Can a werewolf who makes people disappear save his world — and get the boy of his dreams?
(Superordinary Society Series, Bk 1)
By Tara Lain
Jazz Vanessen is weird—and not just because he’s a werewolf. For most of his life, he’s felt different from his alpha male brothers and friends. Since he’s adopted, he can’t even blame it on family.
Now eighteen, Jazz meets his idol, the social activist Lysandra Mason, and her breathtaking nephew, Dash Mercury. When Dash is around, even stranger things start to happen, including Jazz falling hopelessly in lust. Not only is Jazz having visions, making people disappear, and somehow turning invisible, but somebody’s following him and threatening to reveal his pack’s secrets to the world.
Together with Dash and Jazz’s equally amazing friends—Carla, BeBop, Khadija, and Fatima—they discover the danger is even more lethal than they thought, and Jazz’s weirdness may save all their lives.
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The movie started, and as he’d guessed, it was crappy. But Carla was into it. She
bounced in her seat and munched handfuls of popcorn. Neither Jazz nor Dash had
gotten any, although Jazz had opted for the vanilla cola he and Carla both
loved. Jazz kind of wished he’d gotten popcorn, since maybe it would have
helped distract him from the warmth of Dash’s long, firm thigh just inches from
Jazz’s leg. The heat kept spreading like a lava flow up to parts that didn’t
need any more warming, and Jazz kept shifting from buttcheek to buttcheek.
Carla leaned over. “I got way too much popcorn. You guys want some?”
Dash stared skeptically at the huge bag Carla passed, but Jazz reached over, grabbed it, and clasped it like a life preserver, then held it out to Dash.
As two werewolves roared and attacked each other on the screen, Dash glanced at
the offer, then slid a hand into the half-empty bag, dug around, and guided a
handful of white kernels toward his mouth. Jazz dragged his eyes away from
those lips that he could easily imagine devouring something other than popcorn.
He dug his own hand into the bag, grabbed a handful, and shoved it into his
mouth, spilling several puffs down his front.
Dash murmured, “Um, good.”
Jazz agreed. He dove for more as Dash did the same, and their hands met somewhere in the middle of the bag, bumping. They both froze.
Jazz held his breath. What to do? Just as he almost made a decision to pull his hand out, he—did he?—felt Dash’s finger move. The soft, warm digit might have caressed the palm of Jazz’s hand. Maybe. Now he really didn’t know what to do.
Two of Dash’s fingers dragged over Jazz’s palm, an area of his body that must have
nerves stretching directly to his penis because the pressure produced an equal
and opposite reaction. For a second, they sat there, frozen, Jazz’s whole brain
dwelling somewhere between his thighs. Then Dash intertwined their fingers and
Jazz thought he’d have an orgasm right there, every nerve-ending throbbing.
“Hey you guys, don’t bogart the popcorn.” Carla reached across Dash’s body toward the bag. Fortunately, her eyes remained fixed on the screen where two
werewolves were stalking each other through the forest.
Dash managed to let go of Jazz’s fingers, and Jazz pulled his hand out in time to
allow Carla to drag the bag away from his erection, which was so huge it could
probably shove ten people out of the theater.
Dash stared at Lys as she calmly reviewed her emails and sipped champagne. Her limo was equipped with all the comforts. But right now he was tempted to snatch some
of that comfort from her hand to get her to pay attention. “Lys, are you going
to tell the Magicouncil?”
She looked up, curious. No, that wasn’t right. Evasive, that’s what she looked.
“What do you want me to tell them, Dash?”
“That we’ve experienced two unexplained surges of power in this area in the last two days. And the second one was significant. Hell, Lys, the hair on my arms is
still standing on end.”
“They’ll then ask me where it came from.” She drained the last inch of bubbly in her glass.
He raised his eyebrows. “And you’ll tell them that you think it came from some
unregistered and unexplained kid in a backwater called Hartford, Connecticut.”
She gave him a wry smile. “Don’t forget, I come from this backwater.”
“Only by accident.”
She set the empty glass in the side compartment next to her seat. “What did you think of him?”
Dash inhaled. Strange, but he didn’t want to tell her everything. “He’s powerful.
Amazingly so. But—” He shrugged. “—he’s different. I don’t think he knows
anything. And there’s something really odd about him. Like a power I don’t
get.” He looked at her face and realized she looked uncomfortable. “What did
“I’m not as impressed as you are.” She stared at her computer screen. “You know that there are many humans who have skills they’re unaware of.”
“You think that’s all it is? Seriously? All that power?”
She turned and met his eyes. “I don’t think we should go off half-cocked, getting the council all riled up and intruding on this boy’s life until we know more. He
comes from a very powerful human family, Dash, one with money and influence. We
can’t start harassing him without consequence.” She glanced at her hands. “I
wish we’d met more of his family. That might explain something about his
“Well, you set up the perfect scenario to learn more about him.”
She smiled slowly—and slyly. “You finally got with the program.”
He barked a laugh. “You’re always a step ahead of me, Mistress.”
“And don’t you forget it. By the way, I loved your comment about absorbing
experience from the cosmos. Very cute.”
He smiled to cover his hard swallow.
She gazed at him and sipped her champagne. “Think of this assignment as a chance to further prove yourself. A step toward—well, let’s just say big things, where you really can absorb teachings from the cosmos.”