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: Hey, handsome. We’ll make them next Thursday. You in just an apron…


Patrick: Almost closing time. Can I call? Hearing your voice is like music to me still.


I picked up the phone after half a ring. Patrick was already singing, sweetly butchering the melody to “Here Comes the Bride” with made up lyrics. “Here come the grooms, Patrick and Goose. La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, moose.”


“I really should have thought that through,” he said.


“It’s a shame my name doesn’t rhyme with camel.”


“Right? Is my voice music, at least?”


More like nails on a chalkboard to everyone else, but to me, “Absolute perfection,” I told him.


“You’re sweet when you lie. I wonder if I’ll sing better as an angel, like Jefferson and Calvin. ‘Voice like an angel’ is a thing, right? Do they all sing well?”


Chapter 123