From a tiny acorn grows a mighty oak, so it is with love. Undaunted by rain, snow, thunder and lighting, and even a tornado, Goose and Patrick weathered many storms from first meeting to marriage. By their side through it all, Jefferson and Calvin shared their own love story as Goose and Patrick’s guides through the present and the past and their guardian angels in Heaven and on Earth. Contains the stories: Ghost Writer: Goose is finally allowing himself to feel something again, something like love. He and Jefferson have both been through a lot, war and escaping their abusive exes. There are two problems, though. Jefferson belongs to someone else, and he’s a ghost. While Goose tries to save a tree planted by Jefferson’s lover over a hundred years ago, Jefferson tries to heal Goose’s heart, broken far too long. Snowed In: Goose and Patrick: Four men, two in this realm and two in another, fight all sorts of obstacles, including war, separation, family dysfunction, racial prejudice, homophobia, and their own inner demons to fall in love and explore or recapture their sexuality. Each pair, from this century and one in the past, help the other along the way. Nine Minutes in Heaven: Goose’s lover Patrick ends up on one side of the light, with Jefferson and Calvin. Goose’s family and his dog, Wilbur, are on this side. When Goose is seriously injured and faced with a choice between Heaven and Earth, he finds the decision impossible to make, which could result in him being stuck somewhere in between. Ghosts of Honor: Goose and Patrick have weathered many storms, literally, a massive blizzard and figuratively, death. Will a tornado on their wedding day, a group of ghostly crashers, Goose’s distraction, and Patrick’s lingering emotional pain after the attack be too much to make it through this time?

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He headed for the door in the rear of the basement and went out into the storm.


“I’m angry. Angry is an emotion. Mad is an affliction.”


Okay, so I wasn’t the only grammar cop in the room.


“You coming?” Rip held the door for me. It was pouring, but an awning overhead kept him dry. As lighting lit up the entire black Tennessee sky twice in a matter of seconds, I wondered if the overhang would do anything to protect us from that.


“I guess.” I went out. “I’ll behave. Don’t be angry.”


Rip and I had known one another since entering junior high as Richard and Max. “Richard” to “Rip” wasn’t much of a stretch. I don’t even recall how it came to be. My last name, Tucker, prompted another classmate to call me “Tuck,” then “Tuck, Tuck, Goose,” and eventually, just “Goose,” which might as well have been on my driver’s license by the time I’d turned twenty. No one in my life, not family nor classmates, army buddies, nor lovers, called me anything else.


Chapter 3