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

“Especially without the shirt and tie.”


“Long gone,” Patrick said. “I wanted to be ready for you.”


“Well, it seems I had better catch up. I want us to be together, just in case.”


“Or just because,” Patrick said. “Let me help you.” He slipped my shirt back over my shoulders, then got to his knees to unfasten the button of my jeans, now at eye level. “Have you ever love fucked on a boat?”


“‘Love fuck?’ We’re really going with that?”


“I like the sound of it.” Patrick locked in on my eyes. His finger, now still, resting just below my belly button, gave me a tingle a little lower down.


“I like it, too.” The jeans unfastened, I shivered at the sound of the zipper and the feel of Patrick’s knuckles sliding down the length of my cock along with it. “To answer your question, I’ve never even been on a boat before,” I said. “Unless I count a Civil War pontoon. This is better.”


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