Friday, September 18, 2020

πŸ“˜πŸŽ₯Friday's Film AdaptationπŸŽ₯πŸ“˜: It's Good to be Alive by Roy Campanella


Summary:
Three-time winner of the National League’s Most Valuable Player award, Roy Campanella was catcher for the Brooklyn (soon to be Los Angeles) Dodgers in January 1958, when a car accident left him permanently paralyzed. It’s Good to Be Alive describes his determination to rally from helplessness and help other quadriplegics. It looks back to a famous career and to a childhood on the sandlots of Philadelphia.





The struggles of former Brooklyn Dodger catcher Roy Campanella to adapt to life in a wheelchair following his crippling automobile accident in 1958.

Release Date: February 22, 1974
Release Time: 100 minutes

Cast:
Paul Winfield as Roy Campanella
Louis Gossett Jr. as Sam Brockington
Ruby Dee as Ruthe Campanella
Ramon Bieri as Walter O'Malley
Joe De Santis as Roy Campanella's father
Ty Henderson as David Campanella
Ketty Lester as Roy Campanella's mother
Julian Burton as Dr. Rusk
Lloyd Gough as Surgeon
Eric Woods as Roy Campanella as a Boy
Len Lesser as Man at Accident

Author Bio:
Roy Campanella Obituary from Ebony magaize August 1993:
Roy "Campy" Campanella, perhaps the greatest all-around catcher to play the game of baseball, died (June 26, 1993) recently in Los Angeles of an apparent heart attack at the age of 71.

There's a saying about Dodgers baseball players: "They bleed Dodgers Blue" and Campanella was one of the greatest Dodgers of them all. Flags at Dodgers Stadium flew at half staff during the game between the Dodgers and the Chicago Cubs in memory of their fallen comrade. The score-board flashed highlights of his brilliant career to a recording of Louis Armstrong's What A Wonderful World.

Campanella, one of the fabled "Boys Of Summer," had his brilliant career cut short in 1958 when he was left paralyzed from the chest down after a car crash. He spent the remaining 35 years of his life in a wheelchair. Despite his debilitating injuries, Campanella endured to become an uplifting role model and a source of inspiration for younger players in the capacity as a special instructor of young catchers for the Dodgers. He was inducted into the Hall of Fame in Cooperstown, N.Y., in 1969.

"Now he won't be suffering anymore," noted Dodgers manager Tommy Lasorda. "I loved Roy Campanella, I loved him like a brother. I'm going to miss him very much."

Son of a Black mother and a father of Italian descent, Campanella was born Nov. 19, 1921 in Philadelphia. He began playing professional ball at age 15.

Campanella was cut from the cloth of Negro League legends and blossomed in the major leagues with the Brooklyn Dodgers from 1948 to 1958. An awesome slugger with flawless fielding skills, Campanella quickly became a star in the major leagues.

Manager Says Campy' Was A Great Human Being.

He was named Most Valuable Player three times in 1951, 1953 and 1955 and was instrumental to numerous Dodgers successes. His powerful throwing arm and ability to handle pitchers became his trademark.

Former Jet sports editor A.S. "Doc" Young wrote in the book Great Negro Baseball Stars, published by Johnson Publishing Company, that Campanella was "a natural leader," who was intelligent and well-organized as well as strong and talented. He often managed clubs he played with in Latin America and he also managed a game in the minor leagues while playing with the Nashua (N.H.) Dodgers:

"Roy became acting manager one night when the regular manager and first baseman, Walt Alston, lost an argument with an umpire. Alston had prepared for such an eventuality soon after he became aware of Roy's extensive knowledge of the game and his leadership qualities. If I'm ever thrown out of a game, I want you to run things.' The opportunity came in a game between the Nashua Dodgers and Lawrence (Mass.) Millionaires.

The Dodgers were three runs behind (in the sixth inning) when Roy took over. They scored once before the inning ended. In the seventh, with a man on base, the pitcher was due to bat. Deciding to use a pinch hitter, Roy called on (Hall of Fame pitcher Don) Newcombe, who was quite some shucks with the big stick. Newcombe responded by hitting a score-tying homer. Nashua went on to win, 7-5."

According to Young's book, then-Dodger owner Walter O'Malley was grooming Campanella to become a coach after his career was over. But his crippling injury changed those plans. However, Campanella persevered and did become a special instructor of young catchers during spring training.

Campanella told Young he loved the game of baseball and, "I can't understand why major leaguers complain about double-headers."

Perhaps his greatest season came in 1953. Campanella batted .312 and established three single season records for a catcher: most putouts (807), most home runs (41) and most runs batted in (142).

Campanella ended his career with a .276 batting average, 1,161 hits, 242 home runs and 856 runs batted in. The numbers probably would have been greater had it not been for the color barrier which kept him out of the majors until he was 26 and his career-ending accident at age 36.

"As well as being a great baseball player, he was a great human being," Lasorda concluded.

He is survived by his wife Roxie; three sons, Roy, Jr., Tony and John, and two daughters, Joanie and Ruth.


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Thursday, September 17, 2020

Release Blitz: Draw by VL Locey

Title: Draw
Author: VL Locey
Series: Overtime #3
Genre: M/M Romance, Hockey
Release Date: September 13, 2020
Cover Design: Meredith Russell

Summary:
They say first loves never last. Jackie Blue Kalinski was about to show them—whoever they are—that the word never is not in his vocabulary.

From the time Jack Kalinski was a preschooler he had a good sense of who he was and where he wanted to go in life. His childhood was spent drawing beautiful dresses for pretty people, male and female alike. Growing up with two dads who played hockey wasn’t exactly conducive to late night talks about tulle or tailor’s chalk, but he never let that stop his dreams of becoming a fashion designer or expressing the genderqueer heart that beat in his chest. His family’s love and support helped him through some painful losses that shaped him into the strong, vivacious, and charismatic college student he is today. Life hasn’t been a smooth ride, but Jack has persevered and is about to take the fashion world by storm.

Little does he suspect that his tidy life is about to be scorched by a chance meeting with one of the men playing hockey on the gay team his father coaches. Martin McKittrick not only catches Jack’s eye, but the much older man wins his heart. The passionate affair with the captain of the Marine Unit of the BFD burns red hot until the new couple run into a few snags that might dampen the inferno: Jack’s ascent into the fashion world, Martin’s job and the inherent dangers that come with it, and the fact that the well-kept secret romance has just been exposed to the world in a rather big way.


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Author Bio:
USA Today Bestselling Author V.L. Locey – Penning LGBT hockey romance that skates into sinful pleasures.

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, yoga, belly laughs, walking, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, Torchwood and Dr. Who, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a pair of geese, far too many chickens, and two steers.

When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in one hand and a steamy romance novel in the other.


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Release Blitz: Bad Apple by Colbie Dunbar & Trisha Linde

Title: Bad Apple
Authors: Colbie Dunbar & Trisha Linde
Series: Once Upon a M/M Romance #1
Genre: M/M Romance, Paranormal, Mpreg, Reimagined Fairy Tale
Release Date: September 17, 2020
Cover Design: Fantasia Frog Designs

Summary:
There’s no such thing as fairytales—until there’s a happily ever after.

When mob boss Nico Drakos dies, his son, omega Zane, knows the time is ripe for change. Just because all the mob’s business dealings have always been illegal, that doesn’t mean they need to stay that way. Zane is well-loved by everyone, and the council is ready to follow him wherever he might lead them. Time to put his business degree to work! The only person that stands in his way is his father’s second-in-command, Donovan Morelli.

Alpha Blaze was practically raised by the mob, groomed and trained to follow orders, no matter how dark. But, seething with jealousy, Donovan gives Blaze a command. One he can’t refuse. While Blaze keeps a wary eye on Zane, he falls under the omega’s spell. Then the alpha does the unthinkable. He defies his order.

Zane needs a safe place to hole up, but he doesn’t give a damn about his surroundings because the alpha everyone considers a bad apple lights a fire in his heart, one Zane is powerless to extinguish. With a memorable cast of supporting characters, this classic fairytale gets a modern mpreg twist.

For fans of alphas and omegas who give everything to be with the one who they love, this first book in Colbie Dunbar and Trisha Linde’s Once Upon An M/M Romance series checks all the boxes. It includes an alpha and omega who refuse to be defined by their past; seven men and women with whimsical quirks whose fierce loyalty to Zane earns them a place in his heart; plus a baby who arrives safely, despite the odds.

And while there is no once upon a time, they do live happily ever after.


Chapter 3
Zane
I studied the man on my doorstep. He seemed kinda familiar and his scent washed over me, reminding me of coffee and something else I couldn’t pinpoint. Why? He smelt nothing like a good brew. One of Sam’s co-workers, I guessed.

I was disappointed and hoped my favorite delivery man hadn’t been fired or taken another job because I didn’t fancy this creep on my doorstep every time I craved a taco or quesadilla.

I made to grab the bag and hand over the tip, but the guy held on tight to the food. That’s my dinner! My right hand crept to my pocket as I asked, “Is there a problem?”

He nodded and his muffled voice said, “Payment didn’t go through.” He shrugged. “Gremlins in the app.”

Seriously? Gremlins? No hit man I’d ever met—and I hated that I’d made the acquaintance of more than one— ever talked like that. Tension released from my body as the guy held up his phone showing what I owed. “Okay. I’ll get the money.”

I was searching for my wallet, tossing cushions across the room and swearing, when an aroma that commanded attention struck me in the face and had the hair on the back of my neck standing up.

A pair of boots appeared in my line of vision, and I reared away. “Fuck me sideways with a broomstick!” The words exploded from my lips. I’d never seriously considered having someone order a hit on me, but faced with potential death, my pulse sped up and my mouth became dry.

Seconds passed, but time stretched out and it seemed like hours. It was as though everything was moving in slow motion. The grandfather clock ticked in the corner and dust particles floated past my head as my trembling fingers reached for the gun.

The intruder cocked his head. “Wouldn’t a broomstick be painful? Not a place you want to get a splinter. Ouch!” He put his hands on his hips.

I froze. Who is this guy? Air whooshed out of my mouth and I took a moment to compose myself. “You scared me. What in the hell are you doing barging into my house?”

“You said you’d get the money.” His voice was echoing in that stupid helmet.

“You must be new. Or been raised by wolves.” Come to think of it, wolves would have taught him better manners.

“Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”

I rubbed my forehead, convinced I’d aged ten years in the last few minutes. “Nothing. But next time, wait at the door.” I shoved a fistful of bills in his palm and curled his fingers around them. And that was my first mistake. One of many.

Skin to skin. My breath fogging his visor. The warmth of his hand seeped into mine and a tingling sensation spread over my body.

I should have let go.

I should have taken a step back.

I should have shoved him out the door and complained to the restaurant owner about the lousy service.

But I did none of those things. I didn’t move and neither did he. If this was his first day on the job, he might think all his customers held his hand. Poor guy. I pulled away and he made a strangled sound. It was hard to tell with that stupid helmet. “You okay?” If he was choking, I could give him mouth-to-mouth.

He bobbed his head.

“I’m Zane.”

He mumbled something.

“Hayes?”

More gibberish.

“Rays?” Were there two of them? Ray One and Ray Two?

“No.”

Okay, I heard that loud and clear. “Take off that thing, please. If you’re going to be bringing my dinner a couple of times a week, we should introduce ourselves.”



Colbie Dunbar
My characters are sexy, hot, adorable—and often filthy—alphas and omegas. Feudal lords with dark secrets, lonely omegas running away from their past, and alphas who refuse to commit.

Lurking in the background are kings, mafia dons, undercover agents and highwaymen with a naughty gleam in their eye.

As for me? I dictate my steamy stories with a glass of champagne in one hand. Because why not?

Trisha Linde
Trisha Linde spends all her time immersed in books, both reading and writing, mainly because she lives where it's too cold to do anything else, and what better way to keep warm than a hot book. The first time she read mpreg, it was love at first sight, and there's no turning back now.


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Wednesday, September 16, 2020

Release Date: You Always You by ME

Title: You. Always You
Author: ME
Genre: M/M Romance, Adult Romance
Release Date: September 15, 2020
Publisher: Perin

Summary:
Whatever happened in your past, did not happen. And I am your only future.

I am obsessed with you; you’re obsessed with me.

You hurt me to comfort me.
You break me to put me back together.
And I do the same to you.

I am addicted to you; you’re addicted to me.

You told me this would be a bad idea.
You warned me of the heartache.
And I did it anyway.

I like you; you like me.

When I see you, my sun rises.
When I see you, it is summer in Berlin.
When I see you, I can still hear us laugh.
But I wasn’t gonna go, and you weren’t gonna stay.
I wonder if your heart aches when you see me.
I wonder if your sun rises when you see me.
I wonder if you smile …
And if you do, will you stay?
Or will I go?

You. Always You. is a steamy 44k vignette about a toxic love story between two men. It features elements of romance, humor, hurt/comfort, a dash of violence, mild age play, and Daddy play. Approach with caution. You’ve been warned.


My little puppy
I frown down at you while you stare up at me with your big, dark puppy eyes. “What are you still doing up? It’s past eleven.”

“I was waiting for you, Daddy.”

I smirk, like I’d fall for that. “You know the rules.”

“No, really!” Suddenly, your voice sounds almost childish. You’ve turned little right in front of me. You push your laptop carelessly off to the side and blink up at me. “I was waiting for you, Daddy.” You jump up to stand, hands going for my shirt.

I shake my head, “Uh-uh.” I know your games, your excuses. You’ve been watching something on your laptop and lost track of time. It’s always the same … the longer you stay up, the longer you’ll sleep in. Or not sleep at all. It’s not good for you, which is why we have the 10 p.m. bedtime rule.

“Daddy,” you whine, fingers curling in my shirt to pull at me. You can tell that I’m disappointed, yet you lie once more, “I was waiting for you. I cannot sleep without my Daddy …”

I stand still, watch your well-practiced innocent act play across your face and then reach down to unclasp your fingers from my shirt. “Take off my sweater.” Your eyes grow wide as I say that. I usually love seeing my clothes on you. Especially when we’re around other people. “Take it off.”

“But—”

“Now,” I growl, snapping my fingers as if that would make you move faster. It doesn’t.

Instead, you keep arguing. “I’ll be cold!”

“I said … Take. It. Off.”

“Why …?” you mumble as you finger the seam of the long sweater; it’s black and warm.

“You don’t deserve it.” I can hear the whine emanate from your throat, spilling past your lips. I could spank you. I could forbid you to watch any movies next weekend, but instead, I choose this. It’s a greater punishment for you to shed something that so clearly marks you as mine. “I’m taking it back.”

“No, no, you cannot do that!” You lunge forward again, tugging at my shirt while I stand above you like a statue. Tall and imposing. “You gave it to me, Daddy. It was a gift.”

“I take it back.” A pained sound escapes your lips, unlike anything I’ve ever heard before. Your bottom lip quivers and your eyes turn glossy. It pains you, deeply. But it also angers you, I can feel it simmer below the surface.

“Fine,” you snap.

“Fine what?” I probe as you take a step back, still not taking off my sweater. In fact, you cross your arms like a petulant child.

“I watched something on Netflix because I didn’t want to go to sleep,” you admit, mumbling every word; it’s almost adorable. But mostly amusing.

“There you go,” I say and sit down on the couch while you still stand beside it. You turn back to look at me over your shoulder, arms still crossed.

“I am keeping the sweater,” you announce; it makes me chuckle. I am already thinking about how I can punish you. This is always the best part. Punishing my little puppy.

“You lied to me. Liars must be punished.” Shuffling on your feet, you move to face me completely, the sleeves of my sweater covering your hands because you pulled them all the way down.

“But-but I confessed ...”

I arch an eyebrow and shake my head at you, “Not good enough.” A few moments tick by before I tell you to kneel. You kneel. I order you to take off my shoes, you do that too.

I always enjoy watching you down there, between my feet, placing my shoes neatly below the coffee table. Like I’ve trained you to do. The first time you’d just tossed them aside. Bad little puppy. No more sloppiness.



Author Bio:
M.E. are the initials of the two men who’ve created this story. One being the writer, the other being the muse.

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