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?

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“Wow. That’s fascinating. I was on my way to a meeting, but I’ll have to be late. Let’s go back to my office.”


“My office…” That sounded promising.


We followed her past eight doors. The ninth was hers. The sign on the front read Margaret Marcum, Town Supervisor. She asked us to call her Maggie.


“Well, let’s see what we can find.” She sat at her desk, behind a computer, and motioned for us to sit as well. There were three chairs. I pictured Jefferson in the third. “There are no municipal projects dealing with tree removal. If someone said it was the town’s doing, I’m afraid they were misinformed.”


“Maybe I heard wrong,” Patrick said.


“It’s likely a private project. The riverbank is well populated with homes and businesses. Do you know the exact address we’re dealing with?”


I looked to Jefferson, to where I had imagined him sitting, if ghosts did in fact sit. “I don’t think there was an address when Calvin and I were there. It was just land.”


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