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by Tracy Lorraine




  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Epilogue

  Acknowledgments

  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

  Claiming Bella

  About the Author

  Also by Tracy Lorraine

  Chasing Logan

  Tracy Lorraine

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  Prologue

  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

  Epilogue

  Claiming Bella

  About the Author

  Also by Tracy Lorraine

  Copyright © 2017 by Tracy Lorraine

  All rights reserved.

  No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  Michelle, everything happens for a reason x

  Acknowledgments

  These two boys had been inside my head for quite a while begging to come out. I’m so glad I found the time for them because I love them and their story. Chasing Logan was meant to be a standalone novel but the more I wrote the more I realised that there are others that have more to say. So this is the first in the Chasing Series!

  Firstly a huge thank you to Michelle. If I never met you then none of this would have happened. You introduced me to a whole world I never knew existed and it’s allowed me to find something that I never thought I’d be able to do. If you didn’t give me the push I needed then Logan and Cole would probably still be floating around inside my head, so thank you for giving me a kick up the arse when I needed it!

  Deanna, my number one stalker. Thank you for saying you’ll help with anything I need when I messaged you a while ago and asked for a favour. Your support means so much to me.

  As always, Pam, thank you so much for everything you do to make my stories make sense! I couldn’t do it without you.

  Thank you to all my amazing ladies in Tracy’s Angels. You guys are awesome. Not only do you leave me great reviews but you are there when I need you for advice or for something to be shared. I couldn’t do this without you lot.

  And finally thank you to everyone who has taken a chance on Logan and Cole, I hope you enjoy reading their story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

  Prologue

  “I don’t understand why there’ve got to be dancers. People are paying to come and hear me sing not watch people prance around on stage. They can go and watch Swan fucking Lake if that’s what they’re in to,” Chase snaps to a woman who has her back to me. She is dressed in a sharp tailored suit, I can sense the aura of power she is emitting from here. She must be his manager from the record label.

  I stay where I am in the shadows hoping they’ll move on in a minute so I don’t have to interrupt them. I don’t have a very good view of Chase from here but I can see enough to know that the photos I’ve seen of him really don’t do him any justice. He is even hotter in real life. Another surge of excitement rushes through me at the thought of being up close and personal to him in the coming months.

  “When you’ve got a platinum selling album I will take your suggestions more seriously. But as it stands we are your record label and we make the decisions. We’ve taken on board your concerns about this and we have reduced the number of dancers, but you are wrong, this is a show. People want to see more than you sat on a stool singing into a mic. Now get your arse in there. Rehearsals are about to start, and that can’t happen without the star of the show,” she replies sarcastically.

  He stares at her for a beat before pushing past her arrogantly and disappearing through a door. She marches behind him leaving the corridor clear.

  I feel some of the adrenaline I’ve been running on for the last couple of weeks wain a bit at Chase’s attitude towards this tour. This is the biggest gig that Bella and I have landed and the main guy doesn’t want us here. He doesn’t even seem even a little excited about his first nationwide tour.

  One

  “Oh my God, that was amazing,” Bella sings as we crash through our hotel room door, a bundle of excitement.

  Tonight was the first night of the tour and it went off with a bang. No one could bring me down off my high, not the other four dancers that are here with us who seem to think that this tour is below them, nor the look on Chase’s face every time I saw him off stage. I don’t know what his problem is but he’s definitely got that moody musician thing down. You’d think that most people would be beside themselves to have made it like he has but he looks anything but. And the way he barks orders at people leaves a lot to be desired. So much for the fun loving partygoer the press makes him out to be.

  “It was better than that. Now hurry up and get ready, I need a drink to celebrate,” I say as I begin pulling my t-shirt over my head. We changed out of our costumes after we came off stage but we both need showers before gracing other humans with our presence. Bella is my best friend so I have no problem telling her to her face that she is a sweaty mess, as am I!

  I was sweating from excitement and apprehension before we even stepped on stage earlier. I knew it was going to go well, rehearsals had been great and I was confident in what we were doing. It was the size of the audience that had the butterflies fluttering around in my stomach a little. Bella and I hadn’t danced in front of a crowd since we were kids and did shows, but even those audiences paled in comparison to the one Chase brought in tonight. Since then we’ve mainly been working on music videos and in films so the crowds were pretty small as it was generally just crew.

  The moment I stepped out on to the stage and looked out over all those faces I’m not ashamed to say that my stomach turned over. It was only for a fleeting second though because the music started and my inner showman took over. I only got a few minutes front and centre of the stage tonight with the other dancers, it’s not us that people are paying to see but it still gave me a huge rush.

  Chase was right in what he was saying that first day of rehearsals, the people in the audience tonight were here to hear his beautiful voice not watch us prance around, we’re just an added extra. With his music being indie pop there isn’t a huge call for dance routines but the record label insisted that the more up beat songs had more going on that a guy and a microphone. I have to say I agree with them mind you. It’s fine for Chase’s slower and more emotional songs to be him sat on a stool with a guitar or at a piano singing his heart out but when the tempo picks up more is needed. And I couldn’t be happier that I am part of that, along with my best friend of course.

  “Vodka cranberry and a pint of lager,” I say to the barman when we eventually get to the bar. The entire crew from the tour have overtaken this hotel for the two nights we are here and seeing as this is the opening night everyone is here celebrating its success.

>   Bella and I grab our drinks and reluctantly head over to where the other dancers are sat around a table already drinking. They are nice enough but as I said before they think this tour is beneath them, I’m sure they think they should be on Beyonce’s tour or something. Don’t get me wrong, they are good dancers, but I’m not sure they are quite that good, not yet any way.

  Bella and I start chatting away about the performance tonight but Jess, Chantelle, Paul and Connor roll their eyes at us and continue their earlier conversation about bum lifts.

  I glance over at Bella and we exchange a silent agreement to make some other friends. This tour could get old very fast if we have to spend our time hanging out with the fake bakes over there. From their dyed hair, botox, implants and tans they are four of the fakest looking people I think I’ve ever seen, and I’m pretty sure that isn’t just skin deep.

  The room fills up over the next hour or so until a hush falls over the entire group. I look over my shoulder to see what is going on to see Chase stroll into the bar. He looks just like he did earlier.

  Miserable.

  How can someone who is that gorgeous and talented be that grumpy all the time? Surely being on this tour means he’s achieved what he wanted, he’s a huge success and people everywhere are listening to his music.

  Maybe he’s saving his excitement for his next album to drop in a couple of weeks or something.

  “He just needs a good shag,” I hear from my left, catching my attention.

  “You think?” Paul replies to Chantelle with a smirk on his face.

  “Totally, and I know just the woman for the job,” she says going to get up from her seat.

  “He’s seeing someone isn’t he?” Connor chips in.

  “Yeah, he was photographed last week with Chloe Hart,” I say. So I may or may not have been stalking Chase on Twitter since we found out we were part of this tour. I couldn’t help it, I wanted to know who we’d be working with. Him being the hottest male to walk the planet obviously had nothing to do with it.

  “What the soap actress?”

  “Yeah, the little brunette. They were at an award ceremony together, there are pictures everywhere of them looking loved up. And he’s smiling!”

  “I thought he was with that singer, the one from Cherished Bliss?” Jess adds when she returns to the table.

  “Scarlet?” Paul asks

  “No. That was like a month ago, I think he moved on,” I say, although I regret it instantly because I’m looking more and more like a stalker with every statement that comes out of my mouth.

  “Been keeping tabs have you?” Connor asks. He gives me a little wink as he says it. If he thinks he’s got a chance with me then he’s seriously got another think coming. I’m sorry but camp gay guys really don’t do it for me. I want a man, a real man, not one that minces about. Oh and also not one that is practically orange with the amount of fake tan that is plastered on his skin and who is currently rocking more eye make up than Bella.

  “I wanted to know what I was getting myself into,” I say shrugging the comment off.

  “Okay, so basically we’re saying he’s a bit of a player and lonely then. Perfect, just the way I like them!” Chantelle purrs as she pushes her already ridiculously perky boobs up higher towards her chin and pulls her skirt up to reveal even more orange skin. Nice!

  We all watch as she saunters over to where Chase is sat. She gets stopped by a couple of slightly drunk crew members on her way over which gives me a chance to really look at what she is wearing, or not as the case maybe. She’s got on a cropped vest top, it’s so short that if you catch her at the right angle you get a shot of under boob, because wearing a bra is clearly too much effort. Then she’s got what I guess you could call a skirt but really it’s a scrap of fabric that is barely covering her arse. Heaven forbid she bends over just a little bit, the entire room will get a right orange eyeful, I do hope she hasn’t forgone underwear completely. Then to finish the look she has on a pair of hooker heels. Obviously she is in good shape, she is a dancer after all, but putting it all on display is so not necessary. Well I don’t think so anyway, the guys that are practically tripping over themselves to get a look as she continues towards her destination seem to disagree with me.

  I look back over at Bella and see her watching the show as well. I might not be into women but if I was, Bella would be my perfect woman. She is gorgeous but she doesn’t flaunt it. Her hair is the only fake thing about my best friend and I can just about cope with that. Naturally she is a blonde but she’s had bright red hair for as long as I can remember. She has flawless pale skin, with bright blue eyes and full lips. Her body is banging. Not that she allows anyone to see it, she is usually dressed, as she is now, in a pair of leggings with an oversized t-shirt hanging from her shoulders covering her perfection up. When I do manage to get her to dress up, which happens occasionally, she’s a total knockout. Any man would be lucky to have her on their arm, well that’s if she lets one get close enough.

  By the time I pull myself from my musings and turn back around, Chantelle is just about to approach Chase’s table. He is sat totally alone with a tumbler of golden liquid and a notebook in front of him. He looks like he has the entire world weighing down on his shoulders. The others have obviously noticed his attitude and are steering clear as well. Fair play to Chantelle for giving it a go though because he looks like he’ll bite the head off of anyone that approaches. He’s ignoring everything around him though and staring intently at his phone, probably texting Chloe.

  If I didn’t know that he’d just come off stage from his first night on tour then I’d never be able to guess from his behaviour. He looks like he’s had a bad day at work and is having a drink to forget it. But in reality he’s just had hundreds if not thousands of women screaming his name and throwing random things at him on stage. I’m sure I saw a bra at one point! I don’t understand why he isn’t totally buzzing after that. The rest of us are and we’re only a small part of this.

  Chantelle walks straight up to him and perches her arse on the edge of the table, exposing her bare leg to Chase. Not that he notices.

  He doesn’t notice anything until she reaches out and tips his head up with her fingers under his chin.

  It’s like it all happens in slow motion, it’s all quite amusing really after the confidence she had.

  His eyes run up over her leg, exposed stomach then to her very made up face. The grimace that he pulls makes me want to laugh. Clearly she isn’t his type at all. Not that it bothers Chantelle because she proceeds to place both hands on the table in front of her which causes her boobs to pop up right in front of Chase’s face.

  “Well, this is going well,” Paul comments, obviously thinking exactly the same as me.

  If it’s possible, Chase looks even more pissed off than he has done all night, and that is saying something.

  Bella can’t contain herself any longer and spits her drink out laughing when we watch Chantelle reach her hand out as if she is going to run it down Chase’s arm and he actually shoves his chair back in an attempt to get away from her.

  “I’m so sorry,” she says when she sees me wipe my neck that just got sprayed with her vodka cranberry.

  Chase says something to her but I’m a terrible lip reader so I have no idea what it is but she soon turns and starts storming back towards us so I’m guessing it wasn’t anything she wanted to hear.

  “Well, that was successful,” Bella comments when Chantelle gets close enough to hear her.

  “I’m meeting him later,” she replies without missing a beat.

  “Bollocks,” Bella states, “you just got turned down.”

  “Whatever,” Chantelle snaps before spinning on her heels and disappearing off in the direction of the toilets.

  “I can’t believe he turned her down,” Connor says once she’s out of view.

  “I can, does he look like Chantelle would be his type?”

  Chase is very boy next door. He’s got shaggy light
brown hair, dark green eyes and a stunning jaw line. Other than a suit in the award party pictures I was looking at, I’ve never seen him in anything other than a t-shirt with a long sleeved shirt layered over the top and a pair of jeans. Tonight is no different. His look doesn’t exactly scream I want a plastic princess.

  “Ha, what are you suggesting that his type is more Connor, or you?” Paul says with a laugh.

  The thought of Chase being gay gives me tingles. I try to enjoy the thought because I know it’s not true. He is most definitely into girls. He’s been seen with his tongue down enough of them. Anyway, a guy that stunning would never be gay. I know women always say guys that are too good looking must be gay, well from my experience they’re not because I have never found myself surrounded by guys as hot as Chase to pick from.

  “Don’t be stupid, he’s not gay,” Jess says. “He just needs the right woman. Challenge accepted. I’m gonna bide my time a little though, tease him, make him want it!” She slams her empty glass down on the table with a predatory look in her eyes before getting up and heading towards the bar.

  I glance over to Chase, who is still sat staring down at his phone, and I can’t help but feel sorry for him a little. I don’t think he realises that his misery is making him an even bigger challenge for these plastic princesses.

  “Shhh, everyone quiet,” someone, I think Pip the drummer, at the bar shouts and everyone does as he says. Seconds later the familiar sounds of Chase’s biggest hit so far fills the bar. Whoops and hollers go out around the room and drinks get downed in excitement.

  Bella and I follow suit and knock our drinks back. When I look over at her, she is carelessly laughing and it makes me so happy to see her enjoying herself. She’s had a tough few years and she very nearly gave all of this up. I’m so unbelievably proud of her.

  “Hey, look,” Bella says elbowing me in the arm and nodding her head to the other side of the room.

 

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