The Seven: A Taste for Jazz: Book 3 of The Seven series Read Online Free PDF Page A

Rock. A chick? No offense, Jazz, but I don't make a habit of beating up women."
    Jazz grinned as she made the transition into fight mode. "What makes you think you can, Danny?"
    Rock laughed as Danny rolled his eyes. "Okay, you two. Places."
    Jazz took her place on the mat, bending over to hug her legs for a good stretch then straightening and dancing in place for a moment. When Rock said "Go," she was ready, but made no move.
    Danny danced around her, throwing a few half-hearted jabs she easily deflected. He had little skill in hiding his intent, telegraphing every move he intended to make. She let him jab and kick at will and played defense, fending off his attack but not going on the offense.
    "Come on, Jazz," Rock encouraged after a few minutes. "Let's see what you've got."
    She cut him a grin and the next kick Danny threw, she countered. He issued a spinning back kick and she spun toward him, inside the kick, catching him with a back-fist that sent his head snapping back. One more spin and she was past him, coming around with low leg sweep that caught him in the back of his supporting leg, sweeping it from under him and sending him into a fall.
    "Fuck!" Danny cursed as he bounded up and faced her.
    "Not if you fuck the way you fight," she teased, bringing a flush of anger to his face at the taunt.
    He came after her, clearly no longer caring that she was female. Jazz grinned, letting her warrior take command. Fighting was instinctive to her. She focused on her opponent's eyes and acted in accordance with their intent, taking the openings in his defenses to counter attack.
    Danny was no match for her. She knew that and suspected he did as well. But male pride would not let him admit defeat to a woman. She realized he had slipped out of training mode and was fighting in earnest.
    She cut a look at Rock, seeing the glitter in his eyes, the hard set of his jaw. He wasn't going to stop it. Which meant she had no choice. She had to take Danny down. She slipped into full offense mode, pressing him back on the mat, delivering a series of kicks and punches to open a bigger hole in his defense.
    The moment came. She launched herself into the air with a spinning side-kick. Her foot found its mark, connecting solidly mid-chest and sending him flailing backwards. She pressed in with a series of punches to the face, getting in close and forcing him back more.
    The finale came in the form of a leg sweep that had him landing hard on his ass. One downward strike was all it took. Her fist stopped short of his exposed neck. He stared up at her in anger for a moment and then let his hands fall limp to his sides. The fight was over.
    Jazz offered him her hand. He glared at her for a moment then accepted and she straightened, pulling him to his feet. He peeled off one glove and spat out his mouthpiece.
    "This doesn't mean shit!" he barked at her then turned his wrath on Rock. "Not shit! You put me on the mat with a fucking chick and expect me to give it my all? You fucking know I'd have to throw it to keep from hurting her."
    "That's a load of crap," Rock replied calmly. "She beat you. Man up, Danny. Just means you aren't ready yet. In time maybe. Not now. Better up you to five days a week."
    "I ain't fighting her no more," Danny announced.
    "You'll fight who I say or find another gym."
    "Fuck you." Danny bounded off to snatch up his bag and rush out of the gym.
    "Damn!" Jazz blew out her breath. "Sorry. Didn't mean to cost you a client."
    "Not the kind I want to train anyway. You move well."
    "Thanks."
    "There are a couple of areas you could strengthen your defense."
    She arched a brow at him. "Yeah?"
    "Yep."
    "Show me."
    "You got enough in you for another bout?"
    "That was just a warm up," she said sassily.
    Rock's sexy smile had her hormones spinning. "Later. Right now I have a couple of files I want you to go over. Some gals who joined recently. Not looking to compete, just want to learn some self-defense."
    "Sure," she agreed, stepping