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

“She loved flowers. I would make her a necklace from buttercups in spring and beebalm in summer.”


“Does it feel like you wish to be here,” I asked, “with the rest of your family? Do you feel ready to…to cross over, now?” The words were hard to get out.


“It does feel more like home than it did where I was, but…”


“But no bright, welcoming beacon?” I looked up at the twilight sky, pink and gray and white. “No golden door or loved ones with open arms?”


“No Calvin. I can imagine them,” Jefferson said. “But I don’t feel them beckoning to me. Can you understand?”


“A week ago, probably not, but standing here now, yes. I get it. The marker back in Tennessee, I wonder if it’s possible it could be Calvin. There could be a connection. Maybe you would want for people to know who he was.”


“I would imagine Calvin would, too,” I suggested. “I wonder if his spirit is roaming. If that grave is even his.”


Chapter 33