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

“Thanks for watching Wilbur.” He started barking again when I stood. “I wonder what’s wrong with him.”


“Maybe he’ll settle when we go,” Rip said. “Catch you later, Bro-ford. Thanks for tagging along.”


“Anytime. Or never again. I’m good either way.”


Though my sister and brother-in-law exited smiling, my dog was still in a mood.


“What, pupster? What?” I kicked off my shoes and dropped my zip-front hoodie at the door, set my phone down on the coffee table, and then crossed to the kitchen to grab Wilbur a chewy snack to settle him down. The amber bottle in the same cupboard caught my eye. I hadn’t taken one of the pills in months. My anxiety was bearable, and the nightmares were far less frequent. I hadn’t had a flashback hallucination in over a year, unless that was the only explanation for what I’d experienced in Tennessee.


Chapter 19