This is the 5th book in the Murder by the Sea series by Carol Ann Ross.
The crew is vacationing at E.J.'s cottage near New Bern, It's supposed to be a respite from the hell Estelle has been putting them through for the past few years, But bad "juju" is in the air , a new love interest is there also, he's very good looking very charming, and very selfish. .
Thallasophile - lover of the ocean.
That's me. I have a strong affinity for that entity and express those feelings through my writing--my books. They may span many genres but are all connected to the place I call home.
Genres published: historical fiction, literary, murder, essays--they all are set on Topsail Island where I grew up. It is my way of perserving this wonderful place and the people with whom I share my life.
The first book in the Murder by the Sea series is WATERLOGGED. Don Belkin is a former Marine, now a detective with the Surf City Police Dept. He's a conflicted man, to say the least, as he struggles to accept his past and find solace in the small beach town. Bitterness runs deep between the locals who have populated the area for generations and the "new" folks who think they've found paradise. Oh, Topsail Island may be the perfect tourist attraction, but in the summer it's just plain MURDER. (there are 5 more books in the series)
Nature is seasonal, especially in oceans, when fish migrate north and south, east and west. Spring time, fish migrate north and in the Fall they migrate south. That's the way it is. Big fish follow smaller fish and depending on your taste, the fisherman hunts for the size he prefers. Man has been celebrating seasons since the beginning of time.
Shark's Breath begins in the fall, when the mullet are running south and when those on land are setting up tents, reeling in customers to buy their wares..
“Ah.” His eyes scoured the floor of the boat and the fish there. A couple still gulped at the air, their bodies rising a bit, a tail flapping. He rubbed his tummy. “Some good eating the next couple weeks.” Raising his eyes to the starlit sky he thanked the creator--thanked him again and sat in the boat thinking of the night, the stars, the fish and where at least a couple of the fish would be within a few hours. Morgan chuckled softly then gazed into the water watching the flicker of starlight and moonlight on the little peaks and valleys the tide created. Awareness of the solitude pulled ever so slightly at him, then more, and then he thought of his wife, Roz.