Interview/Virtual Tour ~ The Zombie Game by Glenn Shepard

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Who is Scott James?

Scott James is a renowned plastic surgeon who operates his own surgery center in the fictitious town of Jackson City. He has a reputation for traveling to remote areas to operate on under-privileged children, a thing that brings him great satisfaction. But all this suddenly comes to an abrupt end when he accidentally stumbles into two evil forces: A rogue drone operator and a terrorist leader, both of whom are involved in their own private wars. Despite the fact that he thwarts multiple disasters, he draws the ire of his community, the government, and the terrorists. Consequently, Scott James is now a fugitive, an innocent man who holds the key to preventing disaster.

What’s his past, his story?

Scott James is from humble beginnings, which is what draws him to the less fortunate. His family were farmers in North Carolina and he became a doctor by working his way through school. His talents made him something of a star. He was a good student and earned scholarships that got him through the best schools and surgical programs. His plastic surgery interest was craniofacial surgery. In his words, “he fixed people's faces.” He was loved by the community until he became involved in a covert war with various nefarious forces. After that, he lost his license to practice medicine, his wife, his friends, everything.

What is the flavor of the series? Action? Romance? Political Intrigue?

Action is the primary theme of Books 1 and 2. Thrillers, I call them. I move quickly from one action sequence to another in an attempt to keep the interest of my readers. But romance plays a definite role in the books that follow. The development of this twist will take a couple books to fully complete, but it's new to my writing and adds a spark that's been missing.

What have people said about your series?

Like all writers, there are people who love the characters and stories I weave, and those who criticize. Several people have complained that the stories jump from scene to scene so often that they can't keep up. I certainly don't apologize for that. That's me. I love to explore new places in the world. I love new cities. I love the action that's generated in different parts of the globe. That is what ties everything together in my books and generates excitement. My belief is that there are others like me who enjoy this, and will read on as this series progresses. Another criticism of my initial book, The Missile Game,  was that it was “a man's book.” But that just hasn’t been the case, in the long run. I have a very strong female readership and I hear from them all the time, in emails and comments on the various sites, like Amazon. Most of them loved the book.

What’s your background, as a writer?

I began writing as a surgical resident at Vanderbilt. My first book was Surge, a work of fiction based on my one year in Vietnam as a surgeon in the 2nd Surgical Hospital. I completed my second novel, a thousand pager, The HART Virus, which described the medical-social issues of the AIDS virus in the early days of the development of the disease. My busy surgical practice didn't allow sufficient time to enter the “publication process,” and so writing became a form of relaxation, which I did mostly in the late hours after work. Time Share followed this, in which I “solved” the Kennedy assassination mystery. Next, I wrote The Crypt of St. James, Faces in a Bamboo Garden and A Funeral In Texas. After that I became enamored with the Dr. Scott James Thriller Series and in 2014 published The Missile Game, the first of this series, and quickly followed with The Zombie Game, The Ebola Game, and The Encryption Game.

Any last words?

Just that I hope my readers enjoy the adventures of Scott James, and thank you for always being so supportive.

post-divider rightzombieSeries: The Dr. Scott James Thrillers Series (Book 2)
Publisher: Mystery House Publishing, Inc.(February 26, 2015)
Genre: Thriller
ISBN-10: 0990589366
ISBN-13: 978-0990589365
ASIN: B00T11ZQIU
Buy: Amazon, Kindle, IndieBound, The Book Depository

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ISIS terrorists are plotting to kill the Pope during his visit to America.

Their plan: Hijack a hospital ship in Haiti, convert it to a missile launcher, and cruise into Miami Harbor, unnoticed.

Their only obstacle: Dr. Scott James is a volunteer on the ship, and he’s recruited a squad of Haitian zombies to stop the attack. But nothing adds up … until the last seven minutes.

MEET JAKJAK, DEAD MAN

Jacques Jacobo, “Jakjak,” is the Haitian Finance Minister’s personal bodyguard. He’s just taken two bullets in the chest trying to stop an assassination attempt on his boss.

DR. SCOTT JAMES, TARGET

Dr. Scott James is a volunteer surgeon on a hospital ship anchored off the coast of earthquake-ravaged Haiti. He’s got his share of personal demons.

OMAR FAROK, MASTERMIND

Omar Farok wants to rule ISIS, and the world. He’s just taken over the hospital ship and converted it into a launch platform for a nuclear strike on Miami.

SANFIA, VODOUN BOKOR

Sanfia is the most powerful Vodoun priestess in Haiti. Omar Farok will pay her big money to turn Dr. James into a zombie.

ELIZABETH, THE WILDCARD

Beautiful Elizabeth is one of the most notorious freelance operatives in the world. She’s come to Haiti to defuse the bomb.

They’re all about to play The Zombie Game.

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Glenn-Shepard-243x300Dr. Glenn Shepard was raised on a farm in eastern Virginia. He attended the University of Virginia on an academic scholarship and majored in psychology. As an undergraduate, he lettered in wrestling for three years in a row. Then, he went on to become the only person in UVA history to letter in wrestling again in his sophomore year in medical school.

After completion of med school at UVA, he went to Vanderbilt where he completed his residency in general and cardiovascular surgery. He spent two years in the Army at the Ft. Gordon Army Hospital in Augusta, Georgia and The Second Surgical Hospital in An Khe, Vietnam. While in Vietnam, he wrote his first work of fiction, Surge, which is on his back burner of works to dig out of the attic and publish, with major revisions, in the future.

For 28 years, he founded and directed The Peninsula Cranio-Facial deformities clinic that was staffed by volunteer medical, dental, social services, psychology, and speech pathology experts. The group treated over five hundred patients with cleft lips and palates, as well as a variety of deformities of the face and hand.

After the massive earthquake in Haiti in January, 2010, Dr. Shepard emerged from retirement and joined the Notre Dame Hospital unit in Leogane, Haiti for a 10 day rotation. His empathy for the people and their problems as well as his admiration for the contributions of time and talent from medical personnel from all over the world greatly inspired his second novel, Relief Aid, Haiti.

Not For Profit, Dr. Shepard's first thriller, follows plastic surgeon Dr. Scott James as he tries to clear his name of two murders of which he's been falsely accused. As James hunts down the evidence that might free him, he faces a barrage of threats to his life and liberty—and makes one chilling discovery after another.

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The Streets of Port-au-Prince, Haiti

June, 2014

10:01 p.m.

JAKJAK, THE CHAUFFEUR, PEERED through the windshield of the black Mercedes sedan, looking for danger. Haiti could be a bad place after dark. Killings, kidnappings, and armed robbery were common. Police protection was almost nonexistent in Port-au-Prince. Not only was Jakjak a driver, but he was also his employer’s bodyguard.

It had been more than four years since the terrible earthquake had destroyed the country, but massive piles of rubble remained. Jakjak dodged broken stones that had spilled onto the road from the high rows of demolished cement blocks lining the streets, and then suddenly a black cat jumped out in front of the Mercedes.

Jakjak stomped on the brakes but heard the thump of the animal striking the bottom of the car. Slamming to a halt, he looked back to see the dead cat lying in the middle of the road. His heart beat faster and he began to sweat. His mother had warned him of this. She was a Mambo, a Vodoun priestess with strong powers. According to Jakjak’s religion—Petro Vodou—the spirit embodied in black cats, Iwa, grew angry and vindictive toward those who brought him harm.

Jakjak felt through his black suit coat to reassure himself that his .45 was in the holster strapped to his chest. He was a young thirty-eight, muscular from his daily workouts with heavy weights, and imposing at six-foot-two and 220 pounds.

But killing the cat made his large hands shake.

Jakjak turned to the three men in the back seat. “Mal se nan lé a. Evil is in the air. We must turn back.”

Julien Duran answered, “No, Jakjak. Drive on.”

“Please, sir. Listen to me. No good will come of tonight’s meeting. I feel the spirit of the cat on me. We have angered him.”

Duran cleared his throat. At forty-eight, Duran was tall and thin, with prematurely gray hair. He wore a white suit, white tie with a diamond stickpin, and a heavily starched white shirt with gold cuff links and mother-of-pearl inlays. Jakjak had worked for him for twenty years, since Duran had returned from his economics studies at Yale, and law school at the University of Virginia. After only two years in a prestigious law firm in Port-au-Prince, Duran had been offered a government job as Assistant Minister of Finance, where his work gained him frequent promotions. In 2010, after the quake, he reached the top. He was made Minister of Finance.

Duran, sitting in the back of the Mercedes between his two assistant ministers, leaned toward his driver and said, “Jakjak, I respect your beliefs, but regardless of what your intuition tells you, I must go to this meeting. Charles Roche is a billionaire. I can’t keep him waiting.”

Men lé a. But the hour … Hooligans now rule the streets at night. The spirits say we are in danger.”

Duran folded his arms as he sat back. “Tonight, Roche is choosing between giving financial aid to Haiti or Chile for earthquake damages. I don’t want Chile to be the one to take his money.”

A few minutes later, the Mercedes cruised past the once opulent building of the Ministry of Finance. The white columns and mahogany doors had all been bulldozed after the great building had stood for months as an uninhabited ghost structure. The marble and white cement that was once a palace now lay in ruins.

Jakjak continued a short way and then parked in front of the temporary housing units that were still used from time to time as offices for the Ministry. Piles of debris covered most of the parking spaces, so Jakjak was forced to park the Mercedes a good distance away. In the aftermath of the quake, the Minister and his two assistants were used to this kind of thing. Jakjak got out, briskly opened the car doors for his passengers, and then he escorted Duran and his two assistants to the office.

The visiting group consisted of three officials and two bodyguards. They were waiting at the door of the main temporary building. Jakjak unlocked it and ushered them in.

One of the bodyguards saw Jakjak’s .45 bulging against his coat and stopped him at the door. “No guns.”

Jakjak placed his hand over his gun. “Non, Mesye. I won’t give up my gun.”

“Then no meeting.”

Duran went to Jakjak’s side. “Check these men for weapons and then wait outside.”

The five visitors raised their hands as Jakjak patted them down.

Jakjak turned to Duran. “I cannot leave you.”

“I’ll be fine. Stay in the car. I’ll be out shortly.”

Asthe other men made their way to the conference room, Jakjak returned to the Mercedes. But his hands began to shake. He closed his eyes. He saw the cat’s eyes; they were in the face of the devil.

The introductions were brief. The central figure was a lawyer Duran had known for years, Virgil Baccus. Baccus was the attorney for billionaire Charles Roche. He was a portly man who practiced law in St. John and often worked with foreign clients. After shaking Duran’s hand, Baccus took his seat. Duran’s heart beat fast as he thought about Baccus. He had a reputation for representing men who created their wealth by embezzling corporate funds.

To Baccus’ right was a six-foot, muscular man dressed in black; to his left was another tall, muscular man, also dressed in a black suit. The two bodyguards stood by the door. Duran recognized all the men as being from St. John and St. Croix.

Baccus spoke up immediately. “Well, I have good news. Mr. Roche has already decided to give his money to your country. I bring a check from him for five hundred million dollars.”

Baccus removed a check from an envelope and handed it to Duran.

Duran looked at the check and smiled. At the conference table were his assistants, Antoine Gabriel and Hugon Cheval. Both were small and thin. Gabriel wore wire-rimmed eyeglasses. Both men were dressed in black suits and black ties.

Duran showed the check to Gabriel and Cheval. Both smiled and nodded their heads in appreciation.

Duran turned to Baccus. “Please extend my sincere thanks to Mr. Roche. This will be incredibly helpful in rebuilding Haiti.”

“Indeed.” As they stood and shook hands, Baccus said, “Mr. Roche would appreciate the check being deposited right away so we can begin to allot money for building projects here on your island.”

Duran withdrew his hand. “We?”

“Yes. My client of course expects to have a say in the distribution of his generous gift.”

Baccus handed a ten-page contract to Duran.

Duran put on reading glasses and spread the papers in front of his men. His smile turned to a frown. Cheval pointed to an item on page one and shook his head. Gabriel pointed to two lines and then a third. Duran put his finger on a paragraph on another page. The three men raised their heads and locked eyes with Baccus.

Duran, looking over his glasses, asked, “Is this some sort of joke? You’re proposing we have your client serve on the board, my board, and have veto powers over everything, including my authority?”

“That seems only fair. My client has good insights into the needs of your country. He pledges to restore Haiti to an even better state than it was before the quake. But he must be in charge of the relief effort.”

“We’ll gladly accept his money, but I’ll never agree to turning over control of the funds to outsiders,” Duran said.

“You have twenty-four hours to sign these papers, or else we will withdraw all our funds.”

“We don’t need more time. My associates and I are in agreement. The answer is no. This meeting is over.”

The two bodyguards moved quickly from the door, just as Baccus broke open his briefcase. Passing by, single file, the guards reached in and removed two, tiny, .22-caliber pistols, each fitted with a silencer as hefty as a beer can.

Baccus spoke. “That is unfortunate. However, there is still time to change your vote to our favor.” He looked coldly at Duran’s assistants. “Mr. Gabriel?”

Gabriel trembled as one of the guards raised his custom-fitted gun to the terrified man’s head.

But Gabriel’s answer was firm. “No.”

post-divider leftTour Schedule

Monday, June 6 – Interview at PUYB Virtual Book Club

Tuesday, June 7 – Interview at The Writer’s Life

Wednesday, June 8 – Book Featured at CBY Book Club

Thursday, June 9 – Book Featured at Stormy Vixen’s Book Reviews

Friday, June 10 – Book Featured at I’m Shelf-ish

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Monday, June 13 – Book Featured at CelticLady’s Book Reviews

Tuesday, June 14 – Book Featured at The Bookworm Lodge

Wednesday, June 15 – Book Featured at Bound 2 Escape

Thursday, June 16 – Guest Blogging at Lori’s Reading Corner

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Monday, June 20 – Book Review at The Recipe Fairy

Monday, June 20 – Book Featured at The Noise Beneath the Apple

Tuesday, June 21 – Book Featured at The Literary Nook

Wednesday, June 22 – Book Featured at Booklover Sue

Thursday, June 23 – Book Review at Book Babble

Friday, June 24 – Guest Blogging at The Story Behind the Book

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Monday, June 27 – Interview at The Dark Phantom Reviews

Tuesday, June 28 – Book Featured at 3 Partners in Shopping

Wednesday, June 29 – Book Featured at Review From Here

Thursday, June 30 – Book Review at Deal Sharing Aunt

 

 

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  1. very interesting interview

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