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

Our pontoon had a frame constructed of wood, with canvas lashed around it. I couldn’t imagine it being watertight, not at all. Around twenty-five feet long and five or six feet wide, it was pretty damned shallow, only a couple feet deep. We definitely got in it, though, and not on it, like we would have a raft. I’d been picturing a raft.


My teammate and I were joined by a few other men at the bank to start our journey floating down the water. Someone had lit a huge bonfire, offering enough light to see them all in detail. This group was hardcore, judging by the state of their uniforms, the frayed edges, the rips, the dirt, and the blood that was probably barbecue sauce. Where did they get barbecue? I wondered if there was any left.


My first takeaway was these men had done this before and really played up the authenticity. Finally getting a good look at the kid I’d been with a while now and those in his unit, I was struck by something else.


Chapter 15