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

My uniform was tight. Maybe I shouldn’t have lied about my size in order to squeeze myself into one I’d hoped would sound more appealing to the total stranger I’d told my waist measurement to on the phone. Had I become so vapid I was worried a size thirty-four pant would make me sound fat? Hell, yeah, I had. It was something I would have to work on


Instead of gray sky, I ended up drawing a figure, a figure of a man in a Union soldier uniform. “What did you look like, Small Jefferson?” I assumed he was short, like me. Not much of an assumption, really, since he’d said so. I made his jacket too big, and drew the pants sagging at the seat. Jefferson’s brogans were large, but they still felt tight on his feet. I imagined that. I didn’t know why. Brogans was one of the words I’d come across when doing my rather perfunctory research on all things Civil War related.


When it came to Jefferson’s face, I filled it in with shadows, but no features.


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