See You in the Morning

by A. T. Weaver

See You in the Morning - A.T. Weaver
Editions:Paperback: $ 19.95
ISBN: 978-1495452147
Size: 6.00 x 9.00 in
Pages: 326
Kindle: $ 2.99
ISBN: ASIN: B00IS2XTJG
Pages: 338

Jake wonders if he'll ever find a long-term, loving relationship like his parents have. After all, same-sex marriage is just a pipe-dream.

Then he meets Dave. From the first kiss, they know they belong together. For over fifty years they're together, living their happily ever after in spite of bigotry.

They raise four wonderful children, always counting on the promise they give each other every night - "see you in the morning."

 

Excerpt:

When they pulled into the driveway, Chrissy got out of the back seat and helped Jake out. She hugged him and said, “Goodnight, Daddy. See you in the morning.”

Jake said, “Goodnight,” and walked toward the cottage. Both sides of the walk were lined with rose bushes planted by Dave. They formed colorful walls of red, yellow, pink and white. He stopped, pulled a knife from his pocket and cut a red and white blossom from one of them. He held it to his nose, closed his eyes and breathed deeply of its sweet fragrance.

“That’s weird,” Chrissy said as she got back into the car.

“What’s weird,” Brad asked.

“For one thing, Daddy wasn’t crying. He always cries at the least little thing.” She frowned. “Plus, ever since I can remember, Daddy and Papa both, when they say goodnight, it’s always ‘Goodnight, see you in the morning.’ He didn’t say it.”

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“Honey, he’s hurting. After all, he and your Papa were together a long time.” Brad placed his arm around her. “He’s probably in shock.”

“I guess you’re right,” she agreed.

* * *

Jake walked into the cottage, laid the rose on the hall table, removed his jacket and hung it on a hook inside the hall closet. He took Dave’s green sweater from a hanger, slipped it around his back and hugged himself with the sleeves. The scent of Dave’s favorite aftershave filled his nostrils. My dear one, what will I ever do without you? He picked up the rose, stuck the stem through a buttonhole on his shirt and went into the kitchen. He took two glasses from the cupboard and pushed a button on the refrigerator door. Ice and green tea flavored with honey and ginseng poured into the glasses. He frowned at the glasses and set one on the table. I guess I only need one glass.

His shoulders drooped and his feet shuffled as he walked to the living room. He felt much older than his seventy-six years. He set the glass on the table next to his favorite chair, sat and pushed a button on the arm of his chair. Across the room a huge screen nearly the size of the wall rose up and displayed a menu. He pushed another button and an old-fashioned photograph appeared on the screen. Memories flooded his mind.

 

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Reviews:Pixie on MM Goodbook Reviews wrote:

I read this story for the first time over a year ago when it first came out, and I’ve read it a couple of times since then and it always has the same impact. It always has me reaching for the tissues as I am overcome by the heart-breaking love story; this is a truly wonderful story that definitely worth every single penny!

For over fifty years Jake and Dave faced the world together, they fought for marriage equality and married three times, they raised four wonderful children and watched as more family came into their world. As Jake loses Dave to a stroke we relive Jakes memories as he sees their life together in photographs and the love and joy he and Dave had are shared with us.

This is an incredible story that pulls at your heart as we see Jake’s and Dave’s lives spread out before us. This isn’t a story that I can really describe as it doesn’t just focus on just one thing, it focus’ on Dave’s and Jake’s lives together, so we see many moments in their lives from when they meet to their first date to Jake’s family accepting Dave, to their first, second and third weddings and then on to their first adoption and so forth, so the moments we see are all important moments in their lives together and all these memories are triggered by photos as Jake looks over their lives together just after Dave dies.

What I can tell you is that this story is beautifully written and the characters are incredible men who will bring tears to your eyes with their love for each other and their family. You admire these men for their all-encompassing love, the way that they spread their joy with others and the way that they love each other so much.Read more ›

Rochelle Weber on Roses & Thorns Reviews wrote:

I stopped reviewing gay books awhile ago, because I’m not fond of erotica and I really don’t like BDS&M regardless of the gender of the participants. It seemed to me that was all I found in so-called gay romance. But when I read the blurb and excerpt for See You in the Morning while I was putting together the Marketing for Romance Writers’ Newsletter, it sounded different. It sounded like a real romance.

And that’s exactly what See You in the Morning is—an old-fashioned, sweet romance. Jake and Dave meet in a bar, decide it’s too noisy, and go out for pizza. They sit talking late into the night and exchange phone numbers. Jake’s amazed when Dave calls him that night and asks him to go hiking the next day. Before he hangs up, he says, “See you in the morning.” After that, they’re practically inseparable and they never part or go to sleep without saying, “See you in the morning.”

Jake’s family is open-minded, loving, and accepting. His uncle is gay and has been with one partner for years. Dave’s amazed at his welcome. Not five minutes inside the door the first time, Jake’s dad has him on a ladder placing the angel atop the family Christmas tree, and in the morning there are gifts from the family as well as Jake.

The story is told in flashbacks as Jake goes through family photos after Dave’s funeral. I smiled, frowned, laughed and cried as I sat with Jake while he reminisced about their fifty-plus-year life together, and the wonderful love they shared with each other, Jake’s family, and eventually, their children. Whether you’re a fan of gay books or not, I highly recommend See You in the Morning. It’s inspirational.


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About the Author

My real name is Julia Flowers. I am a 70+ year-old great-grandmother and live with my two cats, Cleopatra (who is 15 years old) and Kiyah the devil cat (who is not quite 2), in downtown Kansas City, MO. I either tell people I live next door to the church with the gold dome, or I live at the northwest corner of Bartle Hall. I have four children, nine blood grandkids, two extra, and one great-grandson.

Two questions I am often asked are:

1. Why a pen name and where did it come from?

When I began writing at the age of 60, I didn’t want my kids to be embarrassed by their friends knowing their mother wrote gay fiction, so I decided to make up a pen name. When I got my first computer and set up an email account I had a hard time finding a username that wasn’t already taken. I’d been a member of the Society for Creative Anachronism for several years, and my SCA name is Alisaundre Muir, and I dye, spin, and weave wool. Alix is a nickname for Alisaundre and I came up with alixtheweaver. Thinking about a pen name, I thought, ‘Weaver is a good last name’, and so I became A(for Alix) T(for the) Weaver.

2. Why would a straight great-grandmother write gay fiction?

When I was growing up, the word gay meant happy and carefree and homosexuals were called queer or ‘one-of-those’. However, I never heard those terms or knew what they meant until I was married and a mother. When two men moved in down the street from us in St. Charles, MO, I didn’t think anything about it until my then husband told me they were ‘queers’. I didn’t know what he meant.
Later on, after moving back to Kansas City in the late 1960s, two men moved across the street from us. Again, I thought nothing about it. One was an actor, and we went to several of his plays. I was later to learn that one of them was the driving force behind the gay movement in Kansas City. Of course, at the time I knew nothing at all about the LGBT Community.

In 2003, there was a TV show on Bravo called Boy Meets Boy. Having watched The Bachelor and Bachelorette and being totally disgusted, I decided it couldn’t be any worse and watched. In the middle of the show, one of the ‘contestants’ set up a Yahoo group for fans and I joined. I have to admit, my record with guessing who was gay and who was straight wasn’t all that good.

At the peak, there were over 3,000 members of the group. After the show as over, several of us continued to ‘talk’ daily. These men educated me as to the inequalities suffered by the LGBT community, and started me reading gay literature and watching movies. On a trip to see my mother in Turlock, CA, I visited one of the men in San Francisco who lived just up the street from the Castro. As he showed me around, we stopped in front of what was once Harvey Milk’s camera store. My question, “Who was Harvey Milk?” started my education into Gay history. When I mentioned I’d like to try writing. His response was, “I’d like to read a book where the boy gets the boy and they ride off into the sunset together.” I said, “I can do that.” This was in 2003 – before Brokeback Mountain, and before the advent of gay erotica.

I was unable to find a publisher who would even read my story and paid $500 to have it published. Since then, I use self-publishing. My first few books were mildly erotic, but since, I have chosen to put the sex behind the bedroom door.

I’ll never make even a little money, but if I can move you in some way, whether you laugh or cry, love it or hate it, I’ve accomplished what I aim for.

Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self. Cyril Connolly (1903 - 1974)


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