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

“The weather isn’t cooperating,” he said. “My NOAA app shows a line of dangerous storms in a direct path for us. We’re going to have cancel the battle.”


A chorus of groans echoed throughout the enclosed space.


“Real soldiers fight in all sorts of weather.” The guy who said it was one of the Axe sprayers. He’d used a lot and, incidentally, didn’t even look old enough to enlist. I wondered if he knew anything about war beyond a video game.


“Well, if one of you gets hurt, we’re liable,” Patrick said. “Bottom line, no battle as long as it’s lightning.”


“So, we go back to sleep, or what?” I asked Rip.


“I guess. Maybe we can just get a later start.” He said it again, louder, this time as a question for Patrick. “Maybe we can just get a later start?”


“Sure. Maybe. We’re stuck here. No point in driving or flying home. We have a good six hours of darkness to play with. We’ll see.”


Chapter 11