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

I shushed him with my mouth touching his. “We’re on a boat. That song might be bad juju.”


When he switched over to the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles cartoon opening, sang at the same tempo, with the same Celine drama and bravado, I laughed, and not because of his off-key, mangled warbling, for a change.


“So, I’ve succeeded in wooing you with my musical prowess?” Patrick played in my hair, trying to tame its lack of style.


“You wooed me with historical facts about the Civil War the moment I laid eyes on you. You were and continue to be the sexiest six and a half feet tall leprechaun I have ever seen.”


“You know the moment I first fell for you?”


I listened to a cardinal trill before I answered. “When?”


“The way you frowned so adorably when you found out the term cracker line was pretty literal, I fell for you then.” Patrick tweaked the end of my nose.


“They weren’t even Ritz Crackers…not even graham. Not a Cheez-It or potato chip to be had. Poor Jefferson.”


Chapter 139