A Conversation with Author Ken Harris

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IR– What inspired the idea for your book?

KH– The original in the series begged for a sequel. You can’t get two vastly different people together to begin a private investigator’s firm and not have them work more cases. 

IR– Tell us about a favorite character from the book.

KH– One of my favorite characters from this book is Rafael ‘Raffi’ Perez. A lifelong friend of my protagonist, Steve Rockfish, Raffi is just built different. As boys, they ran scams from elementary through high school. Pomp and Circumstance led the friends down the forked road to adulthood. Rockfish joined his father at the refinery and Raffi graduated to richer marks and more elaborate schemes. Raffi is the perfect wingman for Rockfish on this case and the reader will enjoy the comedic levity he brings to the thriller.

IR– What was the most surprising thing you learned in writing this book?

KH– That self-doubt is real and it can be overcome with dedication and hard work. I lost count of how many times I didn’t know where this story was going, let alone how to get there. Early readers let me know how much better than the first book, this ended up being. 

IR– If you were friends with a character in this book, what kinds of things would you do together?

KH– Steve Rockfish is a lot like me. We’d share good cigars, Irish whiskey and Chesapeake blue crabs on his back deck while listening to some great classic rock and football/baseball on the tube. 

IR– What does it mean to you to be called an author?

KH– Means I’ve successfully found a second career after retiring early from my first. After 31 years with the FBI, I wondered how I would spend my free time each day without becoming bored.

IR– Do you have any quirky writing rituals?

KH– Initial notes are done on paper with a Ticonderoga #4 pencil. Those notes are then typed into Word, where I slowly transfer them over to Scrivener. I also write first thing in the morning, caffeinated by black coffee and live streaming on Twitch. Developing faithful viewers provides me with the motivation to not take days off. People want to watch and BS with me as the morning goes on.

IR– What comes first for you — the plot or the characters?

KH– Having now developed a series (the third book debuts 3/9/23 and the fourth is in draft) the plot is my main sticking point. I’ve developed a solid group of protagonists that readers love to follow. Although, even with the first, the plot came first and then I built my protagonists and antagonists around it. Glad I did, some have become fan favorites. 

IR– As an author what do you think makes a good story?

KH– A good story, to me, is one that is fast moving and is so engaging that I’m not pulled out of it for any reason. I hate if I have to take myself out of the story to look up a word, or go back over a paragraph because I couldn’t follow it the first time. 

IR– What do you look for in a story as a reader?

KH– A plot or synopsis that grabs me. While I write crime fiction, as a reader, I’m loyal to horror. The story should be new, something that hasn’t been done before or that I can remember. If a synopsis details how an adult is coming back to their childhood home or town and something is going to awaken a memory or something from their past, that is a hard pass from me. 

IR– Who is your audience?

KH– My audience, I like to say are older people who are fans of old 1970s style private eye shows who also enjoyed the humor of the Bruce Willis/Cybil Shepherd detective show Moonlighting. Still, I have younger readers who enjoy a good thriller laced with stinging sarcasm and bits that make you crack up and keep on reading. 

IR– What has been your favorite reader feedback?

KH– Positive feedback from anyone who doesn’t know me from Adam. Friends and family are always going to write nice things. But recently I had someone from the UK say this about See You Next Tuesday: A second outing for the likeable Rockfish and Jawnie. Ken Harris again taps into TV private eye nostalgia while pairing old fashioned Rockfish with tech-savvy generation Z Jawnie, a skillful juxtaposition which oils an axis of subtle social commentary and never gets dull. 

IR– How do you interact with your readers?

KH– The usual, across all social media platforms. I’ve found the most success on Twitter and Twitch. Live streaming my writing sessions each morning has given me away to interact in real time (chat) with readers. I’m able to bounce ideas off those in chat and ask aloud for a word when my old feeble brain fails me.

IR– What are you working on in the near future?

KH– So, this interview is in promotion of the second in my “From the Case Files of Steve Rockfish” series. The Pine Barrens Stratagem was followed by See You Next Tuesday. I’m close to submitting the third, A Bad Bout of the Yips, to my publisher. And the fourth is 20,000 words deep into the first draft.

IR– What is your all time favorite book or author? 

KH– My all-time book is Peter Straub’s Blue Rose Trilogy (Koko, Mystery, and The Throat). I pull these books out every couple of years and reread them. I only wish I could get across descriptions, locations and characters you absolutely love to follow, as Straub does. 

IR– What made you say to yourself, “Today, I am going to write a book”?

KH– I’ve said that many times in the past and ended up self-publishing five books when I failed to find an agent or traditional publisher. After retiring and realizing that my quest to write was falling to the wayside as I watched more TV and played more video games. After bingewatching the first season of The Rockford Files as a trip down memory lane, I stood back and knew I could write something as entertaining. I swore I would find a publisher and not self-publish. Worked out in the end. 

IR– How do you avoid or defeat writer’s block?

KH– During the drafting of the third Rockfish book, I hit the block full speed, head on, at 40,000 words. Didn’t know if it was any good, despite getting feedback to the contrary, nor did I have any idea where it was going. After three and a half months of false starts, I sat down, logged into Twitch and told myself, if I was going to fail, then the world could watch. Five weeks later I completed the first draft at 113,000 words. 

IR– What difference do you see between a writer and an author?

KH– I was a writer in my previous life. I wrote intelligence reports for decision makers at the highest levels of Government. As an author I’m free to tell the story I want to tell. 

IR– What is an underrated series that you think everyone should read?

KH– I’m going to go back to my favorite: Peter Straub’s Blue Rose Trilogy (Koko, Mystery, and The Throat). There hasn’t been one person I’ve turned on to this series that hasn’t devoured all three books in record time. Excluding my wife’s book club. They failed miserably. 

IR– Aside from writing or reading, what are your hobbies or interests?

KH– I live and die all things Philadelphia sports related. Also, most of my writing sessions are followed by road cycling. I live for every Friday when my favorite video podcast “Issues with Andy” drops at noon.  

IR– What advice would you give to a writer working on their first book?

KH– Don’t stop. Don’t let form rejection emails from agents or publishers stop you from doing what you love. I’ve spent years not writing because I took rejection way too hard. The heck with them if they don’t like it. Someone will. And if not, who cares? Get it out there, you’ll find your audience. 

IR– If you had a secret room that opened by pulling a book on a shelf, what book would you choose?

KH– Geek Love – by Katherine Dunn

IR– If your book were made into a movie, which actors would play your characters?

KH– Steve Rockfish would be played by Bill Mosley and Jawnie McGee by Esperanza Spalding. My antagonist in See You Next Tuesday, Lilith Highchurch would be played by Lily Rabe.

IR– If you knew you could not fail, what would you do?

KH– I would convince one of the major streaming services to take a chance on this crime fiction series, but only if Bill Mosley played the part of Steve Rockfish. And since I can’t fail, he’s already contractually obligated to the part. That or make Rob Zombie add a fourth movie to the Firefly Family series.


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See You Next Tuesday

by Ken Harris
July 11 – August 5, 2022
Virtual Book Tour

See You Next Tuesday by Ken Harris


From the Case Files of Steve Rockfish

PI Steve Rockfish’s father loses part of his retirement savings in an online romance scam while partner Jawnie McGee handles the firm’s newest client who spins a tale of alleged spousal infidelity. Rockfish ignores his current case load and becomes fixated on tracking down those responsible for the fraud. Restitution is coming in the form of cash or broken bones. At the same time, Jawnie’s surveillance of the cheating spouse reveals more acts of kindness than sex leading to a client who doesn’t want to believe the good news.

Unbeknownst to the partners, each investigative path leads the partners to the Church of the Universal Nurturing II where the fraud is on a cryptocurrency level. Their new SunCoin is marketed as the only post-rapture currency accepted inside the pearly gates. After all, who wants to show up to the after party with out-turned pockets and not get past Heaven’s paywall?

Church elders court Rockfish and his new-found Hollywood wealth with an old-fashioned honey pot. The danger level ratchets up as Rockfish counters by sending the firm’s two new confidential informants undercover only to find the church’s endgame grift is larger and deadlier than anyone expected.

Praise for See You Next Tuesday:

“Action packed and smartly written.”

Kevin Somers, GoodReads Review

“Harris has created his own sub-genre with this series, which is a beautiful and unique thing to see. Beloved characters must brave the most dangerous, harrowing journey yet. The suspense woven through this tale is done with a finesse rarely seen, and ensures we stay glued to the page.”

Ben Eads, author of Cracked Sky and Hollow Heart

“The second in the Case Files of Steve Rockfish series begins with separate cases involving a cheating husband, a corrupt religious cult, a stockpile of poison gas, and a currency scam. The cases come together in a wild ride worthy of a chase scene in a movie, as the detectives pursue the cult leader in a rip-roaring page turner of an ending.”

Carolyn Geduld, author of Take Me Out The Back and Who Shall Live

“Harris takes you on two journeys you hope will never happen to family members but fear it could. The emotional roller coaster you will ride, keeps you reading and hoping the end comes with a taste of sweet revenge. Harris finds a way to weave a story that keeps you turning the pages and wanting more Rockfish.”

Stephen W. Briggs, author of Family of Killers-Memoirs of an Assassin

Book Details:

Genre: Crime Fiction, Crime Thriller
Published by: Black Rose Writing
Publication Date: July 14th 2022
Number of Pages: 546
ISBN: 1684339898 (ISBN13: 9781684339891)
Series: Case Files of Steve Rockfish, #2
Book Links: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | Goodreads

Read an excerpt:

After a couple of early morning passes for Jawnie to grab a handful of fresh photos, the team backtracked to an abandoned gas station they had passed on the way in. Rockfish parked the van behind the dilapidated building. Jawnie bundled their supplies and they headed out with backpacks bursting at the seams. It would be a two-mile trek to the edge of the woods overseeing Diane’s trailer.

The route would take them along the main road for half a mile and then a diagonal cut across fields littered with large, round hay bales before entering the woods for the rest of the hike. As they veered off the road, Jawnie wanted to pick up the pace so that they weren’t visible to any curious drivers coming down this open stretch of highway. But one glance at her partner told her he was already looking forward to the first rest stop.

They arrived at their vantage point an hour and fifteen minutes later. Rockfish dropped his backpack and took up position on the ground. “Let me sit here for a minute and I’ll be okay, I swear.”

Jawnie slid off her pack and patted Rockfish on the shoulder as she walked over to get a better view of their target. The line of sight was perfect. She could use her telephoto lens and look down into the trailer through a window. They were close enough to watch what went on in the backyard without the help of her camera. The field between them and Diane’s was also littered with the large round hay bales. They’ll provide more than ample cover if I need to get closer for any reason.

“Nice job picking the spot, boss. I hope you live to walk another day.”

“Fucking Bataan Death March had nothing on this hike,” Rockfish said and Jawnie could tell he had yet to catch his breath.

They set up their gear and took turns peering through the camera’s telephoto lens, down onto the property and sometimes straight through the uncovered window. It wasn’t long before Jawnie concluded that the only people at home were Sunny and another woman who she assumed was Diane.

“No sign of Roan unless they’re keeping him in some back bedroom and not letting him out. But all these two are doing is eating cereal and watching television. The View was on. Now it’s turned to The Price is Right.”

“See, now you’re experiencing the glamour side of being a P.I. Not all of it is meeting with Mafia Dons and car chases. I used to love this grunt work, but this old body sure doesn’t want to keep up.”

“Sit tight,” Jawnie said. “You keep providing that wit and wisdom and I’ll take care of the physical stuff. Partners, remember?”

The quiet morning hours slowly turned into an equally uneventful afternoon where Rockfish spent way too long bitching about the Nature Valley pressed cardboard bars that Jawnie had packed for lunch. And she, without hesitation, returned fire.

“If you hadn’t done takeout from the Waffle House this morning, you could have spared us all, and not had to keep making that twenty-minute hike back into the woods every hour on the hour. That stuff isn’t meant for anyone’s stomach, and those cardboard bars are binding. We should all be thankful for that.”

“Maybe it’s the water?”

She looked down at the Dasani bottle at her feet. Yeah, it’s definitely the water and not seventeen grams of pure grease. I’d better change the subject before this goes any further.

“We’re going to want to get one of those trackers on that Jeep down there.”

“Yup, hopefully once it gets dark, we’ll draw straws,” Rockfish said.

“I’m letting you know I’m going to do it. I’m quicker, a smaller visual target and won’t need CPR upon my return.”

Jawnie was into the last hour of her shift on the camera, a little after 2pm, when the back door to the trailer opened. The women emerged and walked across the lawn towards the trampoline. They’re not going to jump on this thing, are they? She watched them crawl through the netting and lay in the center. Now they’re not dressed for sunbathing, not to mention the sun isn’t cooperating this afternoon and it’s freaking mid-April. Jawnie hunched over the camera’s tripod and swung it towards the trampoline. A flash of light caught her attention, and she zoomed in. The flick of a lighter and a hand rolled joint passed between the two. Jawnie wouldn’t need to wait for the cover of darkness when a THC haze would do the trick.

Jawnie turned and waved Rockfish over. “Look at this.”

He glanced through the telephoto lens, and she relayed her plan. Rockfish kept nodding as he agreed. Or is he enjoying the view? I’m going and won’t take no for an answer.

“Okay, no dillydallying. Down and back,” Rockfish said. “Put your phone on vibrate in your back pocket. If it goes off, turn around and head back. That means they’ve moved off the trampoline and I don’t want you taking any chances. You got me? Vibrate equals full stop and start working your way back. No hesitation, get back here, moving from bale to bale to bale.”

“Got it.”

“Come back as careful as you went down. If you hear my voice, then you know shit’s gone sideways. Time to put on your track shoes.”

Jawnie took one of the GPS trackers and carried it in her right hand. She serpentined from one hay bale to the next until she had made her way down to where the field met Diane’s property. Jawnie peeked out around the large bale and could see it was a diagonal sprint, twenty yards to her left, to where the Jeep Wrangler sat in the driveway. She peeked around the other side but could not see past the trailer’s back corner. Back on the left side of the bale, she knew her best shot would be to aim for the passenger side rear wheel. Snap this puppy on and then slide around the back to reassess. Fuck, I hope no one drives down the road at that point.

Jawnie inhaled deeply and took off. If she were wrong and there was a third occupant, who was in the front living room, she’d be fucked before she got halfway. She reached the Jeep in six long strides and the driveway gravel gave way as she slammed on the brakes. Jawnie landed on her ass and popped right back up. She slapped the tracker up into the wheel well and heard the satisfying clunk. She pulled her hand back. Well, it didn’t fall out. That’s a bonus. No buzz from Rockfish yet. Time to press that luck he told me not to. She presumed that if no one had fired a load of buckshot over her head by now, no one was sitting in the living room, looking out over the front yard.

She worked her way around the back end of the Jeep and then forward, along the driver’s side, towards the set of double windows next to the small front porch. Jawnie reached up and stood on her tiptoes to peek inside. The stench of cigarettes hit her senses from the open window before her eyes focused on the inside. A second later, when they did, she wished they hadn’t. The place was a disaster. Domino’s boxes and Big Gulp cups littered any flat surface. And then she saw it. Someone had draped a black leather duster over a wooden chair next to the small dinette.

Fucking B-I-N-G-O was her name-o. A fist pump and a game of hay bale Frogger later, Rockfish claimed she resembled the cat that had eaten the friggin canary and went back for seconds.

“He’s here,” Jawnie stammered. “I mean not right now, but he’s been here, and odds are he’s coming back, if not for the jacket, another round of good times. Raffi and Lynn both mentioned that damn coat.”

“And you saw no one else?”

“No one. When I got back to the field, I stopped behind that first bale and looked back to see if I had missed anything, but you saw that.”

“I did. Now let’s make sure this thing actually works after making the trip.” Rockfish pulled out his cell and opened the tracking app. “Good clean signal,” he said. “I believe we’re in business. I hope someone gets in that Jeep and heads out so we can really test this thing out.”

“Based on the Domino’s delivery boxes piled up, I think the only destination you’ll get off that one is 7/11. Cigarettes and Big Gulps runs.” “Don’t forget the rolling papers,” Rockfish said. He put his fist out and she bumped it. That was her attaboy, and Jawnie couldn’t have been happier.

She sat back on the ground and her heart continued to beat as if it would come through her ribcage. Jawnie tried to relax but had a hard time settling back into the waiting game. The adrenaline rush from that little ten-minute operation was the first on the job, legit high she had experienced. She couldn’t wait for the Jeep to head out for Earl or for him to show up. It didn’t matter whether the action came at dinner or lunch tomorrow. She’d be ready.

Jawnie’s second opportunity came after ten that night before they were ready to call it a day. Rockfish had tracked the headlights as they came down the road and turned into the driveway, sans blinker. An old Chevy pickup pulled in behind the Jeep and backfired before the engine died. The driver quickly climbed the porch steps carrying a twelve pack of beer in his right hand. The small porch light above the door lit Earl Porbeagle in all his glory. Rockfish knew when he saw him. The man could pass for any Kilingess resident, in a tank top and jeans.

An hour passed before the kitchen and living room lights went off, one at a time. A couple of seconds, later Rockfish could see through the telephoto lens a light from a rear window at the back of the trailer had flickered on. It illuminated the far corner of the backyard.

“Hey, I think we’re primed—”

Jawnie was three hay bales deep into the field before Rockfish could tell her it was time.

She followed the same path as before and stopped again at the last bale that separated the field from the property. Her breathing was calmer on this second trip, and she looked around the left side of the hay bale at her target. The porch light lit little more than the small landing and the front half of the Jeep. Darkness smothered the old pickup. Jawnie counted to three and stepped out into the open. She slowed this time as she approached the driveway and didn’t end up on her ass.

Jawnie crouched down at the right rear wheel and reached up the side of the truck to the bed wall. These old trucks had holes on the top of the bedsides, called stake pockets, or so Rockfish claimed. It would be an undetectable spot; he swore on it. She ran her hand along the top of the bed and easily found the first one. Clunk.

Well, I’ll be damned. Old man knows his shit. She turned and bent over, stayed low and sprinted back to the confines of the hay bales.


Excerpt from See You Next Tuesday by Ken Harris. Copyright 2022 by Ken Harris. Reproduced with permission from Ken Harris. All rights reserved.


Author Bio:

Ken Harris

Ken Harris retired from the FBI, after thirty-two years, as a cybersecurity executive. With over three decades writing intelligence products for senior Government officials, Ken provides unique perspectives on the conventional fast-paced crime thriller. He is the author of the “From the Case Files of Steve Rockfish” series. He spends days with his wife Nicolita, and two Labradors, Shady and Chalupa Batman. Evenings are spent playing Walkabout Mini Golf and cheering on Philadelphia sports. Ken firmly believes Pink Floyd, Irish whiskey and a Montecristo cigar are the only muses necessary. He is a native of New Jersey and currently resides in Northern Virginia.

The Pine Barrens Stratagem published on January, 27, 2022. The sequel, See You Next Tuesday published July 14th and the third in the trilogy A Bad Bout of the Yips is coming March 9, 2023.

Catch Up With Ken Harris:
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Instagram – @kenharrisfiction
Twitter – @08025writes
Facebook – @kah623
Twitch – @KenHarrisFiction

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1 Comment

  1. Great interview!
    I am listening to the audio right now and loving it!
    Rafael ‘Raffi’ Perez – YES! I love him! He’s hilarious!
    I am also loving Jawnie – she is my favorite!


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