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

“One more time around!” Jefferson hollered.


Though my legs were weary, and my arm was sore from linking at the elbows and swinging three grown men one at a time, I’d suck it up. It was, after all, Daniel and Jefferson’s wedding reception, a happy occasion on a day that was anything but in another place in time. Even if the party had dwindled to only four guests, the two grooms and Patrick and me, I was willing to dance all night, if the other three wanted to.


We stomped and hooted, swung some more, and staggered from just a little bit of whiskey. 1860s booze was hardcore. The kind Jefferson’s brothers supplied was strong enough to melt a horseshoe, I would have betted.


Our uncoordinated and rowdy version of the Virginia reel ended, however, when the newlyweds fell into one another and kissed against the wall of the barn that served as our reception hall. Whose barn was it? I had no clue.


“Maybe we should leave them alone, now,” I slurred.


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