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As I write this, I’m sitting on my sofa on Friday evening, waiting for the snow to arrive. Snowfall in Atlanta is a rare enough commodity to make it a special event, even when it doesn’t cause any real problems. (And in reality, when there are problems, they’re usually a result of ice, not snow. Completely different!)
You’d think after living in New Jersey for a few years that I would’ve gotten my fill of snow, but I don’t think I ever will. I was imprinted when I was just 4 years old, living in southwestern Georgia, where snow might as well have been a foreign word. But one night, when my aunt was visiting—she’s barely 15 years older than I am—it started snowing. I’d already been put to bed, and my mom and aunt couldn’t decide if they should wake me up to see it. At best, we might get a few inches, and it could well be gone by morning.
Finally, near midnight, with several inches on the ground and big flakes still falling, they decided to get me up and bring me into the dining room, where a sliding glass door overlooked our backyard. It took me a few minutes—after I woke up—to figure out what I was seeing.
The snowflakes drifted down, bright white in the spotlights that shone over the yard, silent and beautiful. After we watched for a while, my aunt threw on some shoes and ran outside with a cup to scoop up a little from the top of one of the highest piles. She brought it back in, and we each ate a few bites. The cold, squeaky feel of snow crunching between my teeth has never left my memory.
After that, it became a tradition among the three of us to call each other when it snowed wherever we were. Mom called her sister a few years later when we visited my dad’s family in northern New Jersey and had our first white Christmas, and again when we had another snowfall back home in Georgia a year after that. We brought my sister into the tradition when she came along, and my aunt called us many times over the years she lived in North Carolina. When we got a half-inch two days before Christmas the year I moved home after college, she was the first person Mom and I called.
Once I moved to Atlanta twenty years ago, the snowfalls came a little more often, but that didn’t change things one bit. I called both my mom and my aunt every time. I moved to New Jersey and spent three winters there, dealing with much more regular (and much deeper) snowfalls, but even when I had to shovel a foot or more, or drive to work through the piles of slush, it never lost its innate magic. And all the while, the phone calls kept on coming.
I’ve been back home in Georgia for nearly a decade now, and I still love to watch it snow. Our tradition hasn’t changed either, thought it has been modernized a little over the years. We spent a Christmas in Gatlinburg a few years ago and had another white Christmas after an inch or so fell on the 24th. My sister built a tiny little snowman on the railing outside, and we texted a picture of him to our aunt.
This weekend, we’re predicted to receive anything from a dusting to two inches of snow. Sure, it’s a tiny amount, especially compared with what’s going on farther north. But for me, what ends up on the ground is much less important than the wonder of that first snowfall—and the love that built our tradition of “snow calls.”
Title: In From the Cold
Author: Shae Connor
Publisher: Self Published
Publication Date: 12/04/2015
Cover Artist: Shae Connor
Genre: Contemporary, Gay, M/M Romance, Romance, Winter Holiday
When Jeff Young walks into the rural Georgia lodge Neal Owens runs, he’s just looking for a room to escape a frigid late December night. What he ends up finding is a new friend, a lover, and maybe more, all wrapped up in one hot package.
Second edition. First edition published 2011 by Silver Publishing.
About Shae ConnorShae Connor lives in Atlanta, where she’s a lackadaisical government worker for a living and writes sweet-hot romance under the cover of night. She’s been making things up for as long as she can remember, but it took her a long time to figure out that maybe she should try writing them down. She’s conned several companies into publishing her work and adds a new notch on her bedpost each time another story is unleashed onto an unsuspecting universe.
A member of the Romance Writers of America and the Rainbow Writers chapter, Shae was first published in 2010 and has a lineup of short stories, novellas, and novels available from Dreamspinner Press, Wilde City Press, MLR Press, and Amber Allure.
Shae is part Jersey, part Irish, and all Southern, which explains why she never shuts up. When she’s not chained to her laptop, she enjoys cooking, traveling, watching baseball, and reading voraciously, and she’s an annual volunteer for the Dragon Con on-site publication, the Daily Dragon. You can find her hanging out on Twitter most any time @shaeconnor, but for the more direct route, you can email her at firstname.lastname@example.org or visit her website at shaeconnorwrites.com.
I have a number of paperbacks, most of which are signed, to giveaway. Over the between now (11 Mar 2017) and 31 Mar 2017, every comment on the blog (this post and all other new posts), will be entered to win 1 of these paperbacks. There are also some misc swag items, so there will be a few packs of these to give away as well.
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