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

“I don’t know how much work I’ll get done with you here,” I said, taking turns stroking Patrick’s red beard and Wilbur’s head, “but I wouldn’t mind the company.”


“I’ll wait until it slows down a little, and then head out.”


Patrick dropped by at the start of my shift several times a week. He lived about thirty minutes away and ran his own pharmacy. His workday was supposed to last from eight in the morning to seven at night, but as he’d said more than once, “Being your own boss isn’t an eight hour a day job.” After working the counter, he still had all the ordering, record keeping, inventory, plus what he referred to as “etcetera, etcetera” to do. Patrick was a people person. He enjoyed interacting with his customers, answering questions, and helping them in any way he could. That and the etcetera kept him at O’Hanlon’s Pharmacy way later than seven o’clock many nights.


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