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Snowfall
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Snowfall

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Melody is a simple woman with simple needs that include good clean books, safe and intelligible television, and a job that she loves. As far as she’s concerned, she has everything she needs, including a beloved gig as the assistant librarian of her local public library. But when a Winter Reads program turns chaotic and Melody is caught in the crossfires of a massive child-induced food fight, her dream job becomes a nightmare – a nightmare that continues into the snow-covered, accident-prone next day. After waking up to a sudden massive snowfall covering her town, she becomes the unwilling victim of a snowball fight between two identical twin brothers. Melody must then decide if she has met her very own Mister Right, or if her perfect life can handle an imperfect interruption. Lighthearted laughs and endearing moments fill this modern romantic comedy by humorist Jennifer Patricia O’Keeffe.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherDCL Publications
Release dateMar 13, 2025
ISBN9798990303539
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Jennifer Patricia O'Keeffe

Jennifer Patricia O'Keeffe is an author of romantic comedy and anything quirky. She resides in Tennessee, just outside of Nashville where she shares a home with her cats. Ms. O'Keeffe loves to make the world laugh and to find humor and love in the least likely of places. Look forward to her upcoming book 'A Decent Guy,' and discover her short stories ‘We Made Snow Angels,’ ‘All I Want is to Be Happy,’ and ‘My Name is Not Cupid’ in the anthologies The Greatest Gift of All, Queens of Hearts, and Falling for You, respectively and available on Barnes and Noble and Amazon.

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    Snowfall - Jennifer Patricia O'Keeffe

    SNOWFALL

    BY

    JENNIFER PATRICIA O’KEEFFE

    DCL Publications, LLC

    www.thedarkcastlelords.net

    © 2025 Jennifer Patricia O’Keeffe

    All rights reserved.

    First Edition March 2025

    DCL Publications

    1033 Plymouth Dr.

    Grafton, OH 44044

    ISBN 979-8-9903035-3-9

    No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information and storage retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

    This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales, is entirely coincidental.

    Cover design by Jae El Foster

    PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA

    Chapter One

    Melody led a pretty quiet life. She worked at a library as an assistant librarian, and it was pretty much her dream job. She was surrounded by books, which were her very favorite things. Even better, she not only got first dibs on new books that came in, but she got to help pick out the books they received. This helped ensure she would be able to read pretty much whatever she wanted, without having to pay out of pocket for the books.

    Her tastes were light. She enjoyed fade-to-black romances, clean romantic comedies, and anything else lighthearted. In her twenty-six years of life, she’d never read a horror novel, a thriller, or a mystery. Melody wasn’t one who enjoyed being scared, tense, or on edge, and she knew those feelings were what those types of literature delivered.

    The closest thing she’d ever seen to something like that was a movie when she was a kid. She couldn’t remember the name of it, but she remembered not being able to sleep in her own room for at least a week. Being scared under the covers was something she wasn’t very fond of.

    Melody was also a purist when it came to reading. She didn’t care for eBooks, as she couldn’t feel the pages when she turned them or smell the fresh print or – in some cases – the beautiful age that came with a printed book. Books had very distinct scents and feels, and Melody thrived on them.

    Her social life was much like her work life. At home, she was alone, but never really alone. She’d never parted with a book that she purchased, and those books had accumulated in mass numbers, filling her shelves or becoming stacks on the floors in nearly every room. This was another reason she was thankful for her job at the library. She didn’t have to buy so many books anymore, and when she was finished, she could return them to the library and not add them to her collections on the floor.

    Unless there was a book sale at the library… that was a whole different thing. Sometimes, the library would pull books that hadn’t been checked out in a long time to make shelf room for new ones. At that point, they’d sell them for a dollar a piece – a price she could rarely resist.

    Currently, Melody sat at the front counter checking in books that had been left overnight in the dropbox out front. That was usually where patrons dropped books that were either being returned late or damaged, and today’s batch was no different. The book she’d just entered as returned had been due three months ago and had a waitlist a mile long. She groaned and sat it to the side, pulling the next one from the stack. This one – a hardback children’s book – dripped water when she held it upright. She opened the cover. Every page within was saturated. The color print of the pictures had bled, as well as the text. It was now a throwaway – something she hated. Throwing away any book in any condition felt personal to her and she condemned the action, but in this case, there was no other route. She held the book over the small trash can beside her, closed her eyes, and dropped it in. A pained sigh escaped her lips.

    I know that look, said Miss Pam, the branch’s head library. You had to throw a book away, didn’t you?

    Melody nodded. Why can’t people just take care of stuff? That was a forty-dollar book. Now, they’ve got to pay for it.

    Miss Pam chuckled. Honey, when they do that, we never see them again.

    I know, and it stinks. Melody grabbed the next book from her stack and scanned it in. At least this one isn’t ruined.

    Is it late?

    Just by a day, she replied. Ten cents isn’t bad. Melody reached into her pocket, pulled out a dime, and paid the late fee.

    You’re going to spoil these people if you keep paying their late fees for them, Miss Pam warned.

    I know, but it’s okay. It’s just a dime. She smiled and continued through the stack.

    A moment later, there was a ding, signaling the opening of the front door. A delivery man came in with a dolly that held a stack of four cardboard boxes.

    Hey there! Miss Pam exclaimed and walked over to the delivery man. I see our new shipment has come in!

    Yes indeed, Miss Pam, the delivery man said. He was the same delivery man they always had, and he’d become a familiar friend of the library over time. I put the lighter box on top. I’m guessing that’s the one with the DVDs in it.

    I still don’t know why libraries offer movies to check out, Melody commented.

    We’ve got to get them in the door somehow, Miss Pam told her. So many people just don’t read anymore. But, if we can lure them in with the latest movies, maybe they’ll spot a book they’ll like. I’ve seen it happen.

    Melody nodded but she really didn’t have a reply. No matter how it was justified, she was a firm believer that libraries were for books and DVD’s were for people to order online when they couldn’t afford streaming or theater prices.

    While Miss Pam helped the delivery man unstack the boxes, Melody resumed her duties and pulled the next book from the stack. Pages began to fall from it. Someone had damaged the spine, and this book was yet another one for the garbage.

    I miss CeeCee, she noted as she dropped the book into the trash. She knew how to repair those spines and fix the books.

    CeeCee is ninety-three, Miss Pam told her. The last book she tried to repair, she glued her fingers to the pages.

    That only happened once, Melody remarked with a half-smile. Otherwise, she was pretty good.

    Let the woman enjoy her retirement. We can afford to replace the book. Miss Pam grinned and shrugged. We’ll probably have to, since whomever dropped that book in the box is likely too afraid to show their face.

    It was Buddy Howard, she told her. That’s the third damaged book he’s returned this year.

    Well, at least it was Buddy. He always pays his damages… eventually. Miss Pam chuckled and turned her attention back to the delivery man.

    Melody made it through a few more of the returns and waved goodbye to the delivery man. Miss

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