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

“You should probably open your eyes.”


He cut me off with a yank and a kiss once I was back on my feet. “I love it! Big man, big ring. I’ll wear it everywhere.”


I laughed, despite my swimming thoughts. Maybe I was the one who needed the pool floatie. “How?”


“Well, I’m not sure yet, but I’m never taking it off.” Patrick threw himself into me for another kiss.


“Shh.” I’d followed his glance toward the ceiling, even as I knew we knew better. “I don’t think so,” I said. “Your engagement ring is deflating. Cheap ass merchandise.”


“Hmm.” Out of air in no time, down at Patrick’s wrist now, the thing looked like a ruffle around his pajama sleeve. I was tempted to ask him to flamenco.


“We can make it work. This piece that’s hanging, the plastic where it shredded. Can you see?”


“Look closely.” Patrick brought it too close. It tickled my nose and my heart.


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