What is the best advice and worst advice you ever received as a child?
KT: Follow your dreams
What do you think is the most important thing to teach our children these days?
KT: Hard work goes a long way.
What is the type of food you would prepare for a football party at your house?
KT: Spinach Dip and Barbecue chicken
Where do you go when you are frustrated, upset or just cranky?
KT: home in my bed
If there was a television show that someone would make you watch as torture, what would it be and why?
KT: Jersey Shore
If you could go back in time for a year, what time periodwould you visit and why?
KT: 1970's when everything was cheaper...
What do you think is the biggest misconception people have about you?
KT: I make a ton of money writing books
What books have you read lately?
KT: A four book baseball series by Kate Angell, It had to be you!
What books are on your keeper shelf?
KT: It had to be you, Susan Elizabeth phillips, Total Access, Pamela Britton.
What is the silliest article you have ever written for the newspaper?
KT: a dart tournament
Why do you think sports and romance go hand in hand?
KT: Absolutely. Athletes and cheerleaders, rich athlete-regular woman both go hand in hand.
Do you prefer?
~Beach or Pool?
~Fishing or Golf?
KT: Neither, but I'd eat the fish
~To eat…Gator or Rattlesnake?
Here's a Blurb and Excerpt of Songs From the Heart, which comes out today at Rebel Ink Press:
Blurb: Singer Chris Ivory was ready to retire from the music business. He was half of the R&B duo "Ebony and Ivory" that produced six number one hits in the 1980's. Now reduced to playing in front of 300 at Casino Lounges, Chris decided to retire. He leaves the United
States and heads to Saint-Martin, falling in love with a French woman named Adele Charpentier. Will she returns those feelings or leave him singing to himself?
Chris placed his suitcase in the closet and stepped into the bathroom, where a glassed door shower and heart-shaped tub awaited him. He headed into the huge kitchen, which had a silver refrigerator, long white table and door to reach the patio. The terrace had a shaded seating sun-deck with a large barbeque gazebo, table and pool that cascaded into a spa that provided a picturesque view of the entire island. He sat down and enjoyed the mild breeze ruffle through his body. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the scenic view of Saint-Martin's French side. “I think I'm going to love it here.”
“I'm so tired.” The four long trip left Chris exhausted and with an empty stomach. With his body slumped in the lounge chair, he suppressed a heavy yawn. “I'm going to eat in
tonight.” He got up slowly and walked inside. In the living room, he hit zero on the phone.
The woman revealed part of her identity. “Front desk, Adele can I help
Chris' heart warmed over her voice. “Yes, Adele, you can help me. I need some food brought to me.”
“Most of our food's French,” Adele said. “Do you have a preference?”
“I'll eat anything, just as long as you bring it to me,” Chris said.
He heard mumbling on the other end. “Is there a rule you can't bring my plate to me?”
“That's not my job; I work the front desk,” Adele responded in a mean tone. “We have people who do that, you know.”
Her demeanor stunned him. “I'm not asking for too much; just bring me some food to my room.”
“Okay I'll do it,” Adele said. “I'll do it before I get off, in about thirty minutes.”
"Thank you,” Chris said. He rubbed his hands together and would get a full glimpse of Adele's body.
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