Harvest Moon by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #thanksgiving #romance #meganslayer #mlrpress #LGBTQ

Harvest Moon by Megan Slayer MOON (2)

Moon Series, book 2

Also part of the Bleh! Turkey! Series

MLR Press

Contemporary, Paranormal, Holiday

Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex

What’s a guy to do when the time to be with family is the time he dreads the most?


All Matt Green wants for Thanksgiving is to propose to his boyfriend in the most epic way he knows-in front of their families. There’s only one catch. His boyfriend, Reed Jordan, doesn’t do family gatherings. To be honest, Reed isn’t wild about Thanksgiving, but he won’t say why.


Matt’s willing to do anything in order to get Reed to talk, but will it make the holiday perfect or or ruin all of Matt’s plans? The Harvest Moon just might be the right omen to make everything all right.


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©Megan Slayer, 2014, All Rights Reserved


Reed stood at the counter. He’d told his boyfriend he’d be home at three. The way things were looking, he’d be more than an hour late. Damn it.

Beside him, his co-worker, Jagger, rang up a female customer with a little girl. The woman had bought a couple of Thanksgiving books. The brightly colored turkey and leaves on the top book caught Reed’s attention.

Thanksgiving. He didn’t mind giving thanks for the good things in his life. He also didn’t mind the food. What he hated were the gatherings. He wished the need to bring family to one house was not the rule. Maybe he was losing his mind, but he hated the togetherness. He’d been able to dodge the holiday for the last ten years, but since he’d met Matt, he knew he wasn’t going to get around the festivities for much longer. Matt liked family functions and preferred big parties. Reed wasn’t even sure a big family party was possible.

He finished typing out a reply email to the customer in search of an out-of-print book. Thankfully, the store had the book. He sent the customer the expected price and shipping options. He glanced at his watch once more. Less than two days until Thanksgiving. The store would be open on Wednesday, but he wasn’t working. If the customer needed the book, he could wait until Friday.

The last time he and Matt had talked about the holiday, Matt’s sister, Emily and her boyfriend were supposed to be spending the day with them. He could handle that. He liked Matt’s sister and loved her son, Nattie. Still, he wanted a small dinner, not a gigantic situation. He sighed. At least with Em and Matt, he wasn’t going to have to deal with accusations.

“I’m off until Friday morning,” Reed said to Jagger. “If there is a crisis, call me, but try not to have a crisis.”

“That’s the plan.” Jagger grinned. “You can trust us. We won’t let you down. Now go, so Matt doesn’t think you got lost.”


#evernighties 5-30-2019 @meganslayer #gifts #thebest #meganslayer #presents

week 22

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This week’s post involves gifts again. The best gift I’ve ever given to someone else.

Here’s the thing…I don’t know which gifts have touched someone so much they would say it was the best. I’ve tried to give really cool gifts or things I’ve made myself. That’s important. I want the gifts to be unique.

So what’s the best gift I’ve ever given someone else… It would have to be the dog tags I had made for my DH. He wanted to be in the military, but his eyesight isn’t good enough and he had asthma as a child, so he wasn’t permitted to join as a pilot. That stinks, but it happens. I’d gone to our local aviation museum and they will make dog tags for you. Probably a lot like the Smithsonian, but by the time I got to the kiosk, they were done for the day and I never found out. So I had a dog tag made for DH that he could wear with the one that belonged to his grandfather, who served in WWII.

When I gave him the tag, he cried. He put it right on and only takes it off when he’s working with his tools so he doesn’t get it tangled in the tools. \

That would be the best gift I’ve ever given.

What about you? What’s the best gift you’ve ever given anyone else? I’d love to know.

Blogging Challenge 5-29-2019 @meganslayer #characters #lessons #lessonslearnedfrombooks #books


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This week’s challenge involves lessons learned from a book character. Wow. This one… I’ve said others are tough, but this one requires a little thought beyond my knee-jerk answers I’d normally post.

I learned from Leigh Botts, from Dear Mr. Henshaw, to be yourself and not be afraid to get your thoughts and feelings out–even if it’s in the form of a letter.

I learned siblings aren’t terrible and that being yourself isn’t bad, via Peter and Fudgie from Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing. Be true to yourself.

This book has taken a hit lately because it hasn’t aged as well as it might, but Scarlett O’Hara, from Gone with the Wind, showed me you can triumph over anything, if you want it and will work for it. But that you can also not win in the end…but it’s okay. You’ll live.

Dan and Abra showed me bands of roving RVs aren’t always happy-go-lucky old people. In Dr. Sleep, they were eating people alive! Beware the rolling Winnebago!

What about you? What lessons have you learned from books? I’d love to know. I’d love to add those books to my TBR pile. 🙂



Mixing Mike by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #LGBTQ #erotic #romance #zeroohio #smalltownromance

Mixing Mike by Megan Slayer MIKE

Contemporary Erotic Gay Romance

Decadent Publishing

M/M, Anal Sex


Zero, Ohio, where the temperatures might be below freezing but you can always melt the frost with smoking hot sex. 

* * *

For these two men, this record could be the soundtrack to their lives – if they’re willing to mix things up.


Meticulous and organized, air traffic controller Mike Larson has every reason to be wary of mixing his passion for music with love. When Mike’s hunt to complete his Top 100 of the ‘80s list brings him to Vintage Vinyl, a shock of guyliner, dyed hair and flamboyant personality rocks his orderly world. Can he risk a step outside his comfort zone for a chance with Leon?


Flamboyant Leon Sanders uses attitude to keep others at a distance, because he doesn’t believe in love or a lasting relationship. When he turns up the charm at his music store Vintage Vinyl, he makes the best sales. Something about the quiet man beckons Leon to give love a chance, but does he dare mix it up with Mike?






Mixing Mike

Zero, Ohio










What the readers are saying:

“Watching these two flirt and find love was sizzling hot.  They have chemistry that just leaps off the pages of this book.  Pretty sure I have singed fingers now.  I like the idea that opposites really can find love and each brings what the other needs to the relationship. I pick up Ms. Slayer’s works for two reasons, she brings me stories that are original and well thought out and she always makes me fall in love and want more. I know I will be looking for more in the Zero, Ohio series in the future. Bring on the man love!” Redz World – Rated 5 shooting stars



Enjoy the following excerpt for MIXING MIKE:


“Good. You’re still here.” The voice stopped Leon. The people who came to Vintage tended to ask him for help locating special items, but none of them sounded quite like this guy—low and husky.

“I need to find George Benjamin,” the man said.

Leon whipped around, ready to tell the customer to go inside and fill out a special request form at the counter, when he paused. The moment he clapped eyes on the man, the breath wrenched from his body. Tall, blond, muscles—but not built like a brick wall—and green eyes. Holy hell, he loved green eyes.

Although the guy projected a calm, smooth exterior, the way he balled his fists made Leon wonder about his story.

“You’re looking for the Peach Slayers record, aren’t you, baby? It’s their rarest album, but the best music they ever made. Everyone wants a copy, but no one can seem to get their hands on it.” Leon hooked his fingers in his jeans pockets. The chains from his wallet to his belt loops clinked. “I had one and it grew legs. Someone stole it about four months ago, hon, but we might be able to find you something—close.”

“Oh.” Green eyes’ shoulders slumped. Still, the polo shirt wrapped around him like a second skin, giving tantalizing glimpses of the hard body underneath. “Damn. That’s the last one I don’t have.”

His salesman feelers perked. “You’ve got a collection or you just really like the hits of the ’80s, babe? Which one is it?” Leon shifted his weight from his left foot to his right and adjusted his pants to hide the burgeoning erection. God. Looking at a man with green eyes was now all it took to turn him on? What a horn ball. Still, something about the hunk made him want to look twice.

“It’s silly to most people, but I love music. All music. One of my things is to collect every number one album. I’ve got a whole list of the top hits of the 1980s and I’m only missing two.” He clenched and unclenched his fingers, then stuck out his hand. “Think you can help?”

Leon shook his hand. “I might be able to do—something. For a fee.” The guy liked music almost as much as he did and sounded almost as neurotically methodical about collecting records. “You’ve got the old Hot Twenty-Five lists?” A man after his own heart. “Okay, I’ve got to ask. Disc or vinyl? You strike me as the vinyl type, but I’ve been surprised before.”

“Vinyl all the way.” The guy smiled and his eyes twinkled. “I’m Mike.”

“And I am in love.”

@copyright Megan Slayer 2013


Making a Mark by @MeganSlayer #gay #gayromance #romance #sportsromance #erotic #bdsm #bondageromance

Making a Mark by Megan Slayer MARK

Track Domination, book 5

SuperNova Indie Publishing

M/M, BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Bondage, Spanking


Available now!

Opening eyes and hearts, one mark at a time.

The only thing Tate Blauser’s ever wanted to do was race. Motor oil runs through his veins. His wild spirit has kept him from becoming a world class driver. He needs a miracle or he’ll lose his ride with Big R.

Enter Kennedy Crowse. He’s no pushover. The man handles tough drivers and tough submissives with ease. He sees the submissive side of Tate. With a little time, patience and care, the kid could be unstoppable. But there’s one hitch—the rules at Big R forbid staff from dating.

Can these two find a balance between work and play or will bending the rules be the biggest mark on their lives?


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@copyright Megan Slayer 2019

Tate slammed into the corners for the requested two laps, pushing the truck to the limit

before he slowed down and turned onto the pit lane. He cut the power to the engine. Kennedy

stood on the opposite side of the wall, scribbling something onto his clipboard. Tate fiddled with

the connections on his helmet. The quicker he got out of the truck, the sooner he’d get reamed

out by Kennedy. God knew, Floyd lived to berate him.

Better suck it up and take the tongue lashing.

Tate removed his helmet and clutched it to his stomach. “So?”

“You’re really quiet on the radio,” Kennedy said. He didn’t look up. “Have you always

been so reserved?”

“It’s a habit.”

Kennedy stopped writing. His brows knotted, and he stared at Tate. “He really treated

you like shit, didn’t he? I thought maybe the race I’d listened in to was a fluke.” He shook his

head and resumed scrawling on the paper. “Once you locked in and found your rhythm, you were

fine. Laps six to twelve looked great. What were you thinking about?”

Focus. The guy meant business, not anything else. Tate wanted to reply, “you,” but he

doubted Kennedy would appreciate that. “Tearing up the corners.”

Once again, Kennedy stopped writing. He snorted. “Uh-huh. The sandwiches arrived

during your lap thirteen, so why don’t we close things down here and take them to my office?”

He glanced around the track. “Where do they keep this truck? In the garage?”

“In the semi behind you.” Tate pointed in the direction of the massive vehicle. “Doesn’t

make much sense, but they only let me play with the race trucks during the race weekend. I can’t

even test them during test sessions. I have to run this one.”

“Is it set up the same?”

“Hell if I know. Floyd kept me clueless.”

“Jesus.” Kennedy fluttered his hand. “Put the truck away, and we’ll head to the office.

I’ve got a plan for Texas, but it’s going to get bumpy before it gets better. Can you handle a few


Tate grinned. He wanted more than a bumpy ride from the handsome crew chief. He

wanted the man’s hand on his ass and his growl in his ear. For the time being, he’d settle for a

decent working relationship. “Deal.”


Finding Grip by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #hot #bdsmromance #LGBTQ #sportsromance #racing

Finding Grip by Megan Slayer GRIP

Contemporary Racing Romance

SuperNova Indie Publishing

Book four of the Track Domination Series

M/M, Anal Sex, LGBT, BDSM, Spanking, Rope Play, Toys


A crew chief always accepts a challenge, especially if it means finding grip.

Corey Blauser loves his life. The truck team he heads, with Ethan driving, is starting to make gains on the track. He’s got his house and his car. What more could a man want? Hot sex and hotter hot man to share his bed. Corey always thought of himself as a loner, but the representative from his team’s main sponsor is making him rethink everything.

Loren Gray never expected to find anything at the track other than the scent of burnt rubber and the roar of the crowd. He’s just there to get his company, Taps Beer, more exposure. But he’s finding plenty of exposure where he never expected—with Corey. Can Loren stay objective with Taps and accept what he wants from Corey or will his plans fall apart? It’s all about finding grip.



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©MeganSlayer 2019, All Rights Reserved

Corey checked the figures on his tablet one more time. Everything seemed to be up to standards. Ethan’s practice times looked good, and he’d driven two great qualifying laps. Starting fourth helped keep them in the top twenty in driver’s points for the time being. Ethan’s work during qualifying also looked good for the wandering horde from Taps. At least, the covering on the truck looked awesome. The brewery logo, a full stein and lots of suds with the word Taps in the bubbles, was splashed across the hood.

He whispered a prayer that Ethan would continue to slow down and use his head on the track. “Just a little more patience, and we’ve got these things in the bag.” Corey sighed then opened his eyes. The frustration, the stress all melted away. For a moment, he had peace. “Let’s race.”

Voices caught Corey’s attention. When he glanced out at the midway, his tension returned. Ethan strolled over to the garage bay with the group of employees from Taps in tow. Instead of his normal firesuit, he wore a polo shirt and regular jeans. If Corey didn’t know better, he’d have thought Ethan worked as a publicist, not a driver.

Ethan flashed his winning smile. “This is my crew chief, Corey Blauser. Without him, I’d probably still be wrecking trucks. We have a strange way of understanding each other, even when we aren’t real thrilled with each other.”

Corey tucked the tablet under his arm. “Ethan can be a real handful.”

“Don’t you know it.” Ethan winked then waved to the group. “Let’s check out the hauler.”

As the knot of people wandered away, following Ethan, Loren stepped out of the crowd. “Good time?”

“Always a good time at the track. We race in about two hours. The driver meeting went well, and we’re set to conquer Vegas.” Corey hooked his thumb in his pocket and gripped the table in his free hand. “Ethan seems to be eating up the attention. He’s a ham.”

“He’s doing well for us. Better than Harlan expected.” Loren shrugged. “His attitude up to a few months ago had us worried.”

“He came around.” Corey hated small talk. He strolled to the rear end of the truck and surveyed the people bustling up and down the midway. “And you? Having a good time showing the brewery’s best and brightest around?”

“It’s a living.” Loren stood beside Corey. “I hate promo parties like this.”

“Why?” Corey shifted his gaze to Loren. Did he hate crowds, too? Couldn’t be. “You’re the center of attention. That’s pretty cool.” Not really.

“I hate it. Having people stare at me always churns my stomach. I feel like I’m under the gun to be cool or funny. Then the brass shows up. They expect me to kiss ass and play nice with them. Do as I’m told. I hate ass kissing.”

“Gotta be the dominant? Or are you a rebel?”

Loren crooked one eyebrow. “Sometimes.” He lowered his voice to a gravelly whisper. “I actually prefer to switch up my roles in the bedroom. Top, bottom… I’m good.”

“You were good, yeah.”


Drive My Car by @meganslayer #gay #gayromance #LGBTQ #romance #hot

Drive My Car by Megan Slayer CAR

Pride Publishing



M/M, BDSM, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Bondage


Can the one being led, do the leading?

Miles Hornish has seen it all—men, women, ménages…but none of them make the grade. No, this self-made real estate magnate wants one person to share his wealth, his bed and his platinum handcuffs. No one seems to fit the bill—except his limo driver, Fynn. But Miles has issues in his past. Will Fynn be enough to help Miles overcome his past?

Fynn Gold likes his job chauffeuring Miles. What’s not to love? Witnessing encounters in the back of the limo and being the one person Miles can trust…it’s a dream job. Except Fynn wants more with Miles than endless miles on the road. He wants to be the only person in those shiny handcuffs. Can Fynn convince Miles he’s ready to be more than just a driver?

Sometimes it takes the right pairing to make love work out right.


Reader Advisory: This book includes the use of sex toys, anal sex, BDSM play and a flogger or two.


Available at Pride Publishing: https://www.pride-publishing.com/index.php?route=product/product&product_id=2401 








And a Hot Excerpt:


“I think I’d like to ride up front this time.” Miles slid forward and emerged from the back seat. “You ride up there all alone. Might as well keep you company for a change.” He opened the passenger door and plopped down on the seat.

Stunned, Fynn shut the back seat door and scurried around the back of the vehicle. Something wasn’t right. Miles never sat up front. Hell, Miles never said much more than directions to where he wanted to go and to ask about the weather.

Fynn opened the driver’s side door and sat down behind the wheel. “Where would you like to go, Sir?”

“Home, Gold. I’d like to go home.”

Miles clicked the seatbelt into place and noticed the item on the front seat. Ah, so that’s what Fynn does when he’s waiting. Miles touched the worn edge of the leather cover. Here I thought he watched me.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Fynn grabbed the iPad and opened the glove box. “I shouldn’t have had that out.”

“Why?” Miles turned in his seat to watch Fynn move. The younger man’s hands trembled. The aura of control slipped, revealing the truer Fynn.

“I’m protecting you when you’re out, not reading the latest by Cash Norman.” Fynn put the car into gear and edged out into the flow of traffic.

Miles focused on Fynn. He wasn’t about to let anyone see into his secret fear. No fucking way. Being in the front seat of the car sent shudders through his body. Instead of closing his eyes, he studied Fynn’s profile. If he closed his eyes, he’d see the accident again. Damn it, he’d relived the crash so many times in his brain, he wanted the whole thing to fizzle away.

Fynn sped around a corner and pitched Miles sideways in his seat. The move squashed him tight against Fynn’s shoulder. “Oh my God. I’m sorry.” Fynn gripped the steering wheel. “The traffic’s bad for this time of night. A ballgame must be letting out.” He came to a stop at the traffic light. “I’ll go a little slower.”

“It’s fine, Gold.” What a freaking great way to come on to a guy! Miles bit down hard on the tip of his tongue. So many other things popped up in his brain. I enjoyed leaning on you. Nice, but the sentiment sounded goofy. How about you take another corner that fast so I can stay tucked against you? Oh brother. Mind if I practically sit in your lap because riding in the front seat reminds me of the car crash that killed my first lover? He’d rather eat live bait.

Miles could almost hear his former lover laughing. God, Hornish. You’re a confident real estate mogul and a Dominant. Stop being a fucking pansy. Make a move or shut the fuck up.

Except he hadn’t said much at all.

“Gold, do you mind if I call you Fynn?” Miles balled his fists to keep the trembling at bay. From the ride or because he’d ventured into a new area of his relationship with Fynn? He wasn’t sure.

“Uh, that’s fine, Sir.” Fynn kept his gaze forward and his grip tight on the wheel. “You can call me whatever you’d like.” He maneuvered the car off the freeway and headed down the city streets to Miles’ mansion. The other mansions and estates twinkled in the bright moonlight. Splashes of color from the landscape lighting offset the pale hues from the moon.

Miles’ thoughts turned from the scenery to Fynn. Had Fynn watched him masturbate? Miles snorted. He sure as hell hoped Fynn had seen the show. The girls did nothing for him. Even Galen, his one-time fling, hadn’t set his pulse racing. No, only the sexy man behind the polished shades seemed to give him wood.

Within moments, Fynn drove down the tree-lined lane leading to Miles’ house. He stopped the car beside the main steps. “Home, Sir.”

“Thanks, Fynn.” Miles placed his hand on Fynn’s. “Come inside with me.”

Copyright Megan Slayer 2013

Everything He Wants by @MeganSlayer #gay #gayromance #LGBTQ #romance #hot #contemporary #hotread

Everything He Wants by Megan Slayer EVERYTHING

1Night Stand

Contemporary LGBTQ Short Story

M/M, Anal Sex, Masturbation

Trace has almost everything he wants—a great job and a well-ordered life, but he’s ready for more—the right guy to share it with. A chance meeting after a hockey game with the man of his dreams spurs him on to turn to the one source he knows will help him out—Madame Eve’s 1Night Stand service.


Jeremy can’t forget the difficult childhood and subsequent bad decisions he made while trying to forget it. He wants the gorgeous air traffic controller, but he’s afraid his past will get in the way like it always does. If all Madame Eve can give them is one night…he’ll take it.


With Eve’s help, can the men forge the relationship they both want, or will they crash and burn?







Everything He Wants

1Night Stand



Available at: http://decadentpublishing.com/everything-he-wants-1night-stand/







Enjoy the following excerpt for EVERYTHING HE WANTS:


Jeremy sat in the back seat of the cab and swayed forward as it came to a quick stop opposite Club Ramrod. What a crazy name for a club. Then again, what a crazy place to meet his date. He checked the messages on his phone one more time. Sure enough, the same email from Madame Eve popped up.

Your date awaits you at Club Ramrod, located next to the Mason Players Club Hotel. Look for yellow by the bar and you will find your heart’s delight. Tell the bouncer Eve sent you.

He sighed and paid the driver with a shaky hand. His mind wouldn’t stop racing. What the hell did I get myself into? Sure, the club scene worked for him, but he hated the grind. Hated the clawing bodies and hangers-on. Crossing the street, he took his place in line. Maybe no one would recognize him. Finally reaching the club entrance, he dropped Madame Eve’s name to the bouncer.

The hulking man nodded and shuffled him to the bar. “Don’t cause a fight.”

Don’t cause a fight? Did he look like the type to cause trouble? Well, I did change my hair from green to blue tips. Jeremy snorted. Whatever. He scanned the crowd in the massive black and white bar. Men talked and laughed, some cuddled each other or sat on each other’s laps. At the far end, he spotted a flash of yellow. His heart pounded faster and his mouth went bone-dry.

“No way,” he murmured, nibbling on his lip piercing.

Trace Robeson, the man who featured in every one of his naughty fantasies, clutched a beer and hooked his thumb in his jeans front pocket. The man oozed classy sex. A faded T-shirt cradled his body like a second skin, giving teasing glimpses at the chiseled flesh underneath. His ripped jeans cupped and outlined his package and showed off his natural tan to a T.

Jeremy wobbled on his feet and thanked the gods, or Madame Eve, or whoever, for granting him his wish, and strode across the club. Making eye contact with Trace, he grinned.

“Hey, man. Good seeing you here.” Trace offered his hand.

“Yeah. It’s nice to see a friendly face.” Jeremy gestured the bartender for a beer. “I’m here to meet my destiny.”

“Are you….” Trace didn’t finish.

“Your date?” Jeremy replied. “I’m looking for a man in yellow. Don’t see too many others rocking that color, so….” Christ, he sounded so lame.

“I was told my date would find me.” Trace matched his smile. “Want to dance?”




#evernighties 5-23-2019 @meganslayer #gifts #thebest #meganslayer #presents

week 21

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This week’s post concerns the best gift I’ve ever been given. Well… this one is a tough one. Aren’t you getting tired of me saying that? Haha.

So the best gift I’ve ever been given has to be the orange cat my husband gave me about fifteen years ago. Unfortunately, I don’t have the orange baby any longer. He lived a nice, long life of almost fourteen years. I miss him every day. But I have to say he’d be the best gift ever.


When I was a kid, I had an orange cat. Now, my mother will say he was her cat and he probably was, but I rather liked this cat. Okay, I loved this cat. Unfortunately, he passed away and when he did, I was the one who found him. It scarred me. Ever since then, I wanted to adopt another orange kitty.

Fast forward a few years…I’m an adult and I’ve had two gray tabbies. At the time, I had one of the two. The older one passed away from kidney failure. So I’m at the local grocery store and I see this flyer for two orange kittens in need of a home. Now, I’m taken by these sweet babies. I head home and beg the husband to adopt one. What I didn’t know was he worked with the woman who’d posted the flyer. She had both babies. Because he knew I wanted one, he picked the one with the crooked tail (it had been broken at some point and even though it took a left turn and could make a U-turn, it still moved and he {the cat} whipped that tail around). He brought the orange baby home and surprised me with it. I was smitten from the first.

I don’t suggest giving pets as gifts. Unless you know the animal will be cared for, just don’t. In this case, he knew I wouldn’t turn down any animal, much less an orange baby. The orange baby was my baby, my shadow, my sidepiece, my writing partner… I miss him very much.


#adoptdontshop #rescuecats #rescuekitties #kitties

Blogging Challenge @meganslayer #bookstomovies #movies #favorites #longandshortreviews #meganslayer


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This week’s post concerns books that were turned into movies. Like last week, I have a list. This is kind of tough and kind of not because there have been a lot of books I didn’t know were turned into movies and a few movies I had no idea were books to start with. So here we go.

The Marvel Universe – this one’s easy. It’s the comic books. I love that they’ve strayed some, but have been faithful in others. Honestly, I love that it’s gotten people to read comics again.

Superman – I mean the first one with Christopher Reeve. When I saw this movie as a kid, I was befuddled as to how he could fly. I was five. It was cool.

To Kill a Mockingbird – yes. It’s just rad and Gregory Peck. That’s all I’m saying.

The Hate U Give – I had no idea this was a book first. I didn’t. I guess I live under a rock. But both are…yeah…rad and thought provoking.

Forrest Gump – I struggled through the book, but I loved the movie. I can’t hear the Feather Theme without crying.

Warm Bodies – Zombies!! Okay, again I didn’t know this was a book first, but the book is better IMHO.

Romeo and Juliet – the version with DiCaprio. I loved it.

Interview with the VampireAnne Rice. Boom.

The Outsiders – and to think, a teen wrote it. I love this book and the movie. Do it for Johnny!

Last but not least…my favorite movie of all time, but a weird book, Field of Dreams. The book is titled Shoeless Joe.

If you build it, he will come. With lines like these, you can’t go wrong.

Archie Graham: We just don’t recognize life’s most significant moments while they’re happening. Back then I thought, “Well, there’ll be other days”. I didn’t realize that that was the only day.

This speech:

Dr. Archibald “Moonlight” Graham: Well, you know I… I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn’t. That’s what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases – stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That’s my wish, Ray Kinsella. That’s my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?