Heroes & Lovers by Wayne Zurl Review for Pump Up Your Book

Join Wayne Zurl, author of the police mystery, Heroes & Lovers, as he tours the blogosphere November 5 – 30 2012 on his third virtual book tour with Pump Up Your Book!

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, the ex-New York detective and now police chief in Prospect, Tennessee, with a fraud investigation would get her an exclusive story.  It all sounded exciting and made her station manager happy.  
         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.

About the Author

Wayne Zurl worked for twenty years as a police officer in New York before retiring to the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains of East Tennessee. For thirteen of those years he served as a section commander superivsing investigators. Prior to his police career, Zurl served in the US Army during the Vietnam war and continued on in the Reserves. Before all that, he worked in the fledgling business of computers--when they were seven feet tall. Somewhat disenchanted with the IBM/data processing business, Zurl decided computers were nothing but a passing fad--something that would never replace humans, and he scrapped reentry into that world after returning from his stint with the Army overseas, and collected unemployment insurance until he was offered the only job somewhat compatible with his military background. In 2006 he began writing police stories. His premier novel, A NEW PROSPECT, is scheduled to debut in January 2011. He has (at this time) seven mystery novelettes being sold or about to be published as audio books and Kindle books.

For more information about Wayne, visit www.waynezurlbooks.net where you can find a list of available books, photos, other writing available only from the author, special messages, and several recent interviews with the media. Sign up for eMail notifications about new releases or follow Wayne via his Facebook link on the web site.

Read an Excerpt

HEROS & LOVERS 

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 side-burns 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."
I heard Junior try 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?"
"Huh? 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, stand-ing 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 arraign-ments. 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 war-rant with an inventory of the confiscated or secured property.
I‘ve lived to regret that suggestion ever since.

 

My Thoughts

Heroes and Lovers by Wayne Zurl is the third book in the Sam Jenkins series and the third I have read...with the hopes that there are more to come in this delightful story. This time Sam Jenkins has to rescue a TV reporter from her kidnapper. A cast of great characters, and some not so great characters that make the book a page turner. I love Sams wit and humor along with his ability to see what other's may not. He is charming and lovable and of course the ladies all love him and I like that in spite of his charm he is faithful to his wife Katherine, who may have a smaller role in the story but definitely not a minor role in Sam's life. New Prospect is generally a quiet community but there are still some lowlifes that crop up every so often like a shady auto repair shop owner and of course the drug dealer. But Sam wins out and gets his man or woman. The ending came together nicely and I hope that there is another book in the works.
I received this book for review and was not monetarily compensated for my review.

Stop by the other bloggers in this tour and check out the guest posts and reviews!!!

Heroes & Lovers Virtual Book Publicity Tour Schedule

Monday, November 5

Interview at The Writer’s Life

Wednesday, November 7

Read the first chapter at As the Pages Turn

Book Review at Carol’s Notebook

Thursday, November 8

Interview at Literarily Speaking

Friday, November 9

Book Review at Laurie’s Reviews & Interviews

Monday, November 12

Book Feature & Giveaway at Book Reviews by Dee

Tuesday, November 13

Interview at Books Books the Magical Fruit

Thursday, November 15

Book Review at My Book Retreat

Friday, November 16

Book Review & Book Giveaway at Teena in Toronto

Sunday, November 18

Interview at My  Book Retreat

Monday, November 19

Book Review at Celtic Lady’s Reviews

Tuesday, November 20

Book Review & Guest Blogging at My Reading Table

Wednesday, November 21

Guest Blogging at The Story Behind the Book

Thursday, November 22

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

Friday, November 23

Book Feature at Mary’s Cup of Tea

Monday, November 26

Book Review at Bless Their  Hearts Mom

Friday, November 30

Book Review & Guest Blogging at Jersey Girl Book Reviews