H-H.E.A.T. NATION LIVE WITH KINGPEN A.S. & THE CIRCLE OF H-H.E.A.T.  

KingPen A.S. decusses this Ghetto Gospel/Street Scriptures imprint, self-publishing his debut novel "Life & Love; The Ultimate Sacrifice, leading the Hip-Hop Elevating Advance Throught Movement, and the future of Moorer House Publishing & Entertainment.

“When the first page turns & the cover shuts one last time, you will appreciate having read this book. Life & Love masterfully threads together the soul of the streets within the young black urban experience. Themes of street life, incarceration, drug abuse, domestic violence, tore family bonds, and unconditional love are addressed throughout this literary jewel.
Many questions and introspective drive Life & Love forward with every page turned. The courage of A. Stephon & Jackquline Moorer to address these complex issues, amongst others. While resisting simplistic answers and keeping you on the edges of each page with drama and humor, distinguishes them & this epic novel for others within the popular genre of urban/street Lit. The reward of reading this interesting semi-autobiographical story is that, love it or not, either way it will have you thinking and talking about it. You may even come away with a little more compassion for the struggles within these streets.”

H-H.E.A.T. MAGAZINE
Reviewed by Dr. Preston T. Yates PhD
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Anthony S.
Life & Love
“The Ultimate Sacrifice”
The novel was an experience for us because it was based on a trying time within our personal lives. 90% of what’s going on in the story is true in one way or the other. Then again this is a novel so the other 10% is more like what would have happen if I didn’t go back to prison when I did.
Throughout the life section of the book I wanted to do more than simply have you mentally visualize Terrell’s life experiences. I wanted to expose you to his thoughts & emotions. I tried to reveal the soul of this young black man. Even if you didn’t agree with him or the choices he makes in life. My goal was to leave you with a sense of understanding.
Toward the end of life & love Terrell discovers a love worth living for. It seems strange at first sight Yolanda isn’t mentioned until the very end of life, but life is written from his perspective, his life chaotic until he had true love which is the moment life ends & love begins with Yolanda’s point of view.






Jackquline Moorer
Life & Love
“The Ultimate Sacrifice”
Before we wrote this book I asked Anthony what kind of story we should tell. He told me, “a story that comes from our souls.” & that’s what we set out to do.
My husband has so much going on through his mind at all times. Sometimes I tell him he thinks to much. From his soul the thoughts of emotions of a black man striving & struggling to find his purpose emerged within the story of Terrell black.
For myself it wasn’t that deep on the intellectual side. I did touch on the domestic violence & the plight of a young black teenage mother within the ghetto, but my main focused was the healing power of true love.
My husband is my best friend next to God. Our love has become the greatest blessing I have ever known. So the story that comes from my soul & brought life into the character, of Yolanda was rooted in her self discovery though unconditional love.
To me, the life part is a little more serious, which is a reflection of just how serious Anthony can be, but I’m not that serious myself. Anthony tells me all the time that as emotional as he is serious of the love part bear witness to that?

Real Love!

My relationship with Terrell had grown into something much more than a friendship. I had fallen in love with this man and he had started to feel the same way about me. We talked more about our future together than anything else. I would be talking to him on my cellular phone while shopping at "Family Dollar" and he would just show up out of nowhere. He would be hugging me and kissing me while we walked through the aisles of the store. He had me feeling like a school girl again and I wanted more and more to be with him whenever we weren’t together.

I had started keeping my pager on me all the time and checking to see if he had paged me. Sometimes I would call him at three in the morning just to hear his voice whenever I couldn't sleep. We had been talking more about sex to find out what each other liked. I knew that I wanted to make love to him, but I was a little afraid of what he would think about my body. I had become insecure about my weight over the years and I didn't want him seeing me naked any time soon.

Claudea had moved to Benton Harbor after Tim got sick and was living with me. She was a big help with the kids and I appreciated my little sister's company. She didn't do much besides go to the clubs every weekend and drink every evening. She didn't have a job and lived off the $1,200 she received every month from daddy's Social Security benefits. She was young though and I prayed that she would grow out of that. I mentioned this, because one day I was telling her and my god-sister Mookie about my fears and concerns about having sex with Terrell.

"Girl, he already knows how you look under your clothes. Whenever he hugs you he feels every roll on your body," Mookie said playfully with a laugh.

"That n*gga likes his women big and sexy anyway. I can look at his fine chocolate butt and tell. You shouldn't be worried about them rolls anyway, instead worry about rolling that fat monkey on his banana," Claudea said, as she exchanged high fives with Mookie.

"I don’t know why I'm even talking to y'all freaks," I jokingly replied and laughed as well. They were right, I shouldn't have been worried, but I still felt the same way about it.

I awoke at one in the morning the next day after having a steamy dream starring me and Terrell. I don't know what made me call so early, but I did. After the third ring, I heard his sexy voice.

"Hello?" he asked, not sounding like he had just woke up at all.

"What's up?" I replied, a little nervous that I had interrupted something.

"Who is this?" he said, still sounding sexy.

"Who you want it to be?" I continued with a more sexy voice. Then he laughed.

"What's up butterfly?" he asked, calling me the pet name he had given me, but then I thought to myself, maybe he calls all his lady friends that.

"Don't butterfly me. I want you to tell me who you're talking to now," I told him with a little sassiness to my tone of voice. He laughed again.

"I know your sexy voice anywhere Yo-Yo." I started to giggle and blush at the same time. "You at the hospital with your brother?"

"No, I'm at home."

"What you doing up so early then?"

"I couldn't sleep," I replied, while wrapping myself under the covers. I could hear R-Kelly playing in the background and that made me think he may have had company over. "What you doing up so early bumping "12-Play?"

"I was in the studio working on some tracks for Conya's CD, but I couldn't think straight with you so heavy on my mind, so I decided to chill in front of the fireplace and read one of Zane's erotic novels for some inspiration." As he talked, my kitty was starting up again.

"Oh yeah?" I asked, while biting down on my lip.

"Yeah," he exhaled more than said.

"What were you thinking about that had me so heavy on your mind?"

"Making love to you," he told me with that extra horny tone to his voice. I had to take a brief pause for the cause as kitty tried to bite. I pet her to calm her down a little.

"That's what I was thinking about too. As a matter of fact, I was dreaming about it and woke up sweating."

"What's stopping us from making our thoughts and dreams a reality?"

"I just don't want to go there with you and mess up our friendship. I'm thirty years old with five kids and you're twenty-five with no kids and your whole life ahead of you. The last thing I need is a sex partner and the last thing you want is a ready made family," I told him, more on a serious note.

"Now, we've been friends for the past few months and we've spent long hours talking in person and on the phone about our hopes, goals, fears, and visions for the future. We shared our history and anything else we could think of. We've been out on dates to movies, walked in the park hand in hand, window shopped at the finest stores, and threw down on that shrimp fried rice up at the All-You-Can-Eat joint." We both laughed about that. "You feel me though butterfly?"

"I feel you," I shyly replied. He was on a roll, so I just let him flow, and I really wanted to hear more.

"You're my best friend Yolanda and if nothing else, the one thing I know for sure is that I'm falling deeply in love with you. It would be a blessing from God if we could be together. I had lost my faith and hopes for a while, but I got it back the day I met you. I'm not looking for a woman to be my sex partner either. I'm not even looking for a girlfriend for that matter. I'm looking for a woman that I can make my wife and spend the rest of my life loving. I see that woman in you butterfly." He paused for a few seconds before he continued. "A ready made family doesn't scare me, because if we're right for one another, everything else will come together. So our friendship wouldn't be messed up by us being together, it can only make us stronger."

The things Terrell was telling me had me blown back. I was feeling what he said, but I had to think maybe he was running game on me. There was a long silent between us as his words sank deeper into my mind and heart. After a while I was believing every word that he had said. This couldn't be some bull, because he really didn't have much to gain besides some kitty cat, which he could have gotten anywhere with his good looks alone. No, Terrell was a real man and he was really feeling me like that. I had to believe he meant every word that came out of his mouth.

"You still there?" he asked after awhile.

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about what you've said," I replied.

"You feeling me?"

"I'm feeling you," I said with a smile on my face. I was feeling a warmth come over my entire body. This man just made me feel so special inside and out!

"Good. Now tell me what it takes to please a woman like yourself," he told me with a deeper, sexy "quiet storm" voice that I loved to hear. As he said that, R-Kelly's "Bump and Grind" started playing in the background......


Ride Or Die!

We made it to Cleveland, Ohio and drove to a warehouse where the large door opened before we drove in. The warehouse was a chop-shop that Victor's nephew Willie ran. They operated a sport cycle retail shop and showroom as a front for the place. Willie was a motorcycle mechanic and a member of the Midnight Ryders motorcycle club, which his father was the head of in Cleveland.

We were led to a small office upstairs where E.J. and Willie were blowing trees. When E.J. saw me he smiled and gave me a hug.
"Tee, I knew you would like your blood down," he told me. He looked at Victor with a wink. "Loyalty runs in our veins. What I tell you brother?"

"I feel you E.J., he saved my a*s too while we was in the joint," Victor told him while giving Willie a play. After they introduced me to Willie, we all set down and chilled while waiting for the word on my connect. The plan was that they would call me once the shipment made it in town.

"It's my fault we got backed up in a corner like this, Tee. I never should have trusted that rat anyway. I knew he was a hoe when he let some Detroit brothas put a bid on his back and left him stinking in there, but my girl begged me to put him on and I got caught slipping. Almost took you down with me," he told me with a sorry look on his face.

"I shouldn't have got you in the game anyway, lil' cuz. Hopefully we can beat this," I said just for moral support, because we all knew he was looking at a little time at least. Before he could even respond, alarms started going off all over the place. I jumped out of my seat as Victor and Willie inched back into the office.

"They raiding!" Victor yelled.

"Follow me and let's get out of here!" Willie said, as he led us to another room and down some back stairs into the showroom, which was filled with sport cycles and other motorcycle parts. "Jump on a bike, it's time to ride!"

The keys were already in the sport cycles as the four of us hopped on a bike. I was on a Ducati 999 Testastretta. Victor was on a Suzuki GSX-RIO 00. E.J. and Willie both jumped on a Kawasaki Ninja ZX-6RS. We put our helmets on tight, because we were in for the ride of our lives.

As Willie pushed the remote that opened the security wall covering the showroom's plate-glass window, we fired the engines up. Once it was up far enough, we were out! We busted through the window with glass flying all around us as we made our exit.

There were squad cars all over the place as we raced down the street and passed them. I thought for sure they were going to gun us down before we made it through, but before they had the chance, we were gone. They just jumped in their cruisers and gave chase.

We were flying through the streets! Bending corners with our knees close to the ground like pros. We trailed one another at top speeds! I had the fastest bike so I decided to pull in front of the pack by flooring it into third gear. Victor was right behind me with E.J. and Willie coming up last. E.J. and Willie was professional tricksters with those bikes though, as we were running from the law, they were also racing each other.

E.J. started clowning with it and sped off, riding on his back wheel for about a block. The next thing I knew he passed us up and tried to run through a busy intersection. He didn't even see the Lil' Debbie truck coming as we watched in horror. The truck hit his dead-on from the side, another car hit the back of the truck as it tried to stop. Star Crunch cakes were flying every where as the back of the truck came open.

The three of us hit our brakes and the bikes hopped on their front wheels almost wanting to dismount us before they set back on both wheels. We looked over at E.J. laying all twisted up on the ground with cakes all around him mixed in his blood. There were no doubts in our mind my little cousin was D.O.A. The sirens weren't far behind us and they were getting louder by the second. There wasn't anything we could do for him, so we fled the scene.

A couple of miles away we pulled into an alley and stopped next to a dumpster. I took off my helmet with tears covering my pain stricken face.

"We should split up now," I told them.

"Damn! Damn! E.J. man!" Victor cried out.

"Man, we gotta get out of here before we get popped," Willie said.

"Just get back to the club and drive the truck home. If the police get at you later, use Mya as your alibi," Victor told me. "You think you can make it home boy?"

"I gotta make it," I replied then replaced my helmet.

"No doubt! Get at me whenever you can," he told me before we separated. I nodded my head and got ghost.

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The Ultimate Sacrifice”
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5 Frequently Asked Questions About Self-Publishing
1. WHAT’S THE FIRST THING I MUST DO IN ORDER TO BECOME A SELF- PUBLISHED AUTHOR?
RESEARCH! STUDY! RESEARCH! AND STUDY SOME MORE! You’re already reading the blueprint, but there’s other books that I would recommend you read. I’ve included 5 of books my favorites for you to look up, but my #1 pick besides the one you’re reading is The Self-Publishing Manual by Dan Poynter {Para Publishing). This book is a classic but make sure you get the latest edition.
2, HOW MUCH WILL IT COST TO PRINT THE BOOK?
If you’re not working with at least $5,000 or more set aside for your printing budget, I would suggest that you look into On-demand publishing. There are many different companies to choose from so resource them carefully then go with the one that meets your needs and offers the services that will help you achieve your self-publishing vision. We self-published our first novel with a non-executive On-Demand publisher and I must tell you that you must be a true hustla if you want to make your book a success, because you’ll be doing most of the promoting yourself. As a self-publisher the On-Demand publisher was useful in the On-line distribution area and making our book available to a major wholesaler and book stores. The retail price is higher and the authors discount is also high, so once we made our book available through the On-Demand publisher we decided to use a book printing company we discovered online that printed our novel at an affordable price for us to sell hand-to-hand and through our mail-order company. Going with a Non-executive On-Demand publisher is very important, because it you go with an executive publisher you must buy your books from them and like I said their prices are high. All together we spent less than $1000 on printing the book and making it available worldwide through the On-Demand publisher.
3. DO I NEED AN EDITOR?
Yes and No. I didn’t use an editor with my first book, Life & Love: The Ultimate Sacrifice. The only reason I didn’t is because I couldn’t afford one and if you’ve read the book you can tell, because it’s not as polished as it could have been. But my story was stronger and most reader could feel it despite, or maybe because of its raw and uncut appeal. People either love my book or hate it, but either way, they talk about it, because it’s real! All that being said, now that I have the money to do it right I’m working with an editor on a revised hardcover edition of the book entitled “Art Imitating Life & Love”. So, if you have the money for an editor then get one.
4. WHO SHOULD DESIGN THE COVER?
I’m a very creative person with an eye for design and a talent in the arts, so I designed most of my cover art and promotional graphics. When you have little to no marking dollars it’s best to make sure your cover it HOT! You want people to see it and say they gotta read it, you feel me? If you can’t draw or don’t have a background in graphic design though, I suggest that you hire a professional artist or graphic designer to put your cover together. Make sure whoever you hire that they understand and feel your story in order to express it on the cover to the fullest.
5. DO I NEED A WEBSITE?
Without a doubt! The internet offers opportunities to fulfill orders online and promote yourself and your book worldwide. You most have your own web-site to guide your fans throughout your world and keep them informed, visit our site at www.moorerhouse.com but “My Space” is my #1 choose to start a web-page because it’s free and easy to design. Plus you’ll find people who are interest in your genre of work. You’ll meet other self-published authors that can give you advice and connect with readers and fans alike. Check out our pages at www.myspace.com/hheatmagazine and www.myspace.com/moorerlifelove

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To all the writers/hustlers that aspire to publish their masterpiece of a book. We hope and pray that this manual will be used as the blueprint and inspiration as you build your independent/self-publishing dynasty.
Three of the most important things needed in order to achieve your entrepreneurial goals are information, passion, and vision. This manual can give you the information, but the passion and vision must already be in you. Hopefully we can give you a little inspiration along the way as well.
Within our personal quest we have gained the information that fuels the passion, which drives our vision. We have used our faith in Christ and Family in order to achieve our personal and business goals. Our success has been rooted in the fact that we are living in full effect by striving for a better quality of life. Our Ghetto Gospel has become our passion and our vision is to impact others in a positive way through our work, publications and products.

  African-Americans are the only group of people without a true culture. We are not apart of the African culture that our ancestors were stripped of and re-educated into our current state of this slave mentality.
Some will disagree with this statement, but my question to you is how do you defined culture as you know it? Have you excepted a slave culture that was forced on your ancestors and systematically passed down to us? If you have, then you are not alone because your culture is the strongest amongst African American people today.
For those of us who rebel and refuse to except this Willie Lynch Culture we have create hip-hop as our culture. Just like the Native Africans come to this country with an African heritage and culture. They have their own language and traditions as do Latinos, Asians, Jews, and so on so forth. Hip-hop represents for us a culture that give us a sense of pride in those who came before us and ambitions to take hip-hop 5 steps forward with every generation that comes after us.
We of the Hip-hop generation have created a culture of our own from the slums and ashes of a slave mentality that has kept us in an inferior state. The hip-hop culture has given us power to grow into a stronger, more conscious community. Now we must use that power for positive change within our community and the world. Most people that don’t understand hip-hop fear it, but it is our goal to enlighten them or at the very least, turn that fear into respect.
Hip-Hop was found on the four elements of DJing, MCing, B-boying and Graffiti. Now we have grown into the corporate worlds of advertising, fashion, film, television, movies and publishing. We are deep into politics protecting our interest along side other power players, at the same time we are the biggest influence within the United Ghetto of America. Hip-Hop inspires hustlas to become entrepreneurs and street thugs into rap superstars and street authors.
We have a multi-billon dollar megaphone in our hands and the whole world is listening. It’s time for us to use hip-hop to meet our young people where they are and lead them to the promised land where hip-hop elevates advanced thoughts. Therefore we are bring the H-H.E.A.T.!
A. Stephon Moorer
Publisher & Visionary

African-Americans are the only group of people without a true culture. We are not apart of the African culture that our ancestors were stripped of and re-educated into our cur 

African-Americans are the only group of people without a true culture. We are not apart of the African culture that our ancestors were stripped of and re-educated into our current s 

African-Americans are the only group of people without a true culture. We are not apart of the African culture that our ancestors were stripped of and re-educated into our current state of this slave mentality.

Some will disagree with this statement, but my question to you is how do you defined culture as you know it? Have you excepted a slave culture that was forced on your ancestors and systematically passed down to us? If you have, then you are not alone because your culture is the strongest amongst African American people today.

For those of us who rebel and refuse to except this Willie Lynch Culture we have create hip-hop as our culture. Just like the Native Africans come to this country with an African heritage and culture. They have their own language and traditions as do Latinos, Asians, Jews, and so on so forth. Hip-hop represents for us a culture that give us a sense of pride in those who came before us and ambitions to take hip-hop 5 steps forward with every generation that comes after us.

We of the Hip-hop generation have created a culture of our own from the slums and ashes of a slave mentality that has kept us in an inferior state. The hip-hop culture has given us power to grow into a stronger, more conscious community. Now we must use that power for positive change within our community and the world. Most people that don’t understand hip-hop fear it, but it is our goal to enlighten them or at the very least, turn that fear into respect.

Hip-Hop was found on the four elements of DJing, MCing, B-boying and Graffiti. Now we have grown into the corporate worlds of advertising, fashion, film, television, movies and publishing. We are deep into politics protecting our interest along side other power players, at the same time we are the biggest influence within the United Ghetto of America. Hip-Hop inspires  hustlas to become entrepreneurs and street thugs into rap superstars and street authors.

We have a multi-billon dollar megaphone in our hands and the whole world is listening. It’s time for us to use hip-hop to meet our young people where they are and lead them to the promisee of this slave mentality.

Some will disagree with this statement, but my question to you is how do you defined culture as you know it? Have you excepted a slave culture that was forced on your ancestors and systematically passed down to us? If you have, then you are not alone because your culture is the strongest amongst African American people today.

For those of us who rebel and refuse to except this Willie Lynch Culture we have create hip-hop as our culture. Just like the Native Africans come to this country with an African heritage and culture. They have their own language and traditions as do Latinos, Asians, Jews, and so on so forth. Hip-hop represents for us a culture that give us a sense of pride in those who came before us and ambitions to take hip-hop 5 steps forward with every generation that comes after us.

We of the Hip-hop generation have created a culture of our own from the slums and ashes of a slave mentality that has kept us in an inferior state. The hip-hop culture has given us power to grow into a stronger, more conscious community. Now we must use that power for positive change within our community and the world. Most people that don’t understand hip-hop fear it, but it is our goal to enlighten them or at the very least, turn that fear into respect.

Hip-Hop was found on the four elements of DJing, MCing, B-boying and Graffiti. Now we have grown into the corporate worlds of advertising, fashion, film, television, movies and publishing. We are deep into politics protecting our interest along side other power players, at the same time we are the biggest influence within the United Ghetto of America. Hip-Hop inspires  hustlas to become entrepreneurs and street thugs into rap superstars and street authors.

We have a multi-billon dollar megaphone in our hands and the whole world is listening. It’s time for us to use hip-hop to meet our young people where they are and lead them to the promised land where hip-hop elevates advanced thoughts. Therefore we are bring the H-HE.A.T.!

A. Stephon Moorer

Publisher & Visionary

 

rent state of this slave mentality.

Some will disagree with this statement, but my question to you is how do you defined culture as you know it? Have you excepted a slave culture that was forced on your ancestors and systematically passed down to us? If you have, then you are not alone because your culture is the strongest amongst African American people today.

For those of us who rebel and refuse to except this Willie Lynch Culture we have create hip-hop as our culture. Just like the Native Africans come to this country with an African heritage and culture. They have their own language and traditions as do Latinos, Asians, Jews, and so on so forth. Hip-hop represents for us a culture that give us a sense of pride in those who came before us and ambitions to take hip-hop 5 steps forward with every generation that comes after us.

We of the Hip-hop generation have created a culture of our own from the slums and ashes of a slave mentality that has kept us in an inferior state. The hip-hop culture has given us power to grow into a stronger, more conscious community. Now we must use that power for positive change within our community and the world. Most people that don’t understand hip-hop fear it, but it is our goal to enlighten them or at the very least, turn that fear into respect.

Hip-Hop was found on the four elements of DJing, MCing, B-boying and Graffiti. Now we have grown into the corporate worlds of advertising, fashion, film, television, movies and publishing. We are deep into politics protecting our interest along side other power players, at the same time we are the biggest influence within the United Ghetto of America. Hip-Hop inspires  hustlas to become entrepreneurs and street thugs into rap superstars and street authors.

We have a multi-billon dollar megaphone in our hands and the whole world is listening. It’s time for us to use hip-hop to meet our young people where they are and lead them to the promised land where hip-hop elevates advanced thoughts. Therefore we are bring the H-HE.A.T.!

A. Stephon Moorer

Publisher & Visionary