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

Lying back in his arms afterward, stretched out but still close, our cum and sweat, our hair and our flesh were all smooshed together, as the hands on the clock overhead tick, tick, ticked away time. I decided I had to draw him and climbed the stock ladder we’d played on earlier for a bird’s eye view.


“I wish I could draw,” Patrick said, lying on his back with his hands under his head. “You look amazing up there.”


The look of him made me smile. The green eyes, the glasses he’d left on during sex, the big ears their limbs curled around, and the perfect nose they sat on. His naked body reminded me of the statue of Poseidon in Copenhagen Port, all deep sculpted roundness with hard and soft fleshiness and muscle, much of it dusted or covered in orange. “Here.” I ripped off a sheet of paper that floated down to the bed once I’d released it, like one of the snowflakes outside. “Try.”


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