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Shifted Perspective
Tails of Change Book One
By J. Bridger

Genre: paranormal young adult

Number of pages: 192 (as a word doc/.PDF)
Word Count: 69, 977

Cover Artist: Rebecca Weaver

Book Description:

Caleb Byrne is a bright high school senior who has enough to deal with between college choices, taking care of his single dad, and dealing with his headstrong girlfriend Joanna and an eccentric set of cousins in California. He was managing to get by until the day he woke up a Cocker Spaniel. Even if it only happens monthly and is more embarrassing than painful, the so-called ability is something that he's anxious to be rid of.

He didn't realize his transformations would drag him into a hidden society of canine and lupine shape shifters as well as a family legacy he hates. To make matters worse, after moving to Los Angeles to learn more about his heritage from his Aunt Moira and his cousin Kalista, Caleb now struggles through life-and-death matters. He keeps angering the werewolves in charge of the shifter world, especially Kalista's boyfriend Peter, the Southern California alpha's son, who also happens to be grade-A sociopath. Worse, Caleb's floundering to keep his secret from Joanna.

While his family offers him some support, they may not be enough as Caleb realizes that the rules in shifter society---number one being don't kill humans---are not so ironclad. Some werewolf out there is leaving a blood-soaked trail across the Midwest and it might just be with the alpha's blessing...


"Uh, hi," I said, shifting from foot to foot at the booth in front of me. My cousin had taken me back to my uncle's restaurant, Artemis, off Rodeo Drive. It wasn't a place with the fondest memories but the food was good. Also, without my uncle there I had hoped we'd have a better time. 

This was a mistake. 

My cousin had set me up. Sitting in the far corner of the booth I was supposed to sit in was a girl maybe about 5'9 with thick black hair pulled into two braided pigtails and bright, coffee colored eyes. She was fairly attractive, I guess. Her skin was an almost flawless, striking shade of mahogany. Still, I had a feeling this was all about trying to take my mind off of Joanna with any old shifter girl. Kalista practically pushing me into the seat next to her confirmed my suspicions. 

"Penny, so glad you could make it! Caleb Byrne, my cousin,” my cousin said, gesturing to me theatrically. “Caleb, Penny Spencer, one of my besties.” 

Kalista was the type of person to whom that was an actual noun. 

I sniffed the air just to be sure. My cousin said she was only taking me to meet other shifters, but I hadn't been one hundred percent sure. A quick inhale gave that odd mixed scent that was neither human nor canine but a faint mix of both. It also wasn’t my scent or Kalista’s. Clearly Penny was in the club.

Penny chuckled and patted the table top before her. "I don't bite." 


She sighed. "There are twenty-five thousand of us in this region’s pack besides you. Don't act completely shocked or think we're all going to take your head off." 

"Oh I wasn't," I said, squinting at her. If I'd practiced more with my senses, then I'd at least be able to tell what she was when she had four paws. As it was, I couldn't tell a Dachshund from St. Bernard. Wolves were different, from what I could remember vaguely of the Morettis, now that I knew what I’d smelled at Christmas. Still, telling one canine shifter from another? Way beyond my skill set. Penny could be anything. 

"Is it rude?" I started. 

She quirked her head at me, smiling a little. "To ask what I am? No, it's not considered impolite to ask each other. Cocker, right? Like Kalista?" 

I nodded. “I guess you could say that." 

Weird to admit out loud even in a corner booth of a restaurant. 

"Beagle," she replied. "Best sense of smell this side of a bloodhound. You need a fox found, call me." 

I blanched. "Oh, I don't." 

She shook her head. "Not like that. I was kidding. I moonlight once in a while for the L.A.P.D. as a bomb sniffer." 

"Yeah, right." 

"Actually," Kalista said, picking up a menu as if she hadn't memorized it by heart. "She does. It's not her main job, but she has a hobby." 

"How do you even---" 

"More of us in the force than you'd think, and I have a better sense for sniffing than even a German Shepard. But that's not my full roster." 


"You're not too talkative," she said. "No, I sort of skipped the college route. I rent myself out by day and actually make a salary by being a 'consultant' for the same people who use me at night in the airport. Not many of them know, obviously, that I'm the same individual. Most just think I'm a bit kooky and that I'm clairvoyant." 

"But we're not." 

"No, but I can pick up a scent and, technically, I have that same fabulous sense of direction we all have but can't fully explain. I can get trails and clues humans can't. At night, I see a ton better, so it's easier to let them think I'm eccentric." 

"Than furry, gotcha." 

She was at least interesting. I had to give her credit for that much. It still didn't keep me from giving my cousin a swift kick under the table. I was going to get her later for even trying to set me up. Yes, I hadn't officially dated Joanna in months, but I didn't think I had anything else in common with Penny but a species thing. 


Kalista just smiled back at me. 


"Caleb's very smart. He got into Duke and likes all the engineering stuff. He'll be going to UCLA with me instead and I figure doing nerd things." 

I blushed. Some Yoda she was. "Well, I was thinking at least of going pre-med. I wasn't sure if UCLA had a good enough set of programs for what I had wanted. I...Aunt Moira suggested pre-vet. It's the same set of classes and I figured, why not, as long as I can avoid cats." 

"Yeah they're not big fans," Penny said. 

"It might be interesting," Kalista added. 

"And I might get a leg up being able to talk to my clients, explain the reasoning. Maybe." 

"Sure, telling a Doberman you're going to stick something sharp in its leg is going to make it happy," my cousin deadpanned. 

"It's not a perfect plan but if I'm stuck like this, I might at least make more use of it. Besides, vet schools are more exclusive." 

Penny smirked. "So you're telling me that the fact vet schools reject more is a plus?" 

I shrugged. "I'm competitive." 

"And into using what you got. Good choice. I get some of my best leads from dogs on the street. Being able to talk to individuals the rest overlook comes in handy." 

"Exactly, Penny's a regular Sam Spade," Kalista said, drumming her fingers on the table. "Now if certain people would just show up."

Author Bio:

J. Bridger has had an eclectic life. She’s worked in the psychiatric ward in a hospital in La Paz, Bolivia, been a veterinary intern giving all sorts of better-left-to-the-imagination exams to dogs and cats, and had her own spate in creating and running a television ad campaign. Currently, in her day job, she is getting her certification as a medical Spanish interpreter in the Raleigh-Durham area of North Carolina.

By night, she’s a fledgling author, who has just penned her debut novel, Shifted Perspective; she is currently working on its sequel, the next installment of The Tails of Change Series. J.’s always loved things that go bump (or that howl) in the night and devoured Stephen King, Anne Rice, and Clive Barker starting in middle school. Her favorite shows are no less preternatural and include Big Wolf on CampusBuffy the Vampire Slayer, and Teen Wolf. While she’s been writing fiction for eight years and been published in several academic journals for her psychological research, this is her first venture into published original fiction.

J. Bridger lives in Raleigh with two Yorkies, a beagle, and a Schnauzer-Yorkie mix (as well as far too many dust bunnies).


J Bridger said...

Thanks for posting this and being on the blitz day.