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

“Do you recognize the spot?” I asked Jefferson.


We could see the water from where we stood, but it seemed so far away. The whole area was barely recognizable to what it was the night Jefferson and I had sailed our pontoons down the river. “It is.”


Patrick was looking up into the canopy overhead. I didn’t know an oak from a maple by its bark. I assumed he didn’t either. “Here.” He pointed upward. “Oak leaves.”


I shivered. “That’s your tree, isn’t it?”


Jefferson whispered, “Yes. I feel it. I feel Calvin.”


I walked around to the back. Sure enough, a big orange spray painted X marked the trunk. “Shit.”


“The chain and lock are in the car,” Patrick said. “I’m happy to take one for the team, if you don’t feel like being literally tied down for the foreseeable future.”


“No. We’re in this together,” I said. “All four of us. We’ll need the water we brought and Wilbur’s food.”


Chapter 46