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

Tiny little wooden spoonful after spoonful, they stood almost close enough for us to sense the cold from the ice cream and feel the brush of their huge hands as they went to their mouths and back down. If they were trying to intimidate us, it worked, but not enough to change a damned thing. Patrick stared back. With Jefferson’s touch to bolster me, so did I. Benji, though skinny as a witch’s broomstick, stood his ground—our ground—his arms crossed in front of his narrow chest, like a shield, daring them to take one more step.


They didn’t. It was over in a matter of minutes. With just one word, the one Phil had used on us the night before, they walked away, once their ice cream was gone.


“I wish I could arrest them for that,” Andre said. “They’re not the majority,” he told us. “Phil’s working alone today. Not one of his employees showed up.”


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