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?

Weathering the Storms Box Set

Even Charlotte was still where she’d lighted, beside the torch-style wall light glowing against paper that felt like fabric.


The lights flickered. All of them, and I jumped.


“Not funny, Jeff.” I knew it wasn’t him. “Stupid storm.” It had quieted for a bit but seemed to be coming around again.


This time, I jumped higher than Simone Biles. “Jesus, Rip. You scared the crap out of me.”


“What, you thought I was a ghost or something?”


“Maybe.” I stuck the diary down the back of my shorts. “Actually, I thought you were sleeping.”


“I got worried about you.” Rip looked down at his shoes.


“You don’t have to do that. Really.” I looked at his shoes, too. They were ugly—slip-on black walking shoes with white socks and cargo shorts. I couldn’t take him anywhere.


“Patrick said you might be in here.”


“You should sleep,” Rip said. “We’re going to be awake over twenty-four hours straight.”


Chapter 8