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Saturday, December 1, 2012

Meet Sam Jenkins

Sam's latest book is Heroes & Lovers:

Sam Jenkins might say, “Falling in love is like catching a cold. It’s infectious and involuntary. Just don’t sneeze on any innocent people.”

Getting kidnapped and becoming infatuated with a married policeman never made TV reporter Rachel Williamson’s list of things to do before Christmas. But helping her friend, Sam Jenkins with a fraud investigation would be fun and get her an exclusive story.
Sam’s investigation put Rachel in the wrong place at the wrong time and her abduction by a mentally disturbed fan, ruined several days of her life.

When Jenkins learns Rachel has gone missing, he cancels holiday leaves, mobilizes the personnel at Prospect PD, and enlists his friends from the FBI to help find her.

During the early stages of the investigation, Sam develops several promising leads, but as they begin to fizzle, his prime suspect drops off the planet and all the resources of the FBI aren’t helping.

After a lucky break and a little old-fashioned pressure on an informant produce an important clue, the chief leads his team deep into the Smoky Mountains to rescue his friend. But after Rachel is once again safe at home, he finds their problems are far from over.


In October we talked with the author of the Sam Jenkins mystery series, Wayne Zurl, about his new book, Heroes & Lovers. Ever since then, I’ve been trying to get his main character, Sam Jenkins, to talk to me. I’m happy to say he’s finally here. Sam is a personable, laid back, affable man, who is remarkably a lot like Wayne.
Sam is the police chief of Prospect, Tennessee and coincidentally, Wayne is a former police officer. Everybody likes Sam, and I think you will too. Grab a glass of sweet tea, and sit back and enjoy this interview with Sam Jenkins.


Sam, thank you so much for agreeing to talk to me. It’s a pleasure to meet you. How did you first meet your writer?


Wayne and I were born in Brooklyn, and around 1949, our parents moved east on Long Island. I met him again at a place called Goodrich Street School. From there it was uncanny--high school, a job and part-time college, then the Army, the police department, more college on the GI Bill, and then we retired. We never hung out together, but our paths always crossed. Occasionally, we’d work on something together. Now we’re retired and living in east Tennessee, and he wanted to become my Doctor Watson. You’d think he had his own war stories to tell. And I’m still waiting for my share of the royalties on these books. If you’re talking with him, refresh his memory.


He said he doesn’t know what you’re talking about. Sorry. I tried. I wouldn’t hold my breath on him coughing up any royalties. What is Wayne’s best trait?

I just told you how he’s welching on our business agreement, and now I’ll contradict myself. The man is honest to a fault--almost disgusting. I think he really believes that old Army motto: ‘Death before dishonor.’ I think he’s kinda nuts.


Well, maybe there’s hope for some royalties yet. Okay, now that we’ve been nice, give us some dirt. What’s his worst trait? Besides stiffing you with the royalties.

I’m afraid he suffers from the same shortcoming I have. He’s terminally impatient. And that can get a cop into trouble. I won’t mention that he drinks more than me, and I think he falls in love much too easily.


So Wayne’s as big a flirt as you are? Who gets whom into trouble with your flirting? Do you make Wayne write those scenes and dialogue or does he make you say and do those things?

Does he say I flirt?

Um...yeah...

I’m just being nice to people—and they happen to be women.

Mmm hmmm.

I get along with women better than men. And nobody likes a detective with a broomstick stuck--

Ho, ho, hold it right there, mister!

Would you answer questions or do a favor for someone who was stuffy or mean to you?

Well, no, I guess not...

I guess he’s just writing about what he sees. I’ll explain things and straighten him out.

Good luck with that. Tell us about your favorite scene in the book.

The whole idea about the kidnapping and me accomplishing more than the FBI is something I’ll always love. But that scene in the cabin at Top O’ the World is what I’d like to see on film. Who do you think should play me in the movie? 


I love that scene too. I really do. Hmmm...who should play you in the movie...um...how about Billy Bob Thornton?

He’s a little off-beat and too short.

Clint Eastwood? Too old. 


Dennis Hopper?

He’s dead!

Oops. Really? How about Bruce Willis?

Not a bad choice, but he’d have to get over the shaved head thing.


Wayne Zurl?

Hmmm. He knows how to act like a cop, but he doesn’t belong to the actors union. 


I don’t know. I’m terrible at casting. Hey, how about Mark Harmon? I think you’ve got it. 


Did you have a hard time convincing your author to write any particular scenes for you?

Wayne and the publisher weren’t crazy about telling the world I got a little carried away interrogating that miscreant Elrod Swaggerty. But that’s the way it happened. Hey, I’m only human and needed to get some answers. Andy Sipowitz has done worse on NYPD Blue.

For sure. I wouldn’t feel bad about it. I mean, it was Elrod, for Pete’s sake. Great name, by the way--Elrod. How did you come up with it? 


I was looking in a local phone book for character names. I made two columns of interesting possibilities, one for first names and one for surnames. Then I mixed and matched by sound and the character’s personality. Elrod Swaggerty had a ring to it.


It certainly does. What's the worst thing that's happened in your life--aside from meeting Elrod Swaggerty?

The third time I got wounded in Vietnam, I ended up in a hospital for almost a month. I was hurt, but so many guys there were in worse shape than me. The government must be totally sure we need to go to war before we charge in and waste young lives or cause kids to spend the rest of their lives disabled. I couldn’t have made a simple arrest with the amount of reasonable cause to believe they had when Bush said Iraq possessed weapons of mass destruction. With nothing more than a suspicion, based on unconfirmed intelligence, they started a war lasting more than ten years. Makes you wonder why. No one should be asked to fight for economic reasons. 


Agreed. And thank you for your service. Being a soldier and a policeman can be dangerous work. What are you most afraid of?

Losing my hair.


Ha! That’s cheating, but okay, I guess you’re fearless. What’s the best trait your author has given you?
He portrays me as my own man. I like that. Peer pressure, political pressure, taking the easy way out, isn’t as important as professionally doing the right thing. Wow—shades of King Arthur and Sir Galahad.

What’s the worst? 

I think he’s annoyed at himself, and he lays that impatience thing on me too. But I guess that’s true. Sometimes you’ve just got to make things happen.

Absolutely. Does Wayne know that patience is a virtue? 
Oh well, at this point, he’s probably not going to change, right? How do you feel about the life Wayne’s given you right now?

If nothing else, the old guy’s got a good memory and gets the facts straight. I like how he makes me look in print. In the PD we’d call it ‘good ink.’ I just hope he doesn’t think I owe him now. If he gets that idea, he’ll want to borrow my Austin-Healey.


Oh no. You can’t let that happen. What aspect of your author’s writing style do you like best?

He’s learned a lot from a guy named Robert B. Parker--the man who wrote the Spenser and Jesse Stone novels. Wayne tries to tell the stories in the fewest possible words with lots of realistic dialogue. I like that idea. 


Robert B. Parker is my hero. Sigh. And don't forget he wrote the Sunny Randall series too. You know what else you have in common with him? He set his stories in the town where he lived. You do that too with Prospect, Tennessee. Describe Prospect for us.


Prospect is the quintessential small American town. Clean streets, old trees, a town square, and a municipal building that looks like one of those great old Carnegie libraries. Hit one of the high spots, and you’ve got breathtaking views of mountains almost 7,000 feet tall. The sun doesn’t always shine, but it’s a nice place. And if you like really good-looking blondes, Prospect PD has the most beautiful desk sergeant on the planet. 


How can you be so sure? Have you met every desk sergeant on the planet? Never mind. What kind of trouble do you think Wayne will get you into next?

Right now he’s working on a book about my first--and only, I hope--venture into the world of country and western music. No, he doesn’t have me playing the banjo or singing. My buddy, the mayor, asks me to guard C.J. Profitt, his old school chum, who’s made it to the top of the Nashville charts. She’s back in Prospect for a benefit concert, and a group of right-wing nitwits have sent her several threatening letters. They take exception to her alternative lifestyle and want her out of town or else. With the help of a few others, keeping her safe wouldn’t be too difficult, but she doesn’t like me and refuses to cooperate. I can’t imagine why she hates me. 


She doesn’t like you? No way. Maybe she needs more time to get to know you. But you said “alternative lifestyle.” That might be the key word. Your flirting won’t work with her, will it? Into each life a little rain must fall... What kind of trouble will you get Wayne into next?


Wayne should stop spending so much time peddling his books on Facebook and Twitter. If he had more free time and any sense, he’d work cases with me. That’s the kind of trouble we’d call fun. We did it for twenty years in New York. There’s no reason to stop now. 


I totally agree. More writing, less social networking. Okay, tell the truth. Just between you and me, what do you think of the mayor of Prospect?

Ronnie Shields is a nice man, but he’s a politician. I can’t understand why people consider that a legitimate occupation and give prostitutes such a bad rap. 


That’s an interesting take on things. I’m gonna leave that one alone, though. Wayne is from Long Island, but he now lives near Knoxville, Tennessee. Is his dialect more Yankee or southern?

Wayne tries to cover his Nu Yawk accent. And he does a pretty good job until we get together with people from back home. Everyone speaks faster, uses the old expressions from on the block, and we all sound like we just stepped off Flatbush Avenue.


Ha! I knew it. But, Sam, you’re a southern boy. Tell the truth. You like sweet tea, don’t you?


I lived in South Hempstead once when Kate and I were first married. Even though I’ve been in Tennessee for twenty years, the sweetest thing I’ll drink is a Manhattan made with red vermouth.


For shame. Not liking sweet tea is a crime in my book. Are you amazed at the crime rate of Prospect, Tennessee?

Stunned. If you believe what Wayne writes, you’d think Prospect had a homicide rate greater than Detroit. But small towns can have their share of problems. Remember Jessica Fletcher in Cabot Cove, Maine? Those people dropped like flies. The reader has to remember these cases are transplanted from New York to Tennessee. We stay here because the taxes are low.


I prefer to think of Prospect as a hotbed of crime. If you ever need any help, give the Goose Pimple Junction chief of police, Johnny Butterfield, a call. He’ll be glad to hep ya. What case are you working on now, by the way?

Funny you asked. Just the other day, the resident OSI agent--beautiful woman named Roxy Wallace--walked into my office and asked me to help with a major case at McGhee-Tyson Air Base. That’s not my territory, but who could refuse someone like Roxy? I doubt we’ll need much time to clear this one, so Wayne can write one of his novelettes and get it published as an audio book. I like those. Kate and I listen to them when we take long drives.

I admit to listening to you a time or two on road trips, Sam.


Okay, Amy, we’ve played Twenty Questions, and now we’re finished. When you told me about that little place called Goose Pimple Junction, I checked the map. It’s not too far from Prospect. Come on, I’ll buy you lunch and you can tell me more about it. Oh, and thanks for inviting me here. I hope I’ve straightened out your fans and now they know Wayne’s not such a bad guy. 

Darlin’, they’re your fans. I don’t know though, you may have gotten Wayne into some hot water. But I can vouch for him. He’s a good guy and a good writer too.  So gwon, y’all—buy Heroes & Lovers. You’ll be glad you did. And yes, GPJ is purt near to Prospect. How about we gwon over to Slick & Junebug’s diner? And bring your wife, Kate. I always like talking to her. Thanks for being here, Sam. Come back when your next adventure hits the stands. And hey—let’s be careful out there.

About the author:

Wayne Zurl grew up on Long Island and retired after twenty years with the Suffolk County Police Department, one of the largest municipal law enforcement agencies in New York and the nation. For thirteen of those years he served as a section commander supervising investigators. He is a graduate of SUNY, Empire State College and served on active duty in the US Army during the Vietnam War and later in the reserves. Zurl left New York to live in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with his wife, Barbara.

Fifteen (15) of his Sam Jenkins mysteries have been produced as audio books and simultaneously published as eBooks. Ten (10) of these novelettes are now available in print under the titles of A Murder In Knoxville and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries and Reenacting A Murder and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries. Zurl’s first full-length novel, A New Prospect, was named best mystery at the 2011 Indie Book Awards, chosen as 1st Runner-Up from all Commercial Fiction at the 2012 Eric Hoffer Book Awards, and was nominated for a Montaigne Medal and First Horizon Book Award. His second novel, A Leprechaun's Lament, is available in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle. A third full-length novel, Heroes & Lovers, was released on Sept 29, 2012.

For more information on Wayne’s Sam Jenkins mystery series see www.waynezurlbooks.net. You can read excerpts, reviews and endorsements, interviews, coming events, and see photos of the area where the stories take place.

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Review

Heroes & Lovers is another Sam Jenkins mystery, and Wayne Zurl doesn't disappoint. The more we get to know Sam, the more we like him. He's a laid back type of hero, but he has his flaws. He also has a weakness for a pretty woman, which tends to get him in trouble from time to time because he has a beautiful wife waiting for him at home. But Sam is human, and life happens.

Wayne's characters are always likeable, and I'm a fan of the use of dialect. Wayne has the Tennessee speech down perfect. Being a retired police officer, he knows police procedure. And he's great at combining these elements and coming out with a good mystery. You read one Sam Jenkins story, and you'll want to read them all. The series is fictional, but the books always read like real life.

If you like well-developed characters, witty banter, and a good mystery, you'll love books by Wayne Zurl, and Heroes & Lovers is no exception. Highly enjoyable.

Thursday, October 11, 2012

Excerpt from Heroes & Lovers


I've known Wayne Zurl since we were fellow writers on an online critique site. I remember when he started posting Heroes & Lovers for feedback. Try as I might, I couldn't find anything constructive to say to Wayne. I loved the story, and I ended up being a "lurker." I read the book without offering a review. Gasp. But at a fifty-word minimum, there are only so many fresh reviews one can leave that say "This is great. I love it." Flash forward to the present day, and Wayne's book is published. We get a sneak peek today with a small excerpt from the book. Sit back, read, and enjoy.

About the book:
Sam Jenkins might say, “Falling in love is like catching a cold. It’s infectious and involuntary. Just don’t sneeze on any innocent people.”

Getting kidnapped and becoming infatuated with a married policeman never made TV reporter Rachel Williamson’s list of things to do before Christmas. But helping her friend, Sam Jenkins with a fraud investigation would be fun and get her an exclusive story.


Sam’s investigation put Rachel in the wrong place at the wrong time and her abduction by a mentally disturbed fan, ruined several days of her life.

When Jenkins learns Rachel has gone missing, he cancels holiday leaves, mobilizes the personnel at Prospect PD, and enlists his friends from the FBI to help find her.


During the early stages of the investigation, Sam develops several promising leads, but as they begin to fizzle, his prime suspect drops off the planet and all the resources of the FBI aren’t helping.

After a lucky break and a little old-fashioned pressure on an informant produce an important clue, the chief leads his team deep into the Smoky Mountains to rescue his friend. But after Rachel is once again safe at home, he finds their problems are far from over.


And now, for the excerpt:

 

   The sixty-degree temperatures of several days earlier had cooled slightly. The cloudless Wedgwood blue skies we‘d been enjoying had turned to a muddy, hazy gray hanging over Prospect. The pollution of Knoxville and Oak Ridge had been blown southeast by the prevailing winter winds.
    When we pulled up at the repair shop, it took me less than a minute to spot Elrod sitting in his office reading a magazine. Another young man worked on a pick-up truck in the garage bay and two others sat on folding chairs nearby, drinking soda from cans, talking with him. We sat twenty yards from the open garage door and heard a radio playing. Someone lamented the loss of his girlfriend and contemplated his exodus to San Antone. The song didn‘t sound like one of the icons of country and western to me.
    Len Alcock, Bobby John Crockett, and Stan Rose pulled their marked police cars curbside, blocking the driveways after Junior and I drove up to the office door. The two soda drinkers were about to run when Alcock and Crockett put the arm on them.
    Stanley rousted the mechanic, a guy who looked like he ate pit bulls for breakfast, before he could hide in the supply room off the work area.
Junior followed me into the office. I walked up to a scarred and dented gray metal desk. An open bag of pork rinds lay on top, next to a two-liter bottle of Mello Yello. A half-eaten corn dog hid in a wrinkled wrapper.
    "Hi there," I said. "I‘ll bet you‘re Elrod Swaggerty, aren‘t you?"
    He was a thin, shady-looking character with short hair and sideburns ending below his earlobes. His dark blue mechanic‘s outfit hadn‘t seen soap in a long time.
    Elrod eyed me for a few seconds and then shifted his look to Junior and back again to me. If he didn‘t assume I was a cop, he was more mentally bereft than I anticipated.
    "That‘s me." His voice cracked a little as he tried a nervous smile.
    "The Elrod Swaggerty?" I started to enjoy myself.
    "Uh-huh, whot‘s up?"
    I held up a copy of the arrest warrant for him to see. "I know you were hoping Officer Huskey and I came from Publisher‘s Clearing House and we were about to give you a check for a million bucks, but I‘m sorry to disappoint you."
Junior tried to stifle a laugh, which came out like a combination snicker and snort from a clogged sinus passage. I should have remembered to smack him when we finished, but didn‘t.
    Someone in the garage turned off the radio, stopping the Nashville sound.
    "Elrod, my friend, you‘re under arrest," I said.
    "Whot fer? I didn‘t do nuthin‘."
    "You just committed a double negative in public. If you didn‘t do nothing, you must have done something. May I take that as an admission of guilt?"
    "Do whot?" He was almost gasping.
    "Elrod, son, you have the right to remain silent. I suggest you avail yourself of that right before I feel compelled to flatten your head with a brick."
    "Hey now, don‘t go gettin‘ mean an‘ hateful on me, I really didn‘t do nothin'."
    "Pal, you haven‘t seen hateful yet," I said. "We‘re only having a spirited conversation here. If you see me call in a helicopter or break out a field phone with little alligator clips attached to wires, you may infer I‘m going to get nasty."
    I heard Junior giggling behind me. I should tranquilize him the next time we go on an arrest.
    "Let‘s go, guy, on your feet. Time to put the cuffs on," I said.
    "Cuffs? Are you crazy? I said, I ain‘t done nothin‘."
    When he stood, I gave him a push and moved him up against the wall behind his desk. Just to the left, hung a two-foot-tall calendar showing a girl in a bikini, holding a gallon can of anti-freeze, standing next to a shiny black Mustang with the hood raised.
    "Assume position one, Elrod. Hands on the wall and walk your feet back some."
    Elrod seemed familiar with the steps to that dance. I took hold of his belt and backed him up even more, and then I used my right foot to spread his legs wider.
    "I‘m going to search you now," I said. "Is there anything in your pockets or on your person that is a weapon or might cut me, stick me, or in any other way piss me off?"
    "Do whot?" he croaked again.
    "Now listen carefully, Mr. Swaggerty, these are not multiple choice questions, just a simple true or false. Do you have a weapon or something sharp on your body?"
    "I got me a folder on my belt—that‘s it, it ain‘t concealed."
    I removed a cheap knock-off of a Buck lock-back knife from a beaten-up leather pouch on his belt and handed it to Junior. I finished patting him down, put cuffs on him, double locked them, and brought him back to the position of attention.
    "Whot am I charged with? I got a right ta know!" he crooned.
    "Larceny by inveiglement—four times and scheme to defraud."

    "Do whot?"
    Obviously, vocabulary hadn‘t been one of Elrod‘s favorite subjects.
    When Junior and I walked our prisoner out to the car, I saw John Leckmanski filming the festivities from a discrete distance, far off Elrod‘s property.
    I looked toward the garage area and thought Stan and the boys also hit the jackpot. Elrod‘s three minions were in cuffs, too. Stan found the mechanic with a shirt pocket filled by a baggie brimming over with the evil weed. The guy drinking Dr. Pepper was wanted on a Blount County Traffic warrant for failure to pay fines, and the lad with the Mountain Dew was named on a bench warrant from the Rockford Justice Court for failure to appear. The two cops would transport the prisoners. Stan Rose would stay to secure the scene and inventory any cash found in the office.
    The time involved in messing with Elrod‘s mind and processing his arrest would take us well beyond the 3:30 deadline for arraignments. Swaggerty would spend the night as a guest of Prospect PD and be transported to the county justice center in the morning. I timed the arrest that way for two reasons. I thought of Elrod as a first-class scumbag who needed to remember you don‘t screw around in Prospect. And second: I wanted to give my favorite TV newsgirl time to catch him tomorrow after he made bail and see if she could get an interview during the morning light.
    When Rachel and I spoke, I suggested she attend the arraignment. She and John could watch the judge set bail, but because the county deputies and court officers may be less enamored with good-looking female reporters than I am, they wouldn‘t let her get close to the defendant. I thought they should wait in the Justice Center parking lot until Elrod‘s release and follow him back to Prospect, when he‘d undoubtedly go to his shop and check on the status of the working capital he left behind. There he‘d find a copy of the search warrant with an inventory of the confiscated or secured property.
    I‘ve lived to regret that suggestion ever since.



About the author:

Wayne Zurl grew up on Long Island and retired after twenty years with the Suffolk County Police Department, one of the largest municipal law enforcement agencies in New York and the nation. For thirteen of those years he served as a section commander supervising investigators. He is a graduate of SUNY, Empire State College and served on active duty in the US Army during the Vietnam War and later in the reserves. Zurl left New York to live in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with his wife, Barbara.


Fifteen (15) of his Sam Jenkins mysteries have been produced as audio books and simultaneously published as eBooks. Ten (10) of these novelettes are now available in print under the titles of A MURDER IN KNOXVILLE and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries and REENACTING A MURDER and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries. Zurl’s first full-length novel, A NEW PROSPECT, was named best mystery at the 2011 Indie Book Awards, chosen as 1st Runner-Up from all Commercial Fiction at the 2012 Eric Hoffer Book Awards, and was nominated for a Montaigne Medal and First Horizon Book Award. His second novel, A LEPRECHAUN’S LAMENT, is available in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle. A third full-length novel, HEROES & LOVERS, is scheduled for release on Sept 29, 2012.

For more information on Wayne’s Sam Jenkins mystery series see www.waynezurlbooks.net. You can read excerpts, reviews and endorsements, interviews, coming events, and see photos of the area where the stories take place.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Talking With Wayne Zurl



I'm happy to have Wayne Zurl, author of the Sam Jenkins mystery series, here today to talk with us about his newest novel, Heroes & Lovers. This is Wayne's third full novel, although he's written many novelettes. Wayne writes mysteries with humor and great characters. Best of all, his town of Prospect, Tennessee isn't far from Goose Pimple Junction.

About Heroes & Lovers (A Sam Jenkins Mystery)


Sam Jenkins might say, “Falling in love is like catching a cold. It’s infectious and involuntary. Just don’t sneeze on any innocent people.”


Getting kidnapped and becoming infatuated with a married policeman never made TV reporter Rachel Williamson’s list of things to do before Christmas. But helping her friend, Sam Jenkins with a fraud investigation would be fun and get her an exclusive story.


Sam’s investigation put Rachel in the wrong place at the wrong time and her abduction by a mentally disturbed fan, ruined several days of her life.

When Jenkins learns Rachel has gone missing, he cancels holiday leaves, mobilizes the personnel at Prospect PD, and enlists his friends from the FBI to help find her.


During the early stages of the investigation, Sam develops several promising leads, but as they begin to fizzle, his prime suspect drops off the planet and all the resources of the FBI aren’t helping.

After a lucky break and a little old-fashioned pressure on an informant produce an important clue, the chief leads his team deep into the Smoky Mountains to rescue his friend. But after Rachel is once again safe at home, he finds their problems are far from over.

 

Howdy, Wayne. You've written a lot of Sam Jenkins mysteries. What is the best part of writing for you?

All my adult jobs have involved writing in one way or another. Long before I began dabbling in anything creative, I wrote reports in the Army and police department. I got a kick out of hearing a senior officer say that I’d submitted something well written. And, on occasion, someone in upper management would read my report before they ever met me. So, I made sure what I turned in would be good enough for them to remember the guy who wrote it. All this is pressing ahead to how I enjoy hearing people pump my ego with praise of what I write.


After I retired, I took a volunteer job at a state park where among other things, I wrote publicity for their living history program. Those pieces led to twenty-six non-fiction magazine articles. Occasionally, I’d meet readers who liked what I wrote—more opportunity for ego building. But I also got paid for my efforts and thought that was cool.


In 2006, I decided to try writing fiction. I figured I could base (loosely or otherwise) my stories on old cases I investigated or supervised. That looked like the fun part of the chore. I enjoyed that aspect most and still do. That’s the best part of writing.


What is the worst?


Post-publication marketing and promotions. I’d love to be operating back in the old days where a publisher’s PR department did all the work and writers only attended book signings and radio and TV interviews. Realistically, I’ll never see that scenario.

I would totally agree with you on that. How would you describe your book in a tweet? (140 characters or less.)


A simple arrest ends in tragedy. Sam Jenkins does some serious ass kickin’ to save a friend in HEROES & LOVERS, a #police #thriller.


That one weighed in at 132, sir. Lookin’ good. How did you create the plot for this book?


In the first two novels and all fifteen novelettes, Sam Jenkins has been developing an emotional involvement with TV reporter, Rachel Williamson. Both characters are married (to other people,) and so far things are professional and platonic. But I wanted something to make readers grit their teeth, and I didn’t want the tired old tension-getter, common to so many cop stories, where the hero goes into a situation without backup and finds himself in jeopardy.


I’ve seen several very successful TV shows go on for years with a premise of sexual tension between two main characters who aren’t involved in a conventional way. I liked the idea and needed a reason to get Sam and Rachel a little closer. I wanted readers (and especially females who buy more books) to question my sanity. I want them to say, “Hey, he’s married. What is he doing?”

Those interested should stay tuned and find out if Sam and Rachel have an affair. Does it last? Does Sam leave Kate? Real soap opera, huh?

To keep this a cop opera, and not steamy Harlequin romance material, I needed legitimate police work to lead them into a story-worthy problem. The initial “scheme to defraud” investigation gets Sam and Rachel working together closely. Later, circumstances throw them into a relationship neither turns away from.

As Rachel wraps up her news coverage of the fraud scam, she’s kidnapped in Sam’s jurisdiction, and everything becomes super-personal for the chief, and the reader sees a darker side of our normally genial, wise-cracking ex-detective.

I dug into my bag of war stories and used an actual incident of an assault / attempted rape of one of the secretaries from where I worked. That wasn’t my case, but for me and every other person around me, it became a top priority and many people worked their off-duty time to find the guilty party.

How do you develop your characters?


Most of the characters I invent are based on people I knew—or they’re composites of more than one person. This helps me determine how those personalities will react to a certain situation and what they’ll say and how they’ll speak. That’s extremely helpful in writing dialogue and giving these people unique voices. If I can hear how a real person spoke, I can perpetuate their fictional voices.


Reviews are a necessary evil for authors. How do you handle criticism of your work?


Like everyone else, I enjoy positive criticism. I feel the “warm fuzzies” and they improve my day. Occasionally, someone tosses a few “cold pricklies” at me and, by necessity, I dissect the negative information.


First, I try to identify where the critic is coming from. Are they just speaking about a personal dislike? Intellectually, I know I’ll never please all of the people all of the time, and while nasty remarks hurt, I have no choice but to let them go. Readers are entitled to their opinions . . . Until I hunt them down and meet them in a dark alley and then—just kidding.

If I can determine that the critic is more professionally capable of analyzing my story technically, I’ll still feel bad over the [possibly] nasty comment, but I’ll look for important constructive criticism that may make future work better.

When I belonged to an on-line writer’s workshop, occasionally I’d run into a reviewer who lacked all bedside manner and never tried to soften the negative comments they felt compelled to make. Fortunately, most of those fellow writers were part of a minority and nothing but toads who thought they knew it all. But among those assorted ineffectual readers, I’d find a few intelligent but obnoxious authors who, in a most unfriendly way, offered gems of wisdom. Only a fool would disregard good information that could make a finished product better.

I’d always file away this good advice, but still look forward to that dark, back alley.

I’m a collector of quotes. What’s one of your favorites?


Back in the 18th century, Edward Gibbon said, “I never make the mistake of arguing with people for whose opinions I have no respect.” Good advice that can save you a lot of aggravation.


That reminds me of one of my favorite southern proverbs: Never argue with a pig. It just frustrates you and irritates the pig." Anyway…you live in beautiful Tennessee, but if you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?


After an extremely warm and dry summer, I’ve rekindled my interest in Scotland. Years ago, when the exchange rate was $1.03 to the pound, we considered buying a stone cottage in the Highlands and retiring there. But Reaganomics decided American tourists should spend their travel dollars in the US and miraculously, a pound sterling ended up costing $1.75 almost overnight. In effect, my pension dollar had been cut almost in half and the idea of moving to Scotland took a back seat to the mountains of East Tennessee. I’ve been to Scotland thirteen times. I’d go back in a heartbeat. It’s a great place.


Discounting Scotland, if you could take a trip anywhere in the world, where would you go? Don’t worry about the money. Your publisher is paying.


I’m getting in the mood for another trip to Alaska. And since money is no object, I’d book the best cabin on a small cruise boat and go from Ketchikan to Juneau along the Inside Passage. From there, we’d fly to Anchorage and spend a couple of days in the Captain Cook Hotel. Then, rent a cabin in Homer for a week of fishing for halibut and salmon and a flight to the Katmai Peninsula to photograph the brown bear and watch them catch a few salmon.


You have written a gazillion things and have had three books published this year. What are you working on now?


I’m about ready to finalize the second pass of edits and revisions to a novel I call PIGEON RIVER BLUES. It’s Sam Jenkins’ first venture into the world of country and western music. Here’s the jacket summary I’ve come up with:

Winter in the Smokies can be a tranquil time of year—unless Sam Jenkins sticks his thumb into the sweet potato pie.

The ex-New York detective turned Tennessee police chief is minding his own business one quiet day in February when Mayor Ronnie Shields asks him to act as a bodyguard for a famous country and western star.

C.J. Profitt’s return to her hometown of Prospect receives lots of publicity . . . and threats from a rightwing group calling themselves The Coalition for American Family Values.

The beautiful, publicity seeking Ms. Proffit never fails to capitalize on her abrasive personality by flaunting her alternative lifestyle—a way of living the Coalition hates.

Reluctantly, Jenkins accepts the assignment of keeping C.J. safe while she performs at a charity benefit. But his job becomes more difficult when the object of his protection refuses to cooperate.

During this misadventure, Sam hires a down-on-his-luck ex-New York detective and finds himself thrown back in time with old Army acquaintances who factor into a complicated plot of attempted murder, the destruction of a Dollywood music hall, and other general insurrection on Sam’s “peaceful side of the Smokies.”

When I finish my work, I’ll see how my publisher / editor likes the idea.

I’m sure he will like it just fine. I hope you’ll come back when it’s ready to be published. Thanks for stopping by, Wayne.

Thanks, Amy, for inviting me to your blog and introducing me to your fans and followers. 




About the author:

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Wayne Zurl grew up on Long Island and retired after twenty years with the Suffolk County Police Department, one of the largest municipal law enforcement agencies in New York and the nation. For thirteen of those years he served as a section commander supervising investigators. He is a graduate of SUNY, Empire State College and served on active duty in the US Army during the Vietnam War and later in the reserves. Zurl left New York to live in the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of Tennessee with his wife, Barbara.

Fifteen (15) of his Sam Jenkins mysteries have been produced as audio books and simultaneously published as eBooks. Ten (10) of these novelettes are now available in print under the titles of A MURDER IN KNOXVILLE and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries and REENACTING A MURDER and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries. Zurl’s first full-length novel, A NEW PROSPECT, was named best mystery at the 2011 Indie Book Awards, chosen as 1st Runner-Up from all Commercial Fiction at the 2012 Eric Hoffer Book Awards, and was nominated for a Montaigne Medal and First Horizon Book Award. His second novel, A LEPRECHAUN’S LAMENT, is available in hardcover, paperback, and Kindle. A third full-length novel, HEROES & LOVERS, is scheduled for release on Sept 29, 2012.

For more information on Wayne’s Sam Jenkins mystery series see www.waynezurlbooks.net. You can read excerpts, reviews and endorsements, interviews, coming events, and see photos of the area where the stories take place.


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