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 was on my phone, still trying to find information on the Goodacre family tree, a way to tie Calvin to the Porters other than his ghostly word of mouth, when a text came. To my surprise, it was from Tom’s brother apologizing for the actions of someone else. Trying to come up with a proper reply, I was saved momentarily, when Shelby arrived with my sketchpad and pencils, some underwear, and most importantly, Wilbur.


“Hello, my little Willy Wonka!” His kisses were better than anything coursing through my veins from the IV. He was gentle, and somehow knew exactly where to step, even while filled with unbridled excitement. If I could talk to ghosts and angels, maybe I could talk to animals. Dogs, maybe cats, too, had a sixth sense it would be great to tap into.


“Well, Uncle Max, it’s official,” Shelby said. “The doctor says I’m six weeks along.”


“You’re going to have a little cousin, Wilbur. How about that? And everything’s okay?” I asked.


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