Welcome to the very first edition of my new feature, Friday Friends. My guest is author Joe DiBari. Today we’ll be featuring his newest release, Beyond Centerfield. A fantasy, time travel, sports romance all bundled in one great package!
About the Book
Joe Able is no freak. He’s a damn good athlete that uses his mind to make up for his physical shortcomings. Joe is competitive, but he parties a little too much. Able loves the ladies. He lives to satisfy them. He’s a streetwise, charismatic high school teacher that grew up and still works in New York.
One evening he got drunk, as many teachers do on the brink of their summer vacation. He gets roped into playing a video game in a neighborhood bar just as the establishment is about to close. He loses the game and wakes up in a weird hotel room.
The sounds, smells and sights tell him he’s not home anymore. He must quickly adjust to his new world. In this new/old time, he’s the shortstop for the nineteenth century Philadelphia Quakers. Joe gets along pretty well and is comfortable in his new skin. He adapts easily to his new star persona. It’s not difficult since he’s played college and pro-ball. But then he meets her and Joe’s journey really begins.
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Read an Excerpt
I woke up drunk again. The carousel of my dizziness seemed eerily different this time. Both my hands really fucking hurt. The weird squeaking of the bed was a little unsettling.
Jägermeister, never again. People always say that when in this situation. Hung over, still drunk. Never again, until the next time.
Where am I? This isn’t even my bedroom.
What’s with these clothes?
It smells like mothballs in here.
I stumbled to the mirror, brushed the hair away from my eyes and had a surrealistic awakening. At first, I thought it was an absurd picture of Joseph Stalin with the thick black hair and big handlebar mustache, but when I twitched, I realized that the guy in the mirror was me. I had very calm brown eyes, a little bloodshot, but made they me feel comfortable. I had a straight, symmetric, thin nose that was obviously protected during fisticuffs. I noted an oblong face with an angular chin. My eyebrows were thick but not bushy.
I checked my cell phone and it read no service. It was fully charged but alas, no bars. I took a selfie for posterity. I tried to recall the course of events from the previous night. I sort of remember taking a cab home after losing a video game and buying drinks. Way too many drinks.
What was that clippity-clop from outside? I peeled away the heavy red velvet curtains that appeared as if someone had stolen them from a Nevada brothel. A horse and carriage, what were they doing in the Bronx? I don’t live anywhere near Central Park.
The gray buildings were all so small. The streets were paved in cobblestone and festooned with black iron gaslights. The silence was broken by three distinct loud bangs on the door.
“Smokey, you alive?” came a voice in an Irish accent. It was very confusing, since my name is Joe.
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About the Author
Joe began writing at a young age. He was constantly told he could not do it. He was first published in an Anthology for Teachers in the late 80’s. He started to write greeting cards for family and friends. Under their encouragement, he submitted poems to various magazines. Joe has been published in a variety of periodicals. The first book of “The Beyond” series has been very successful. His books inform, entertain and tease. In the words of Hope Elizabeth Fidi, “I shall never disappoint.”
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It was a pleasure hosting Joe as this Friday’s guest author. Please come back again every Friday for more books from my wonderful friends!