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

“I thought you didn’t know any literary quotes.”


“Well, perhaps I can be hard on myself at times.” Jefferson started singing again, when Wilbur began to whine. “Join me, Goose.”


“Yes, you do. Sing with me. A-a-ma-zi-ing Grace…”


“How sweet the sound.” I sat and cleared my throat, then just listened a moment, coming back in on “I once was lost. But now I’m found.”


Jefferson finished by himself, “Was blind, but now I see.”


I still couldn’t see. Not him. “Come sit beside me,” I said, settling at the foot of the bed. “Wilbur will hop up to sleep, now, I think.” Steeling myself for motion, for the sinking in of the mattress beside me, I laughed when I felt it. “Yes.” I was giddy. There was no other word for it. “You’re real. It’s very nice to meet you, Small Jefferson.”


“No smaller than you. Pleased to make your acquaintance as well.”


I giggled again when Jefferson kissed my cheek.


Chapter 27