Me and Mr. Jones

Good morning!
            Didn't think about this until I was watching a documentary on Roy Jones Jr., a former world champion boxer during my years covering pro boxing at The Biloxi (Miss.) Sun Herald. (Unfortunately, we're not related).
            The Pensacola, Fla. native won world titles at middleweight, super middleweight, light heavyweight and heavyweight. I had the distinct honor of covering him winning in all four of those divisions. It's something only a handful of boxers had done.
             Since we share the same last name and born in the same year (1969), I stacked my writing career next to his resume.
              I've been successful writing for three different mediums: newspaper, magazine and E-books.  Several E-books and magazines were both best-sellers, the Sun Herald won a Pulitzer in 2006.
              Guess that makes me a triple-crown champion, but there's something else I want to do: screenwriting. If I can add that to the resume, all of my writing goals would've been reached and I'd be a four time champion.
            

Diamonds and Pearls

Good evening:
Here's my latest release at Splice Publishing, Diamonds and Pearls, now available at Barnes and Noble.com: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/kt-bishop?store=allproducts&keyword=kt+bishop

Excerpt:

Confidence pierced Julian's soul as he raced onto the artificial turf at Roberto Clemente Stadium. He blew a kiss to Edeline in the press box, back flipped and walked into centerfield. The crowd roared loudly.

The scrimmage began when Julian snagged a fly ball deep centerfield after a batter tripled. He hummed a throw that hurled over the second baseman’s head and landed at home plate to get the runner out. “That should impress them.”
The crowd erupted a second time.
“Holy shit,” Gomez said.
After the three inning scrimmage, Gomez chatted with Julian.“If you don't watch it, you're going to make this team.”
“You hadn't seen nothing yet,” Julian boasted. He gulped down a large bottle of ice-cold water and poured the rest over his perspired body.
Out of nowhere, Edeline appeared at the dugout and approached Julian. “You were pretty good out there.”
“Thank you,” Julian said under a blush. His heart thumped into his chest over her beautiful image.
Edeline unexpectedly asked him out. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?”
His mouth fell open, but nothing came out. He only gazed at her beautiful green eyes and long black hair.
“You're one of those guys,” Edeline said.
“What do you mean?” Julian said.
“Guys are supposed to do the asking,” Edeline said.
Julian's cheeks were flagged with anger. “I've been through a lot to get here. I'd love to be with you, but no head games. I'm trying to make a baseball team here.”

 

Also available at http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Diamonds-and-Pearls/book-5NS3gpUXXk-lxH3kZ8Ud2A/page1.html?s=z9Xi0_yBJ0OTj6aawxUF6A&r=1; http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/500666

 

Happy Holidays

 

KT Bishop- www.kenibird.blogspot.com

Strangers in Love

       Good evening:
               My second E-book, Strangers in Love, with Splice Publishing was released over the weekend. It's the second book of the San Antonio Stampede series and revolves around a former Sportswriter meeting a waitress on the way to San Antonio.

Excerpt:

Kerry purposely ate his lunch at a slow pace to wait until Lou Ann’s shift was completed. Between bites, his eyes locked in on the beautiful waitress. His cock remained swollen and twitched in his pants. “I’d love to get her in the sack.”

Lou Ann cocked her dark right eyebrow at him as she dropped a second plate onto the table. Her right hand rubbed the back of his neck and he shivered. “How’s my favorite customer doing?”

“Stuffed, I can’t eat a second plate,” Kerry admitted. He just digested a mouthful of food.

She smiled contentedly. “I’ll bring you a to-go box along with my food for later this evening.”

He smiled at her. “Aren’t we getting ahead of ourselves, we just met.”

“I feel safe with you,” Lou Ann said confidently.

“I’m just breezing through town on the way to Texas,” Kerry said.

Her hand rubbed the top of his head, causing him to tremble. “You can leave in the morning, what’s the big deal?”

“I’ve got a job waiting for me in San Antonio,” Kerry said. “I need to get my condo ready.”

“I’d love to hear about your job later,” Lou Ann said. She left his table and returned to the front. “I’ll be back.”

Once Lou Anna departed, Kerry finished his first plate and exhaled unevenly. The only thing left on the plate was cleaned chicken and rib bones. “I may not eat again until tomorrow.” His eyes drooped and yawned heavily.

He handed her a ten and five dollar bills.

Annoyed, her face wrinkled into a scowl. “This only covers the food, what about the tip?”

His right hand cupped her chin. “Your tip depends on how you perform later.”

“Now look who’s jumping the gun,” Lou Anna said candidly.

 

Here's the buy links: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/490418; http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/Strangers-in-Love/book-ZX9rtW7vGUmD0z04iWU_uA/page1.html?s=o4oYYTdCvEqXFui-DFt48A&r=1; http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/strangers-in-love-kt-bishop/1120690675?ean=2940046389425.

Happy Veterans Day!

Cooking Alabama Gumbo

Good morning:

 I'm pleased to announce the release of my first book at Splice Publishing, Alabama Gumbo. Barnes and Noble.com and Smashwords.com are among the places where it's currently available (I'll post the buy links later).
 Alabama Gumbo's subject line is near and dear to my heart. It just took me a while to get into writing the book and I can't thank Splice enough for giving me the opportunity.
 Here's an excerpt:

The Future Business Leaders of America’s convention at the Peachtree Hotel in Atlanta provided the backdrop for an unlikely reunion between Teia and Chase.

In the lobby, Teia bumped shoulders with a large man.“Excuse me.” Her head tilted up and it was a familiar face. Her eyes melted at the handsome man with a face full of stubble in a Crimson jumpsuit. “If it isn’t Chase Streeter, the great Alabama quarterback.”

“Hello Teia,” Chase said coolly. He extended his right hand and she shook it.

Teia apologized for her actions at the Sugar Bowl. “I was wrong to act like an ass at the presentation.”

Chase shrugged his shoulders. “No big deal. The only thing I felt that night was the loss, not you.”

“I really felt bad about it,” Teia confessed. She wiggled in her long black spandex, bit her lower lip to stifle a moan and control her emotions.

“Forget about it,” Chase said.

His arms crossed, Chase changed the subject. “I remember you being in the centerfold of Athlon’s college football magazine, pages forty-seven and forty-eight.”

 

Buy links: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/486565; http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/alabama-gumbo-kt-bishop/1120627337?ean=2940046361339; http://store.kobobooks.com/en-CA/ebook/alabama-gumbo

 

Enjoy the rest of your week.

www.kenibird.blogspot.com.

Welcome to Splice Publishing!

Good morning.  I've recently found a new home for my E-books, a company called Splice Publishing.
I love their statement: Splice was born out of a need for a dependable, professional e-publishing option that caters to both new and seasoned authors.
The first release will be Alabama Gumbo. A University of Alabama quarterback must juggle love with a rival and the high demands of playing football at the greatest program ever assembled (Ok, that last part is my opinion).
I look forward to a great relationship with Splice and learning more about the trade.

A bouquet of Black Roses

I apologize for my absence during most of the summer. It's been one of the toughest summers I've endured in years.
For the second straight year, I've managed to lose a publishing company.
First, it was Rebel Ink Press releasing my book rights back to me. The relationship lasted two years and they were professional enough to give me my book backs.
I'm sure all of you know about the horrific collapse by Red Rose Publishing. I'm not going into any more details, but the betrayal was harsh and still stings to this day. I was with RRP since 2008 until the bankruptcy.
The loophole states that our book rights are reverted back to us in the event of a website going down. But us RRP authors would love to see it in writing, because another publisher wants that as well.
If there's a bright spot, my unpublished stuff at Red Rose is good to go.
I've sent a few books out to different publishers, and been rejected by all three. Guess the only thing I can do is keep trying.

NUMBERS NEVER LIE!

While going down memory lane on a trip to Tuscaloosa, I realized a lot of key moments happened with the year ending in four.
1974: I learned how to read and write. (In those days, we didn't have Pre-school or Kindergarten from the Alabama School System).  That year, Happy Days debuted. The Fonz stayed with me all the way through Junior High in 1984.

1984: I entered Holt High School as a freshman and the Cosby Show debuted. I lost my way as a student the previous year, but thanks to Dr. Huxtable, I regained my momentum and graduated with honors from Stillman College in 1992, the year the Cosby Show ended.
1994: The last year my entire family was together. My mother died the following year, my uncle a month later and my grandmother put into a nursing home (She died in 1997).  Worldwide, it was the year we all saw O.J. Simpson riding inside a White Bronco on a California highway.
2004: Hurricane Ivan destroyed all of my college and high school memorabilia in Pensacola, Florida. On a world wide basis, America mistakenly re-elected George W. Bush as President. (He looked really bad during Hurricane Katrina).
It's still too early to see what 2014 will bring. Hopefully, someone will pick up the screenplay.

Enjoy the last few days of spring.....