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  Protecting Jazz

  Susan Hayes

  Contents

  About The Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Epilogue

  The Guardians - Book One

  The Guardians - Book Two

  The Guardians - Book Four

  About the Author

  About The Book

  Jazz Masters is a werewolf with a day job. Living in fear of the monster that lives inside her, she’s created a safe, if lonely world where she can control her darker half. That world comes crashing down around her when she crosses paths with a pack of werewolves who recognize what she is – a rogue she-wolf with no pack to protect her. Threatened and afraid for her life Jazz turns to the only group that might be able to help her – the Guardians.

  One look at Jazz is all it takes for the Guardian’s resident risk-taker, pilot, and playboy Jason Waters to know he’s interested. Not even the revelation that she’s a werewolf deters him from his new mission – Protecting Jazz from everything and everyone, including her dark side.

  With the pack closing in, Jazz must make a choice – surrender to her fear, or fight for her life and a chance at love with the only man who’d die to protect her.

  PROTECTING JAZZ

  SUSAN HAYES

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead is strictly coincidental. It is fiction so facts and events may not be accurate except to the current world the book takes place in.

  Copyright © 2018 Susan Hayes

  Protecting Jazz (Book #3 of the Guardian Series)

  **Previously Released as On Jason’s Watch

  First E-book Publication: July 2018

  Published by: Black Scroll Publications

  ISBN: 978-1-988446-30-1

  Dedication

  For my parents, for more reasons than I can ever count.

  And for Karen, for being my best friend, my sounding board, and an eternally patient listener.

  Chapter 1

  “You’re here late again,” Jim noted. He glanced down at her from his vantage point halfway up the stepladder, a burned-out lightbulb in his hand. “You do realize you own this joint, right? You don’t need to stay after hours to impress the boss.”

  Jazz adjusted the gym bag that hung over her shoulder and grinned up at the head of her maintenance staff. “Someone’s got to keep the paperwork flowing. If I don’t sign on the dotted lines, you don’t get paid.”

  “Fair point.” Jim chuckled as he fished a fresh bulb out of the box and screwed it into the socket. “I do like getting paid.”

  “Don’t we all.” Jazz held the ladder for him as he descended. “I’m heading home now, though, so you’re on your own. Have a good weekend and I’ll see you next week.” She started heading back down the hall toward the main doors, then stopped and glanced back at him. “And remember, no wild parties!”

  They both laughed at her joke, even though it was the same one she made every night they saw each other. Which is damned near every night. I really need to get a social life.

  She unlocked the doors and stepped into the middle of one of Seattle’s infamous winter storms. “Somehow snow seems preferable to this misery,” she muttered as a gust of wind blew the rain sideways, drenching her from head to foot. “Ugh.”

  Jazz pulled her hood further down over her face and headed for her car, head bowed to avoid getting another face full of ice-cold water. She picked her way around the largest of the puddles, which meant the path to her car was more of a meandering track than a straight line. Anything to avoid having to drive home with soaking-wet socks and cold feet.

  She was almost to her car when she heard the noise for the first time. A low, rumbling growl that came out of the darkness beyond the border of the parking lot. Jazz froze in place and cocked her head, praying she had imagined that sound. This was Seattle, for god’s sake, not the middle of a forest. There was no way an animal big enough to growl like that was wandering around the city. The threatening noise came again, and her heart started to race as a bucket-load of adrenalin was dumped into her system. Jazz lifted her head slowly, straining her senses to the limit as she tried to pierce the rain-soaked darkness.

  Somewhere out there something was growling, and she needed to know where and what it was. A flicker of movement caught her attention, and she tried to make out the details. But the night was full of movement, and it was impossible to pick out a single shape amongst the shadows of the storm. Something snarled behind her, and she spun around, her eyes widening as she recognized the creature standing only ten feet away. There was a wolf in her parking lot.

  What the hell? She stood her ground, knowing that if she ran now, it would easily catch her before she got to car. The animal’s dark gray coat was slicked down with the rain and drops of water dripped from its sides as it stood, watching her with yellow eyes that gleamed with a terrible intelligence.

  “Oh please, god, no. Not again,” she whispered into the wind as fear welled up and threatened to overwhelm her. The wolf’s ears pricked forward at her words, and its lips curled up into a vicious sneer, revealing its fangs.

  Searing heat coursed through her, and she bit back a hiss of pain as she tried to control the fiery agony and channel the change she could feel coming. The bones in her face shifted slightly, and she felt her canines extend. Shit, I’m losing control! The heat grew more intense, flaring bright behind her eyes and scorching her vision. When her sight returned, the world was different, and she knew her eyes had transformed. Stop now. She fought hard to control the beast trying to wake within her.

  She looked around her with her new set of eyes and could easily pick out the second wolf lurking in the darkness. A rough growl rose from her throat, and she drew in a mouthful of air. An inventory of smells flowed through her brain from her heightened senses. Rain, earth, and the dead scent of concrete blended with the murky, muddled odor of stagnant puddles. Strongest of all was the scent of wolves and blood. The presence of blood sent the creature inside her into a howling frenzy as it fought to be freed. Pain lanced through her hands, and she knew without looking that her fingers had shifted into claws. A sharp yelp tore her attention from her inner battle, and she glanced back over at the wolf. There were two of them now. Dark gray and light gray, standing side by side, with bloodstained muzzles. They’d been hunting. Both of them watched her intently. Her beast snarled at them, and she bared her fangs as she prepared to fight.

  The lighter wolf yelped again and took a step back, turning to snap at the darker wolf when it stood its ground. She fought the beast for control, unwilling to abandon her humanity. The wolf inside her howled, and the two other wolves cried out in answer, their voices carried away on the wind.

  “I—will—not—do—this.” She panted each word like a prayer. Her voice was rough, the words were distorted as she tried to speak around the changes the creature within had already brought about. She knew that her newly grown fangs and other alterations had twisted her face into something less than human.

  The lighter wolf made a noise that she swore was a chuff of laughter, and then it turned and vanished into the night. The darker wolf stared at her for anothe
r heartbeat, and then it followed its pack-mate into the darkness. It was only as they turned to go that her eyes picked out the detail that confirmed her greatest fear. They were both missing their tails. That meant there weren’t wolves loose in Seattle at all. There were werewolves. There were werewolves here, and they’d recognized her for what she was. The shock of that realization helped her force back the changes. She managed to lock up her wolf once more and sealed it behind walls built of will alone.

  She hadn’t seen another werewolf since the attack that had left her an orphan, nearly eleven years ago. As the burning pain receded and her humanity returned, Jazz turned and ran to her car. She went straight through every puddle along the way, no longer caring about wet feet or anything else. Soaked to the bone and shaking, she threw herself into her car and locked the doors. “I’m in trouble,” she whispered to herself as she curled up in the seat of her car, shaking from fatigue, shock, and cold. “They’ve found me.”

  Chapter 2

  “Welcome back, sir.” The guard at the security checkpoint greeted Jason Waters and handed back his ID card before gesturing for him to drive on.

  “Don’t call me sir!” Jase barked at him as he rolled up the window and hit the gas, making the tires squeal just slightly as he launched the ’69 Shelby Mustang into the parking garage. “I swear the only reason Remington agreed to promote me was because he knew I’d hate it.”

  He pulled into his parking spot and turned off the engine. He gave the steering wheel an affectionate pat as he exited. “Sorry, baby, I know it’s not your fault. Maybe next weekend we’ll go spend some quality time at the raceway, sound good?”

  Sinjin’s familiar voice rumbled in greeting, interrupting Jase’s musings. “If you treated women half as well as you treat that car, your girlfriends would likely stick around longer.”

  “If my girlfriends were half as much fun as my baby, I’d want to keep them around longer,” Jase shot back as he turned around to greet his best friend and the supervisor of his team, the Guardians. “Hey, Sin, how’s it going? Has Michelle come to her senses yet? I’m still waiting for her to realize she’s settling for second best.”

  “In your dreams, lover boy. We’re soul mates, remember? I’m her destiny.” The big man grinned. “You can’t argue with fate.”

  “Yeah, I wouldn’t argue with fate either if it dropped a long-legged blonde babe in my lap. Oh, and a rich one to boot. How the hell did you get so lucky?”

  “I don’t know,” Sin answered, his expression turning serious. “But I’m glad I did. One of these days, you’ll find your destiny. Anya said so. I feel sorry for your future lady love already. Wherever she may be.”

  “Thanks a bunch.” Jase grabbed his duffel bag out of the trunk and fell in beside Sinjin. “So, what did I miss while I was gone?”

  “Nothing too exciting. Jake managed to blow up one of the new servers. He swears it was a hardware flaw and had nothing to do with his tinkering. Oh, and we handled a minor poltergeist problem for the CEO of a major software firm over in Oregon. It’s been pretty quiet.” Sin slanted him a look Jase knew meant he already knew the answer. “How did things go with you?”

  “I had to let Jackson go.”

  “Yeah, I heard.”

  “He’s got a vicious streak, Sin. I don’t know how he managed to hide it from recruiting. He’s got all the skills, but he likes the rough stuff too much. He was too busy looking to start a fight to be watching for real trouble. I know he’s got experience with some of the paranormal stuff, but I still think we’d be better off recruiting White Knight employees and teaching them what they need to know. They already know how to protect a client. We just need to expand their horizons a bit.”

  “Agreed” was all Sin said, but Jase felt a quick wash of relief. Dismissing their newest recruit had been his first serious decision as a member of White Knight’s management team. He had really hoped it wasn’t going to be his last.

  “Glad to hear it.” They stepped into the elevator just as Jase’s cell went off, filling the small space with the soundtrack to Ghostbusters. “Your girlfriend is calling me.” He dug out his phone, laughing at the grumpy look on his best friend’s face.

  “Hello, sweet thing. You rang?”

  “Hi, Jase. By any chance is Sin with you? You remember him, right? Big, dark hair, hates it when you call me nicknames?”

  “Yeah, he’s here, glowering at me as we speak. I really don’t know what you see in him.”

  “Right now, neither do I. He’s forgotten to turn his cell on again. Will you be a dear and remind him he’s due to meet a new client in twenty minutes?”

  “You bet, sugarlips.”

  “He’s going to kill you for that…Oh and, Jase? You’re supposed to be at this meeting, too. Don’t be late.”

  Jase ended the call and looked at Sin. “She says she loves me best, and you forgot to turn on your phone again. Apparently, we have a meeting with a new client in twenty minutes.”

  “I hate that thing. It’s like being on an electronic leash twenty-four-seven,” Sin grumbled and tugged his phone out of his pocket. “Oh man, she called four times. I’m going to pay for that.”

  “Lucky man. You go on ahead and make up with the missus. I need to clean up if we’re meeting a client. You never know, she might be hot.”

  “Remington’s rule number three, Jase.” Sin rumbled a warning as he stepped out of the elevator. “Never get involved with a damsel in distress.”

  “Yeah, ’cause that one never works out, right Sin?” Jase laughed as he ducked out of the elevator and headed down the hall to his office. Sinjin had met his girlfriend Michelle while she was being haunted by the malicious spirit of her ex-boyfriend. Breaking the rules of Geoff Remington, the owner of White Knight Security, had led to Sin being happily in love. Jase figured it wouldn’t be long before his former wingman was heading to the altar.

  There’d been a time he would have felt sorry for his friend and his impending loss of freedom. But if Jase wanted to be honest with himself, he knew what he really felt when he looked at Sin and Michelle was envy.

  He dumped his bag into an empty corner of his office and headed to the back of the room. “You’re going soft.” Jase laughed at himself as he stripped down to his briefs and grabbed a pair of dress slacks, a shirt, and a tie out of the dry-cleaning hanging in his closet. Leaving his more upscale wardrobe at the office beat having to come to work in a shirt and tie every day. He tossed his jeans and sweater into his duffel bag and checked his watch. He had just enough time to get dressed and get organized for this client meeting. Michelle would not be happy with him if he was late.

  White Knight’s headquarters wasn’t at all what Jazz had expected. From the guard who checked her in at the parking lot entrance to the well-appointed reception area she’d been escorted to, the whole place had given her a sense of calm and security. It was the first time she’d felt safe in the weeks since the werewolf pack had first crossed her path. Since then, she’d seen them three more times. That wasn’t including the times she’d caught their scent without spotting them.

  Last night she’d seen one of them skulking in the bushes just beside the gates of her house. It had been watching her car as she had arrived home after a long day at work. She’d backed out and driven away again and gone straight to a hotel, registering under a fake name and paying with cash. If they had tracked her to her home, then they had her name, and god knew what other information.

  They were hunting her now. She knew what that meant. There were not many hard facts known about werewolves. Mostly it was just folklore and fantasy. In all the years of research she’d invested into learning about the curse she carried, she’d learned only a handful of verifiable truths. Silver didn’t affect her. Werewolves did not have tails. And once on the hunt, werewolves never stopped coming until they brought down their prey.

  She’d called the Guardians first thing this morning and asked for their help. She’d done her homework. She knew the
y were one of the few options she had for protection, but now that she was here, it was hard to imagine how she would be able to sit in a room full of strangers and explain to them she needed protection from a bunch of werewolves. And let’s not forget the bit where I tell them the reason they’re after me is because I’m one, too.

  She was still working out how she was going to explain her situation when an elegant, friendly looking blonde woman walked into the reception area and smiled at her. “Jasmine Masters?”

  Jazz smiled in greeting and stood up. “Please, call me Jazz. Everyone does.”

  “Hello, Jazz. I’m Michelle. I’m sort of the official meeter-and-greeter of this operation. I thought maybe you and I could talk for a few minutes before I brought in the guys.”

  Jazz found herself being escorted into a small boardroom and tried to keep a lid on her nerves. “This is quite the place you have here. I’m not sure what exactly I was expecting, but I know this wasn’t it.”

  Michelle laughed and nodded in agreement. “I had the same reaction the first time I came here. I’m going to pour myself some coffee. Would you like anything?”

  “Coffee would be wonderful, thank you. I didn’t sleep much last night, and I could use the caffeine.”

  A moment later, she had a cup of rich-smelling coffee in her hands and she was seated at a circular table with Michelle sitting across from her. “When you made your appointment, you said that your problem was a unique one and you had heard through certain channels that we might be able to help. That’s why I’m here to meet with you. We have a special division here at White Knight, one that deals with…unique problems. I want you to know that everything you tell us will be held in the strictest confidence. Even if you don’t choose to employ us, we’ll protect your privacy.” The blonde woman’s smile softened, and she leaned in a bit closer. “I had my ex-boyfriend’s spirit haunting me for a time, and he was not the friendly sort of ghost. White Knight helped me then, and I am sure we can help you, too.”