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Goddess Fish Promotions has organized a Virtual Book Tour for THE TURSIOPS SYNDROME by John C. Waite, a Thriller available now. John C....

Goddess Fish Promotions has organized a Virtual Book Tour for THE TURSIOPS SYNDROME by John C. Waite, a Thriller available now.

John C. Waite will be awarding a $50 Gift Certificate to to a randomly drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour.

Be sure to follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found by clicking the tour banner below.

The Tursiops Syndrome
by John C. Waite


GENRE: Thriller



How do you get a nuke into the heart of the city? Maybe a dolphin can help. From Author John Waite, the tale of a police detective who matches wits with a mad scientist and terrorists intent on destroying America. When detective Hickory Logan joins Park Ranger Kevin Whitehead investigating the mysterious death of a dolphin she finds herself sucked into a far deeper whirlpool. Can she and Kevin stop the tide of terror that threatens to kill thousands or will they be fodder for a nuclear fireball?

A newspaper review described Tursiops thus: "The writing is, well, wonderful. Waite has a gift for dialogue and story-telling, and his plot is adventurous and perfectly paced. "


AUTHOR Guest Post:

When Hickory Logan finds a dolphin stranded on the beach she has no idea that she will wind up in the middle of a plot to detonate a nuclear device in Washington DC. Nor does she have an inkling of the relationship that will grow from the adventure.

       Hickory is a lieutenant in the Pensacola police department, a strong and successful woman still recovering from a former lover’s indiscretions. Kevin Whitehead is an attractive US National Park Ranger who is also recovering, but from a far more emotional episode in his life, an earlier time when he worked for the Federal Bureau of Investigation.

       They pair up to save the stranded dolphin, and to investigate the mystery that develops when they learn the dolphin was sickened by drugs; drugs which have been showing up in abundance in the Florida Panhandle.

       The stranded dolphin leads them into a much deeper plot; one that springs from an international criminal consortium with the stated purpose of destroying the United States government, not by subterfuge, but with a nuclear bomb. The chase takes them to coastal Mexico, and into a trap where they find themselves imprisoned on a ship, a research vessel bound for Washington.

       They find themselves in the clutches of Dr. James Crabtree, a marine scientist who is angry (mad) at the federal government for disrupting his dolphin research. And it’s Hickory who must engineer their escape. Can she save not just herself but the nation as well?

“Hi Doc,” she said. “Remember me?”

He studied her for a moment. She seemed familiar.

“Havana.” he said.

“Yes,” she said. “Ruiz sent me.”

“Ruiz,” he repeated. “Ruiz thinks of everything. Have you talked to him today?”

“Only by phone,” she replied. “Said he was in Afghanistan.”

“Yes. The Emerald City,” he replied.

She looked puzzled.

“Poppy capital of the world,” he said in explanation, studying her face. “The Wizard of OZ?”

She nodded.

“It's been a while,” she said.

“Almost five years,” he said. “They've gone fast.”

“I remember when we met.”

Crabtree paused, smiled.

“Hemingway Harbor, Havana,” he said. “The back deck of that big sports fisherman. Guess I was looking for my own crowdfunding.”

“Crowdfunding,” she repeated.

“Yeah,” he replied. “Those guys. How many were there? Six? They were all expats. Tired Americans with big bankrolls, living the good life away from the reaches of American lawmen. I thought they might be interested in what my dolphins can do.”

“You were boring them to death,” she said.

“Yeah,” he said. “They couldn't seem to grasp the use of dolphins in an import business.”

“They were old geezers who just didn't care anymore. But listening to you talk made me think about Ruiz. I knew he'd be interested.”

“And you introduced us,” Crabtree said. “Thank you again.”

“You're welcome. On the phone, Ruiz said to tell you he will return soon, with what he thinks will be a major contract. He's meeting with someone named Ephraim today.”

“Ephraim,” Crabtree repeated. “Don't know that name but I imagine I will be meeting him.”

“So,” she said, “Any way you want to celebrate today?”

“A little feasting and imbibery to start with,” he said.

She smiled.



A scrabbling behind him took Red’s attention from the house. He turned to see a young man wearing medic bars leaning over Jessie’s prone body. He watched as the medic fingered Jessie’s throat, looking for a pulse.

“Got it,” he muttered. “She’s alive. Gotta keep her that way.”

He reached into a small canvas bag and pulled out a red-lensed flashlight, a plastic bag and tubing. Squatting next to Jesse, he shoved her sleeve up her arm and inserted a needle into a vein.

He looked up at Red.

“Saline,” he said.
“You a doc?” Red asked.

“Close as you’re gonna get out here.”

“I’m going for a medevac,” he said and vanished into the darkness.

Red watched Jessie. She didn’t move. He couldn’t tell if she was breathing. But the medic had said she was alive.

“Well…fuck me,” she groaned.

“God damn. Jessie.” Red said.

“Red?” Her voice trembled. “Is that you? Am I dead?”

“Medic.” Red yelled. “Jessie, don’t move. Just don’t move. You’ve been hit. The medic says you’re alive and he went for a medevac.”

Headlights flipped on, and an engine cranked several vehicles back in the convoy. Other lights were coming on around him now, and he could see Jessie, her face masked by the blood-soaked bandanna stuffed into the bullet furrow.

“God, it hurts. How bad?” she asked, not moving.

“Jess, I don’t know. Just don’t move…please. The medic will be right back.”

“I screwed up, huh. Anybody else hurt?”

As if on cue, a jeep crunched to a halt at Jessie’s feet, and the young medic jumped out.

“Bird’s on its way,” he said as he knelt beside her.

Jessie grabbed his arm.

“Am I gonna die?”

The medic took her hand.


AUTHOR Bio and Links:

Thousands of author John C Waite’s words flew past Alpha Centauri years ago, heading for the center of the galaxy, perhaps sparking an arthropod’s grin in route. Waite, a degreed journalist and retired Merchant Mariner has numerous writing and broadcasting awards to his credit, and millions of words in print and broadcast media. Originally from New Orleans he has called Panhandle Florida his home for fifty years, but still retains a taste for things Creole and Cajun. A recreational and professional sailor, his travels have covered the Caribbean, the Atlantic and Pacific coasts, portions of south and Central America, Canada, Hawaii, Ireland, Britain, and Europe. John resides in Pensacola, Florida. He is a father to four, and grandfather to four. His books are available on Amazon.

The book will be on sale for $0.99 during the tour.



John C. Waite will be awarding a $50 Gift Certificate to to a randomly drawn winner.

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  1. This looks like an interesting read. Thanks for the awesome giveaway!

  2. Glad to be here and thanks for hosting.Anyone with any questions or comments, I'd love to hear them. Here or at

    1. It's my pleasure. Best of luck with the book and book tour. I included the tour in the Monday, Mar. 11, 2019 edition of The BookTube Your Shelf Daily Reader:

    2. Thanks Mayor. Hope to run into you again sometime.

  3. Sounds like an exciting story. Good luck with the book.

  4. This looks interesting and exciting. Thank you for the giveaway!

  5. Sounds like an awesome thriller.

  6. Sounds like an exciting thriller.

  7. A book that I could get into!

  8. I am new to this author and would love to read this thriller.

  9. This sounds like a great story. I can't wait to read it.


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