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

“If that’s true,” Calvin told him, “there are ways.” Calvin explained his wish to bring people up north. “People like me,” he said. “Men, women, and families who had it nowhere near as good as I, and still don’t. We’ll need jobs for them, shelter, and friendly faces. Much of the south is mired in resentment and unmitigated aversion right now. I want to get as many as we can out of it.”


“I’m willing to help in any way I can,” Thomas said. “We may not always have extra, but we always have enough, and that means we can share. I promise you,” he went on, “there is more good on Earth than bad.”


Thomas was invited to join us in merriment. We imbibed in hard cider and venison, with anticipation building, at least in my tummy, for the loaves of homemade bread Myrtle had lined up in the kitchen to rise.


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