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

“For us. See, I could have gone with a dozen roses, but I wanted you to have more, like two dozen, ten dozen.”


Patrick chuckled. “We’ll get a pottery wheel and make some more with Calvin and Jefferson.”


I sang a bit of “Unchained Melody” and imagined shirtless Calvin, Jefferson, and Patrick taking turns sitting behind me while I worked in clay. “Nice.”


“Actually, the rose thing isn’t even my idea. I stole it from Calvin. I want to plant a rosebush for us out in the yard, one for every year we’re together. I put in a bid on the neighbor’s, the one who hated my serenade.”


“Uh-huh. We’ll have room for an entire rose garden, a hundred years’ worth of bushes. I’m hoping we can propagate them…hybrids, that are only ours. I assume it’s pretty hard, but we’ll try. The…the Gatrick Rose, or the Poose.”


The way I scrunched my face was a dead giveaway as to what I thought of Poose.


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