Dolphin Shore Shifters Book 1
The Santa Barbara Channel holds a closely guarded secret…
She had more than just her mission…
Sy’s rotation on land as a dolphin shifter couldn’t have come at a better time. With her best friend missing and no answers forthcoming, it was time to take matters into her own hands. And with the resources at the Save Blue Water organization, finding her friend would be a whole lot easier. Except…something sinister is going on inside SBW, something deadly, and Sy finds herself at the center of danger.
The last thing he needed was bullets and bombs…
Noah Nelson spent every minute trying to forget the war while fighting his PTSD, but jumping in front of a bullet was second nature. It had nothing to do with the fact the target was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Or that she was naked. But suddenly he’s caught up in her world, protecting her from unforeseen threats, and falling in love … but Sy’s got a secret that may rip them apart. Forever.
About the Author:
CJ Matthew grew up in an Air Force family traveling and living all over the US and around the world. It proved to be the perfect experience for gathering ideas and material for future books. And for meeting real life heroes and heroines in uniforms and flight-suits. She spent her high school and university years in California, which inspired her love of marine life, and the Pacific Ocean.
is the fifth book, so far, in her paranormal romantic suspense series: Dolphin Shore Shifters. The series features a pod of dolphins living in the
Santa Barbara channel off the coast of California, who are capable of shifting to human form. While posing as real humans, the dolphins work, through their oceanic conservation corporation, Save Blue Water, to protect their oceans at any cost.
CJ’s next series, The Paladin Group, launched with Deadly Reboot. The books are in the romantic suspense genre, set in a small southern
town, and starring wounded air force veterans, men and women warriors turned civilian attorneys and investigators determined to continue their rescue work.
The third series, titled The Colonel’s Daughters, is a quintet with each book featuring one of the five sister’s story. Born in different countries
around the world, when each of the daughters happens to return to her country of birth, she’s meets her true love and is forced to confront her destiny. Book 1, A Major Seduction is the oldest sister Kari’s book and takes place at an air force wedding in Tokyo.
A member of Romance Writers of America (RWA), Georgia Romance Writers (GRW), and Kiss of Death, CJ lives and writes near a lake in the woods northeast of Atlanta. When she isn’t writing or reading romances, CJ spends time with her two grown children, their spouses, a brilliant grandson and a feisty cat named
Schedule permitting, CJ loves to travel, to discover new favorite places and to meet new friends in both the US and around the world.
Max flatly refuses to travel.
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Noah Nelson kept his Ford pickup truck just at the posted highway speed limit. Still, enough salty air whipped through the open window to toss around his
A loud thump shook the vehicle’s undercarriage. Shit, an IED. Instantly his body was covered in sweat. Out, out, out. He twisted the wheel, slammed on the brakes. Clear of the highway, the front tires sank into soft sand. The engine sputtered to death. Noah jerked the door handle and dove out of the truck.
For a few moments he lay panting in the sand, teeth gritted, heart racing. No explosion. He uncurled his arms covering his head. Not a roadside bomb. Noah flexed, then relaxed the muscles in his upper body. What the heck? He’d been home in Santa Barbara almost a year now and still overreacted to sudden noises. Precisely the reason he kept strictly to himself. Until tonight.
Slowly he cracked open one eyelid—just a slit. Hard to see in nothing but half-assed moonlight. His truck was no help. The dome light had never worked. He could hear the surf break on the shore below the bluff.
He raised his head to peer over the ridge to the beach below. The sliver of new moon reflected off the whitecaps. He gingerly sat up, propping his shoulder against the open truck door. As the breeze off the ocean lifted his thick hair around his face, he inhaled a lungful of the salt-heavy night air. The familiar aroma from the sea filled his nostrils and helped slow his breathing. A solitary seagull, wings spread, squawked from just overhead.
“Everybody’s a critic,” Noah whispered.
A strange shadow moved on the beach. Noah blinked and froze. A man? He shook his head and strained to see through the darkness. It was real. A male walked away from Noah’s current position toward the surf. His brain automatically clicked off data. About five feet nine inches, dressed in dark clothing. Moved like a civilian, with what appeared to be an athletic bag at his side.
Midnight swim? Real stupid to do alone. He waited to see when and if the man set down the bag. Noah scowled. Was solo swimmer wearing trunks under his clothes? Not looking forward to pulling some idiot skinny dipper out of the water if things go badly.
Close to the water’s edge, the male dropped the bag, unhooked his pants, and slid out of them, revealing the dark outline of surfer shorts. He toed off his shoes and folded his pants. Then he waded knee deep into the ocean, glancing sideways down the surf line. And waited.
What the devil?
The male bent forward, his back and shoulders blocking Noah’s view. Another shadow emerged from the surf. The guy was helping someone out of the water. Illegal alien swimming in from a boat? In Santa Barbara? The new arrival walked around surfer guy and then stopped.
“Fuck me,” Noah mouthed.
The curves on the second shape were unmistakable, and the scant light revealed lots of white skin. It was a woman, and she was naked. He slowly scanned her curves, biting back an appreciative whistle. She was one good incentive for him to consider getting out more.
The distinctive crack of a rifle shot reverberated through the night air. The back of the man’s head blew off.