Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with Wayne Zurl

CookingKaren’s Killer Fixin’s **AUTHOR SPECIAL** with WAYNE ZURL!

Welcome to my Friday bonus feature called Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special**!! Today, in lieu of one of my own recipes, I’m going to introduce you to a new author who will share one of her favorite recipes. Not only will you and I occasionally learn how to make something new and delicious, but we’ll get a chance to check out some wonderful authors. Introducing author, WAYNE ZURL, and his favorite recipe for SEAFOOD MORNAY!

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A Sam Jenkins Mystery
By Wayne Zurl

Book Blurb

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

The retired New York detective turned Tennessee police chief is minding his own business 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 Ms. Proffit is known to flaunt her abrasive personality and 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 Sam’s job becomes difficult when the object of his protection refuses to cooperate.

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

A Sam Jenkins Mystery
By Wayne Zurl



An oddball named Mack Collinson sat in his mother’s office discussing the upcoming auction of farmland straddling the border of Prospect and neighboring Seymour, Tennessee.

Jeremy Goins, part-time real estate salesman at the Collinson agency, defrocked federal park ranger, and now full-time maintenance man in The Great Smoky Mountains National Park, walked into the room and tossed a newspaper on Mack’s lap.

Collinson, a short, dark man in his late-forties, had close-cropped, almost black hair, a single bushy eyebrow spanning his forehead, and a thick beard that covered his face from just below his eyes and disappeared into the collar of his sport shirt.

“You seen this article in the Blount County Voice?” Goins asked.

Mack shrugged. His mother neither commented nor gestured.

Goins sighed and continued, seemingly unimpressed with his male colleague. “’Bout how Dolly’s havin’ a benefit show and that lezzy bitch—‘cuse me, Ma—C.J. Profitt’s comin’ back home fer a week a’forehand.”

People showing deference to her age referred to Collinson’s mother as Miss Elnora. Those who knew her more intimately, called her Ma.

“Lemme see that,” Elnora snarled, screwing up her wide face, one surrounded by layers of gray, arranged in a style the locals called big hair.

“Yes, ma’am.” Anxious to please his employer, Jeremy snatched the newspaper from Mack and handed it to Mrs. Collinson.

The Collinson Realty and Auction Company occupied an old and not very well maintained building on McTeer’s Station Pike just below the center of Prospect. Sixty-five-year-old Elnora Collinson had been a realtor for more than forty years, first with her late husband and now with her son. In either case, Ma represented the brains of the operation.

After allowing the woman a few moments to read the article, Jeremy Goins continued the conversation.

“I hated that bitch back in hi-skoo,” he said. “And I hate her even more now that I know what she is and what her kind means ta the rest o’ us.”

Goins was a stocky, rugged-looking man, approaching fifty, with a liberal mix of gray in his dark brown hair. The gray hair was the only liberal thing about Jeremy Goins.

“I s’pose she’s fixin’ to stay around here and mebbe bring some o’ her pur-verted women friends with her,” Mack said. “This world’s goin’ ta hell when ya got ta be subjectedta the likes o’ her on the same streets good Christian folk walk on.”

“Amen ta that,” Jeremy said.

When Ma finished reading she snorted something unintelligible, rolled up the paper, and threw it at a wastepaper basket, missing by a foot.

“Boys, this is shameful.” She took a long moment to shake her head in disgust. “Downright shameful.”

Both men nodded in agreement.

“When that girl went ta Nashville an’ become a singer, I thought Prospect was rid o’ her and her kind once’t and fer all. Lord have mercy, but we’re doomed ta see her painted face on our streets ag’in.”

“Momma,” Mack said, “we ain’t gotta take this.”

He spent a moment shaking his head, too. Then he decided to speak for the rest of the population.

“Don’t nobody here want her back. Mebbe we should send’er a message if the elected leaders o’ this city won’t. We kin let her know.”

“You’re rot, son. Ain’t no reason why that foul-mouthed, lesbian should feel welcome here.” Ma Collinson, who resembled a grumpy female gnome, sat forward in her swivel chair and with some difficulty, pulled herself closer to the desk. “Jeremy, git me that li’l typewriter from the closet. I’ll write her a note sayin’ as much.”

Goins nodded and moved quickly.

“And Jeremy, afore yew git ta work at park headquarters, mail this in Gatlinburg so as ta not have a Prospect postmark on it.”

Goins stepped to a spot where he could read over her shoulder and said, “Yes, ma’am, I’ll do it.”

After inserting a sheet of white bond paper under the roller, Elnora Collinson began to type:

Colleen Profitt we know you. We know what you are. All the money you made don’t make no difference about what you have became. You are a shame to your family and the city of Prospect . Do not come back here. We do not want you. God does not want you.


The Coalition for American Family Values

That was the first of six messages sent to country and western star C.J. Profitt. The last letter, typed almost two weeks later, said:

CJ Profitt you have not called off your visit to our city. We repeat. You and your lesbian friends are violating God’s Law. You must not come here. If you do you will regret it. The people of this city will not suffer because of you. Your ways are the ways of Sin. Your life is a life of SIN. If you come here YOU WILL suffer and then burn in Hell. Do not show your painted face here again. If you do you better make your peace with GOD. You will face HIM soon enough. Sooner than you think.

The Coalition for American Family Values


On Friday morning, February 2nd, Mack Collinson slammed the front door to the real estate agency, shrugged off his brown canvas Carhartt jacket, and tossed it on an old swivel chair. He spent a moment blowing his nose in a week-old handkerchief and stormed into his mother’s office.

“Well she’s here,” he said, putting his hands on his hips. “She never done took your warnin’s serious-like.”

Ma Collinson looked at her son over the tops of reading glasses she recently purchased at the Wal-Mart Vision Center.

“This mornin’ Luretta and the kids was watchin’ that Knoxville mornin’ show,” he said.  “And there she was—film o’ her at the airport ‘long with some others goin’ ta perform at Dolly’s benefit thing. She never listened ta ya, Ma. Now she’s here.”

At five after nine, a coo coo clock in Elnora’s office struck eight.

Mrs. Collinson pulled off her glasses and tossed them onto the desk. She wrinkled her brow and puckered her mouth in disgust. Elnora did not look happy.

“She’ll be talkin’ ‘bout her ideas and her ways like she always does,” Mack said. “It’s un-natural is what it is. Against God’s way. Why does God let people like her live, Ma? Makes me jest so gat-dag mad. Makes me think we ought ta kill her. Kill her our own selves.”

WZ  photo Deadwood, SDAbout the author…Wayne Zurl.

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.

Twenty (20) of his Sam Jenkins mysteries have been published as eBooks and many produced as audio books. Ten (10) of these novelettes are available in print under the titles: A MURDER IN KNOXVILLE and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries and REENACTING A MURDER and Other Smoky Mountain Mysteries. Zurl has won Eric Hoffer and Indie Book Awards, and was named a finalist for a Montaigne Medal and First Horizon Book Award. His full-length novels are: A NEW PROSPECT, A L EPRE CHAUN’S L AMEN T, HEROES & LOVERS, and PIGEON RIVER BLUES. They are available in print and various eBook formats.

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


Links to Wayne’s website, blog, books, etc.

Website:  http://www.waynezurlbooks.net

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Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/waynezurl

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/4158372.Wayne_Zurl

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Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.com/author/waynezurl

B&N author page: http://barnesandnoble.com/s/wayne-zurl

Mind Wings Audio author page: http://mindwingsaudio.com/?s=wayne+zurl





I hope you enjoy the recipe Wayne is sharing with us today on Karen’s Killer Fixin’s. Happy eating!


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[Serves 2]

Use this sauce over shrimp or scallops
Basic recipe for 2 persons

1/3 cup minced onions
1 cup of milk
2 large cloves of minced garlic
2 or 3 minced shallots
2 tablespoons of butter or margarine
2 tablespoons of sifted flour
Salt & black pepper to taste
A splash of sherry (about a tablespoon or thereabouts)

Sauté onions in butter until translucent but not browned. Add shallots and garlic and sauté another 2 minutes. Mix in sifted flour and stir over medium heat. Slowly stir in milk, eliminating the lumps in the flour/onion mix. Raise heat and whisk until sauce begins to boil and thickens. Remove from the high heat. Add the S&P and then the sherry.

20 to 24 medium/large shrimp, shelled and deveined…or…
¾ pound scallops, drained…or…a combination of both (if you’re hungrier than me, use more)

Sauté the seafood in olive oil and sprinkle with salt, pepper & powdered garlic.

Serve the seafood topped with the Mornay sauce over rice or another grain of your choice (millet, bulgar, etc.) along with a side dish of fresh vegetables.

A word about cooking shrimp and scallops from an old Long Island Bay man: Most people sauté these too long and end up with rubbery results. Shrimp need only 2 or 3 minutes in a hot pan, turning them once until they turn white and pink. Small bay scallops perhaps even less. Sea scallops, depending on the thickness, will require more time.

Advice about buying scallops. Not everyone is fortunate enough to harvest their own scallops from the waterways. If you see scallops for sale and they are all the same size and shape, you’re probably getting “cookie cutter” scallops stamped from the wings of a skate and not the natural product taken individually from the shells. That doesn’t mean they won’t taste good, but don’t pay $14.99 a pound for them. One third the price is more appropriate.

If you are so inclined, this pairs well with a California sauvignon blanc.

**SPECIAL ANNOUNCEMENT:  Wayne is giving away ebook copies of PIGEON RIVER BLUES to three lucky readers who comment on his Killer Fixin’s blog. Don’t miss this chance to read this great story!  Thanks, Wayne, for sharing your new release with us!

7 thoughts on “Karen’s Killer Fixin’s **Author Special** with Wayne Zurl”

  1. Good morning, Wayne! Thanks for stopping back with us again. I LOVE SEAFOOD! Any kind. I was born on the east coast so it’s in my genes.

    Can’t wait to make this recipe. Love your book cover, too. Intriguing to this mystery lover! 🙂

  2. Hi Karen,

    Thanks for inviting me back for another visit. I hope everyone likes seafood. For those not concerned with fat and calories, try adding a half cup of shredded cheese to the mornay. Technically, I think that would make it a Newburg sauce, but it’s great too.



  3. Oh, yum!! And I love a good cheesy sauce! I’ll have to make this whenever my seafood-hating husband is out of town. Thanks for sharing!

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