Confessions of a Winter Lover by GR Richards
My name is G.R. Richards and I hate the summertime.
Sorry to shock you. I know how offended people become when I make this one particularly controversial remark. It’s a near-sinful admission. When I make it, I’m often greeted with questions like, “What?” and “How could you?” and “Why?”
To answer all three questions, I could simply say, “It’s the heat. I hate the sticky, smoggy, humid disgustingness of summer.” I could say that, but, of course, it’s not that simple.
In part, I hate the summertime because it’s not the wintertime. Yeah, that sounds a little…okay…stupid. I admit it. And I am partial to spring and fall, but winter…oh, winter! How do I love thee?
It’s the snow. To me, winter means snow. I can handle the winds that cut through five layers of fleece and chill you to the bone if it means a snowfall might be on the way. There is nothing on the planet more beautiful to me than snow: kids building snowmen on the front lawn, dragging toboggans to the nearest hill, helping their parents shovel the driveway.
Let me share with you a wintery memory, if I may:
Ten or so years ago, on a snowy Saturday morning, my then-boyfriend’s car broke down–a winter reality. I know it’s not all fun and games. Anyway, we got the car to a garage and decided to wander over to a nearby greasy spoon for breakfast. The snow was nearly to our knees, but we trudged on through.
When the restaurant was near, we climbed up a little hill…and I watched him fall flat on his face in the snow. He’d tripped on one of those cement block dealies they have around the outskirts of parking lots, and he was covered head to toe in virgin white.
I laughed my ass off. It was the funniest thing I’d every seen. And as I pointed and laughed and kept on walking…trip…fall…splat! I stumbled over the same damn cement block and went right down beside him. He propped himself up on his elbow as I looked up from the snow, stunned.
And he pointed at me and laughed his ass off.
Then he helped me up and I helped him up, and we laughed even as our waitress gave us dirty looks for dripping all over our booth.
Okay, so loving the wintertime doesn’t necessarily mean I should have to hate the summertime…maybe it is just the heat. But I’ve got to say, if there’s one thing that makes summer a little more bearable, it’s EM Lynley’s Christmas in July celebration!
If you’re interested, I have two great little Christmas e-books available from Dreamspinner Press:
With his parents out of the country on winter holiday, Shiv invites biology lab-mate Devon to his house for a final exam cram. Of course, dinner and a study session aren’t all he has in mind. The seduction seems almost too easy when Devon invites him to spend Christmas with his family. Will Shiv finally realize there’s more to a relationship than just sex?
Vintage Toys for Lucky Boys by G.R. Richards
Max the firm and fit muscle-god doesn’t fit Randy’s mental picture of an antiques dealer. In fact, he’s so smoking-hot, Randy can hardly breathe as Max appraises his shoebox full of vintage toys. The huge amount of money Max offers takes his breath away yet again. All Randy wants is to buy his supportive mom a really great Christmas gift, and this windfall will sure do it. There’s only one catch, and it’s a huge one: Randy’s legal name is still Jennifer Ann. And despite how friendly Max is, Randy’s afraid it will be a deal-breaker.
Enjoy!
G.R. Richards
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http://grrichards.webs.com
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Yes! *punches air* Finally someone who hates the summer as much as I do! 😉
I would like to boil in oil all weather forecasters who cheerfully talk about “lovely weather” when the ambient temperature is hotter than the inside of a volcano!
I grew up in Miami, and I’ve never been a fan of winter. I got thrown into it when we moved to New Jersey in the middle of December when I was 11. I’ve never really felt warm since! If I had a choice between being cold and being hot, I’d choose to be hot!
It probably comes as no surprise that I transferred from the University of Michigan to UC Berkeley… 2 Ann Arbor winters were all I could handle. To be fair, the top researcher in my field taught at Berkeley, but the weather made the decision a no-brainer.
Since then I’ve lived in DC, London and Tokyo, all of which have a real winter, but I’m happily back in Cali.
The one exception to my winter aversion is the Winter Olympics. I love watching winter sports. Maybe it’s because I’m toasty warm at home. 😀