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

“Has this so-called diary even been authenticated? Where’d you get it? Something like that should be in DC, in the national archives or something, under heavy guard.”


Well, there was something I’d never thought of.


“We have every reason to believe it’s genuine,” Patrick said. “It is part of an exhibit here in Tennessee. Not every precious artifact concerning American history is in Washington.”


“Look. A tree’s a tree. There are a thousand of them here, planted by who knows who. Maybe that one is from The Civil War, or that one, or that one.” Mr. Conehead pointed to three different trees.


“Cut down one of those,” I suggested. “This one is special.”


“I’m cutting down ten of them. Shade is nice, but down here by the river, we also need sunlight, otherwise things get really musty. The back of my shack keeps rotting out.”


“We’re sorry about that,” Patrick said. “We are, but this tree—”


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