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 think you can see me, if you try,” Jefferson offered. “Picture me naked, bounding across the green, black with night, descending the bank you and I nearly rolled down.”


“Picture me falling into shallow water, so only part of my bare body is covered by it. Can you?”


I pictured something, someone his age, nude and frolicking. Was it someone I knew or had seen in porn?


I didn’t think it was either of those things. “I can,” I said. “I can see you.”


The moment I put pencil to paper, the image in my mind went poof. “Shit.” I slammed my fist into the paper.


“Drawing isn’t only about what’s in front of you, you know,” Jefferson said.


“I do know,” I told him. “I didn’t know others did.”


“The finest artist captures what only he can see.”


“What he feels,” I added. “I tried to draw a leaf that night—last night. Not that many hours feel like forever ago, somehow.”


Chapter 29