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Jazz’s Journey

Hi. I’m Tara Lain and I’m so excited to be celebrating the release of Hidden Powers, my brand new paranormal, new adult romance. This book was a long time in the making. Back in 2015, when I completed the third book in my Tales of the Harker Pack, I had a strong urge to write a story for a character I had introduced in that series – an orphan werewolf named Jasper, called Jazz, who we meet in his early teens. He’s adopted by the wealthy human family, the Vanessens. He plays a major role in Wolf in Gucci Loafers and a small part in Winter’s Wolf. I kept thinking about him, but he was really young in those stories – too young for a romance. Plus, I felt like I’d wrapped up my werewolf saga in Winter’s Wolf. But Jazz kept haunting me.

I had a brainstorming session with my friends ZA Maxfield and Lex Valentine and something Lex said resonated with me. She said, orphans make great characters because you never know where they came from. Another character from Wolf in Gucci Loafers also stayed with me and surprisingly, she was a girl. The governor’s daughter, Carla Mendes was such an intrepid character in the story and I kept thinking that she’d be a great friend for Jazz, but she’s human and Jazz is an alpha werewolf.

So I stumbled around writing a story about Jazz being in college and working with his grandfather and falling for a guy who works for his grandfather too – and I was even boring myself! So I shelved the idea.

Then months later I started thinking, what if – what if Jazz isn’t confined to the Harker Pack world? What if Carla is his best friend and what if he has more than one friend who helps him? Helps him what? Why save the world, of course. And what if he’s more or different than we think he is and what if finding out what he is becomes a big part of the first book. And what if I call this group of friends by some name. What name?

I had to start writing and write some more and learn about this group of extraordinary friends, some supernatural and some human. I looked up synonyms for those words and found – Superordinary. The Superordinary Society was born.

I’ve had so much fun writing this book and I’m deeply engrossed in the second story that will continue their saga. I hope you love Jazz’s journey to discovery of his Hidden Powers.

Lysandra’s nephew escorted her to a seat at the governor’s table, then sat beside her. After he pushed her chair back in, he suddenly raised his head like a deer scenting the air and glanced around the crowd. It was kind of like when Jazz smelled danger or someone he knew, but this guy was no werewolf. He might look supernatural, but to Jazz’s nose, he came across as human.

Carla gave Jazz a rough elbow to the ribs. “Close your mouth, or better yet, stuff it with some of that outrageous pile of protein. His name’s Dashiell”—she said it like Dasheel—“as in dash-ing, but she calls him Dash. You’ll get to meet him.”

“I will? Why?” Weirdly, his heart slammed against his ribs.

“Because they’re sitting at our table, and so are you. Come on.” She grabbed his arm.

He pulled it back. Okay, too much. “Uh, I’m not so sure.”

“Why? You’re not shy.”

“She’s just my idol, you know. Sometimes idols are best seen from afar. You don’t notice the cracks.”

She smiled wryly. “You sure it’s not fear of getting a mighty erection in public over Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss?”

He lightly punched her shoulder. Of course, she was close to the truth.

“Dad says Lysandra Mason’s a love.” She hauled on his arm again.

“My food—”

“Bring it.”

He left it on the table and wiped his hands on his jeans.

She laughed.

He let himself be dragged over to where the governor and his wife were sitting with some members of his staff that Jazz mostly recognized from photos. And sure enough, the great lady herself was there, sitting beside—what had Carla called him?—Mr. Dashing Pretty Puss. The closer Jazz got, the prettier he looked. Her too. Strange. Usually humans looked more—human up close. You saw the freckles and blemishes. It made them real and charming. These two just stayed beautiful. Flawless skin, glowing hair, and luminous eyes. Lysandra’s nephew turned to look at Jazz, and Jazz saw that his eyes were some shining shade of pale green. Lysandra’s hair was brown mixed with blond, or vice versa, while the guy’s hair was actually very dark brown with deep shades of red, like fire. Jazz wanted to be invisible so he could sit down and stare at the two of them until his eyes bled.

His hands started to tingle and a quiver vibrated up his spine. Totally cray.

Carla grabbed his arm. “Hey. You okay? You got kind of pale.”

He forced a smile. “Just too much hero worship.”

She marched up to the table like the daughter of a governor—one who knew no fear—and stuck out her hand to Lysandra Mason. “Hi. I’m Carla Mendes, and I’m thrilled to meet you.”

“Delighted, Carla.” The smile Lysandra gave her was warm and genuine.

Carla reached back to Jazz. “This is my best friend, Jazz Vanessen. He’s one of your biggest fans.”

Lysandra turned her gaze to Jazz. Whoa. Where her eyes had appeared hazel at a distance, he now saw that they were gold—a pale yellow-gold like some kind of bizarre cat—but beautiful. Those eyes widened a little, probably at his adoring expression. “Hello, Jazz. How lovely to meet you.”

They weren’t words. They were music that filled his head like sweet smoke. He took her offered hand, almost scared he’d get a shock. Instead, her touch might have been more of a mist that slipped into his veins and made his blood dance like champagne.

Her eyes never left his as she shook his hand, then held it a few seconds longer. She finally blinked. “Carla and Jazz, may I present my nephew, Dashiell Mercury. We call him Dash.”

Jazz was scared to look. He might turn to stone. But when he shifted his glance, Dash was staring at him, his gaze focused.

Carla made a slight snorting sound. “Dash Mercury? Planning on giving FedEx some competition?”

Mrs. Mendes said, “Carla, enough of your smart mouth.”

Dash Mercury dragged his eyes from Jazz to look at Carla. And then he did it. He smiled. The seemingly immoveable, perfect face broke out into dimples and smile lines and crinkles.

Jazz’s mouth dropped open again, and he couldn’t get it closed.

“But I only bring the very best stuff to your door.” Dash laughed. If Jazz had expected a silky, even oily, voice, he was surprised to find Dash sounded pretty much like a regular guy. Friendly, casual, teenage. But Jazz’s wolf senses said that this dude was… something else. Human, yes, but unknown. Unexplored. Maybe dangerous