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

Patrick concurred. He was the next one to begin taking his clothes off. One shoe flew left, the other right. He whipped his pants down with grand flourish, and sent them flying, too.


Of all the things I had to be curious about in the historic dimension, I’d been wondering about underwear. Patrick’s were appropriate to the time, long johns, more or less, not all that different than the ones he’d worn as a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle, except without the boxers over them. Mine felt the same beneath my wool trousers.


Wasting no time in his head, Patrick whisked those 1860s drawers right off and threw them backwards up over his head. “Ah, freedom!” Running slightly ahead, then turning to face us, he showed no inhibition when it came to his erection. Still wearing a long-sleeved Henley-type of shirt, he pulled it to his chin, and then tucked it under, leaving his hands free to play a short beat on his hairy belly. “Pick up the pace, Goose. Last one naked is rotten egg.”


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