, Dao wondered what kind of men Kianna dated. Did she like them to touch her tenderly or roughly? Was she a romantic person? Turning his head, he looked at her and for that moment, his depression was gone. His gaze caressed her face--with the full lips, sad brown eyes, proud nose. While his gaze travelled down her neck, over full breasts and lower, his mind came to one conclusion--any man she dated was lucky.

He said nothing. Dao took his pleasure from watching her read. From time to time, she would gasp and flip the page quickly. Other times, she would smile or giggle softly.

"Our flight is fourteen hours, roughly," he spoke.

She looked up.

"I didn't mean to interrupt you, but would you like to talk? My brain is going too fast and I need to hear someone's voice."

She smiled and closed her book. She stuck it beside her in the seat and crossed her legs.

Dao bit back a moan. Nothing she did was overtly sexual, but just that alone--their simplicity turned him on more than he even thought was possibly.

"What would you like to talk about?"

"I don't know. Tell me a little about yourself."

"There isn't much to tell. I'm an only child now, both parents are gone. My brother was killed in a car accident when I was seventeen."

"I'm sorry."

"It's alright, really," she replied. "It happened over ten years ago."

"What do you like to do?"

"Nothing lately. I haven't had the urge to do much of anything. But before, I loved the theatre, reading, trying to learn different languages--geeky things like that." She chuckled. "I told you there wasn't much."

Dao nodded. "Thanks for the warning." A smile was on his lips. "This may be none of my business and if it is, please tell me and I will respect your answer. Are you seeing anyone?" He watched as she looked away from him and reached for her book again. He assumed she didn't want to talk about it so he nodded and looked back out the window. He had crossed the line, but for some reason he wanted her to look at him and answer to the negative. The thought of her being with another man angered him. He chuckled to himself before getting up and turning to leave the main area.

"Mr. Zhi?"

"It's Dao--please."

"Dao--no I'm not seeing anyone."

The relieved smile that swam over him shocked Dao. It was a good thing he wasn't looking at her when she spoke for she would have seen it.

"Where are you going?"

"I was going to leave you to your book," Dao replied. Wiping the smile from his face, he turned around to look at her. "I thought that was what you wanted. Did I think wrong?"

"Yes," her voice was soft and she stood. She walked toward him.

Dao could not move away. He thought maybe she wanted to walk around him, but his feet wouldn't move. Still, he stood in her path, but she didn't try to get around him. Instead, she braced a palm against his chest, pushed up onto her tiptoes and brushed her lips gently against his. He growled and reached for her hair. He tangled his fingers in it, then pulled her lips roughly against his. When her lips spread for his tongue, he readily drank from her heat, sliding his tongue against hers and growling his satisfaction. He bit against her lower lip and pulled before sucking the pain away. He took her lips again, this time he conquered her, tasting, kneading, moulding their mouths together. When she finally pulled back, Dao was out of his mind with arousal, but let his hands fall away from her. "What--what was that for?" he questioned, pulling her lips back to his again. She tasted so good, his mouth watered. He was drunk with her scent.


* * * *


Kianna Sanderson had just done something completely out of her league. Kissing someone by just taking what she wanted was never something she would normally do, especially with her boss. But Dao's lips were calling to her and she couldn't resist. Inhaling deeply, she pulled way from him and stumbled into her seat again.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. Her body was still pulsating sweetly from the kiss. It was a short kiss, but it was the most wonderful kiss she'd ever experienced. It was so wrong, but it had caused her heart to hammer in her chest. All she had to do was behave herself and not maul her boss because she thought he was so sexy. Burying her face in her hands, Kianna inhaled deeply.


His voice was soft, husky. She didn't look at him. How could she look him in the eyes after what she had just done? She felt his hands on her, trying to pull her hands away, but she fought him back. He was stronger, however, and her hands fell away.

"What are you sorry about, Kianna?" his voice showed genuine concern. "We're two consenting adults. We shared a kiss--one that I thoroughly enjoyed. Why are you sorry?"

Kianna couldn't speak. The words that she wanted to put forth died in her throat. He had said he enjoyed her kiss and she knew then he was toying with her. He had to have been. How could he--Dao Zhi--have wanted a kiss from her? She rubbed her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Talk to me."

"It didn't happen," Kianna spoke strongly. "It never happened."

"Kianna I don't--"

"There's nothing for you to understand!" Kianna interrupted too harshly. "It never happened."

All her life, Kianna Sanderson has wanted to travel. Fascinated with Chinese culture, Kianna has saved every spare penny. The unexpected death of her parents snatches her dream of travelling from her grip and fate forces her to use her savings to pay for the funerals. Defeated, depressed and dying slowly on the inside, she goes through her days on automation. Dao takes one look at Kianna and something inside snaps. He wants to get to know her better and hires her as his personal assistant. Destiny intercedes and a family emergency sends him rushing to China, taking Kianna with him. Dao deals with Kianna’s low view of herself, his family’s emergency and everything else that comes with courting a woman outside his culture. Unexpectedly handed a chance to glimpse her lost dream, Kianna is forced to confront her fears.
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Made to Bend, not Break

Written By: Kadian Tracey
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Macy Hines has the perfect marriage, a beautiful, Manga drawing teenage daughter and she lives in a town filled th...

The breeze off the sea travelled upward and brushed over my face. I lifted my face and closed my eyes. I was so far into the simple pleasure of it all that when he walked up behind me I did not sense him.


I gasped and swirled around. There he was. This time, however, he wore more than a speedo-esque bathing suit. He was dressed in a pair of jeans, a graphic t-shirt that I couldn’t really see well in the dim light, and a suit jacket. His hair was finger-raked backward and he hadn’t shaved. Draco De Luca cleaned up very well. I glanced around him, then up into his eyes. He was so tall. “Draco? What are you doing here?”

“My mother is this party’s hostess,” he explained.

“Your mother? Who’s your mother?”


That rang false to me for Tricia never recognized him on the beach, yet she was such good friends with Capri. Of the five years Tricia had been visiting Camogli, had Capri not spoken about her son? That would seem strange, considering.

“You do not believe me. I can see it in your eyes. May I sit here?”

I nodded feebly and shuffled over so he could sit and I could face him. I did not know if I liked a man who could read me so readily. It was quite unnerving knowing someone knew what you were thinking before you voiced it. It was as though he was snooping around in my head and I suddenly felt invaded. If it was anything I prised above all else, was the sanctity of my thoughts. Those were things that could not be taken from me no matter what else was stolen.

“I met Tricia the first time tonight. For the first few years my mother spoke about this woman, Tricia Mantle, I was living in England. For the past couple of years, I started a business in Paris. Besides, I travel a great deal at the moment. This would be the first time that I am here the same time she is.”

“Oh.” I felt like a fool. “I’m sorry. It’s just that on the beach she didn’t know who you were and I figured she would know you since her and Capri seemed such close friends.”

“No need to be sorry. Even if my mother had spoken about me, she probably introduced me as Dragon.” He spoke so softly it was almost like a breath.

My gaze fell to his lips and I found myself wondering what would happen should I just reach in and brush those luscious lips with my own. I jerked away when I caught myself and rubbed a hand over my face.

“I do not bite, Macy. I promise. I only seek conversation.”

“It’s not that.” I lied. “What would you like to talk about?”

He smirked.

My breath caught in my throat.

“I am going to go out on a limb and say that talking about why I see fear in your eyes each time you look at me is off limits. How about you tell me a little about yourself?”

“There isn’t much to tell.” I turned from him. “I’m a mother.”

“A wife, I assume?”

“Not any more,” I whispered. There—I said it. It was out in the universe and no matter how much I wanted to take it back, I couldn’t. It felt like saying that I was no longer Kevin’s wife made it true. The admission felt like I was speaking something dirty and it left a bad taste in my mouth. I wasn’t sure if we were divorced yet for I had a chance to give Martin a call. It was pretty much a done deal since Kevin wanted Sharon and me gone. I took a deep breath and lifted my eyes to the dark spot where the ocean should be and stared.

“This may sound harsh, but I am happy you’re no longer married,” he said.

I felt his breath against my ear and I shivered. I didn’t jerk away, though for it felt so good. A little intimacy after so long felt like heaven. “Why is that?” I managed.

“I have travelled a lot, Macy, and I have met more women than I can count. But I have never met anyone like you.”

“I bet you say that to all the girls.”

“No. I do not speak just to hear myself or because I love the sound of my voice. I speak the truth. There is something so exotic and breathtaking about you…the way the moon glows off your dark skin, the look in your eyes when you are wondering should you kiss me or not.”

“Egotistic, much?”

“I saw the way your eyes trailed over my lips, Macy. Do you deny it?”

What could I say? I could lie. He was so close, I could scarcely think. Each time I turned to him and inhaled his scent being carried on the air, filling my body, it drove me to dizziness. I couldn’t deny it and on the same breathe I would never admit it. I couldn’t. I refused to go there again with Kevin or Draco. My heart was on the mend and I could not risk it getting broken again.

“I fear I must let my intentions known,” Draco said. He moved mouth from side to side so that his breath caressed my ear, my neck and behind my ear. “I have every intention of having you by my side, in my arms—in my bed.”

“You’re full of yourself.” I drew away reluctantly.

“No—just determined.”

Macy Hines has the perfect marriage, a beautiful, Manga drawing teenage daughter and she lives in a town filled the perfect stepford wives—that is until her life takes on a dramatic turn. Her husband leaves her for a younger woman, her daughter hates her, she becomes best friends with vodka and the community she had been so involved with suddenly turn their backs on her. After trying desperately to put her life back together and failing miserably, Macy decides to take her best friend’s offer of an all expense paid trip to Italy for all three of them in order to breathe and work out her issues. At this rate, it feels like it will take a miracle to save her. Draco De Luca is at that age where he’s looking for a woman to spend the rest of his life with, and so far he hasn’t been having much luck. That is until he visits his mother’s house for a dinner and meets an ebony goddess with sad brown eyes. But her past demons are getting in the way—she has been damaged, and now he has to decide if he has to let her go to be whole again, or should he help?
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Re's Curse

Written By: Kadian Tracey
Series: Shadowcat #1
Published By: Devine Destinies
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Dr. Chelsea Morgan and her team of archaeologists did a bad thing. Now it has come back to haunt her. In order to...

"Er--I'm looking for Re Hamadi," she told him.

He peered at her with an arched eyebrow, "You're lookin' for Re." It was a statement on his part rather than a question. "Now why would a pretty little thing like you be lookin' for an old dog like him?"

Chelsea blinked at him blankly for a brief moment before hauling in an impatient breath, "Yes. That's what I said. Is he here or not?"

The bartender shook his head and pointed to a man at the far end of the bar. He was looking up pensively at the television screen just across him.

'Thanks," she spat, tugging at the hem of her suit jacket. Lifting her chin, she walked over to him and cleared her throat. He didn't turn and once again, she cleared her throat. "You Re?"

"Depends on who's askin'," he still stared at the screen. "Ah come on, Ump! What was that!" he tossed his hands up before turning on his stool to face her.

He lounged backward with his elbows against the bar, a glass in one hand.

She bit back a gasp and tried to hide the stunned look on her face. He was absolutely breathtaking. His green eyes darkened at her.

He shoved long fingers through his long hair that had fallen into his face when he looked slightly down at her.

She took a reflexive step backward. "I'm Dr. Chelsea Morrigan," she told him. "I need to talk to you."

"Doctor, is it?" his voice was a slightly husky whisper.

There was a hint of an accent now--one she couldn't quite place. He lifted the glass to his lips and took a long swig.

"Never did like that term. Well, I guess since you won't be telling me to turn my head and cough, it should be alright. What's on your mind?"

"Can we talk somewhere else?" she wanted to know, shivering slightly. "We kinda need quiet."

His kissable lips tugged upward slightly at one corner and his eyes narrowed, "Lady, you don't need quiet to take advantage of this body. I'd give it to you anywhere."

Heat danced around Chelsea's cheeks. She could see him doing just that, too--on the hood of her car, against a wall, bent over the rail on a balcony--but she couldn't lose her head. She lifted her chin even higher, "That's not what I want to talk to you about. I just need about ten minutes of your time."

His eyes bore into her, his face expressionless and it felt like he stared at her for an eternity. Finally he slipped from the stool and dug in his pockets. Slamming money on the counter, he placed his glass atop it just before the long, black coat he wore flopped about his ankles. He glanced at the screen again and for a moment she thought he would send her away to watch his game.

"Alright we can talk outside," he told her. "That's the best I can do."

Chelsea nodded and turned for the door with a few of the bar's patrons whistling at her.

"Knock it off!" Re's voice thundered and instantly the men turned once more to whatever it was they had been doing.

She hurried through the doors and once fresh air hit her face, she inhaled greedily. Re found her with her face tilted upward, her eyes closed, hauling in air.

"What is it that was so damned important that you have to take me away from my game?"

"Your team was losing anyway," Chelsea's chin lifted.

"Well, you're taking me away from precious yelling at the screen time."

"Like I said, I'm Doctor Morrigan, an archaeologist--"

"Oh boy. I already don't like this conversation."

"Why is that?"

"Archaeologists have a damn nasty habit of sticking their noses where it doesn't belong--digging up things that should have been left buried--want me to continue?"

Chelsea groaned, wondering if she had made the right decision coming to find this man. Her mentor told her if anyone could help her find the book and not get killed in the process it was Re. With that thought, she reined in her temper and folded her arms across her chest, "My team and I were in Cairo last month at this dig. We were only allowed in if we showed them everything we found. But, ah--"

"You took something you shouldn't have and you didn't show it to them. Okay, look, lady, this would go a lot smoother and faster if you told me what you took and where it is."

Chelsea wanted to cry, "We took a book--"

He chuckled, but the mirth didn't reach his eyes. It was more of a sound of disbelief than a chuckle really, "What book?"

"Of Secrets--"

"The only book of secrets that I know that has anything to do with Egyptians is the--no one is that stupid!"

"Yes, but we didn't know how to open it. I was going to study it and bring it right back."

"So it was you?"

"You know about the stolen book?"

"Lady, there are very few things happening to the Bubasti that I don't know about. Where is the book now?"

"It was stolen--I don't know how it happened because it was under lock and key and I had the only key to it, but it's gone."

"You have got--" he stopped and sniffed.

Chelsea looked at him, wondering what grown man ever did that. He turned his head, his long hair dancing with his movement. She felt a little paranoid at him looking around and glanced over her shoulders before eying him, "You alright?"

"Do you have a number I can reach you?"

"Yes, why?"

He held out his hand.

Chelsea dug through her purse for a business card. She dropped it in his large palm.

"Now get in your car and go," he told her. His voice was calm with a hint of ice to it.


"Go now!"

Fear gripped her insides as she remembered what Chance had told her. She turned toward her vehicle. She was halfway to it when she saw him reach beneath his coat and pulled out what resembled a short staff. She wondered where that was before for she hadn't seen it while they were inside the pub. He did something and the staff instantly elongated. As she sped away, Chelsea glanced into her mirror and could have sworn she saw a rather large animal, leap from the dark at Re.

Dr. Chelsea Morgan and her team of archaeologists did a bad thing. Now it has come back to haunt her. In order to rectify the situation, she is told of a man name Re Hamadi who should be able to help her. When she finally finds Re at his favorite haunt, she is instantly taken by him, but Re is more of a pain in the butt than anything else. Then just when she makes up her mind to hate him, things start popping out of the dark--things that fairytales and nightmares are made of. Re Hamadi has finally settled into his hell of a cursed life. He has managed, for centuries, to stay ahead of his very own people who are hunting him. Then in one night, with one dumb thing, Dr. Chelsea Morgan brings the Bubasti and the followers of Set right back into his life. But what's a man to do when one kiss boils his blood?
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Re's Redemption

Written By: Kadian Tracey
Series: Shadowcat #2
Published By: Devine Destinies
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It’s been months since the death of Chelsea’s mentor and her and Re travel to Egypt to return the Yava...
It’s been months since the death of Chelsea’s mentor and her and Re travel to Egypt to return the Yava. Though so far things have been quiet. She clings to her love for this Kyphur shifter, fighting by his side against the dark forces of Set.

Re begins worrying that a war is coming. Soon Re’s ex pops in, confirming Re’s worries and they are pushed into a fight against time to stop a Settie army before it can do any damage. But when the smoke clears, Re’s heart will break and he will be forced to make a decision…redemption or revenge.

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