The AuthorAndrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, in the UK and grew up inthe towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston. He eventually attended Holly Lodge GrammarSchool for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy. He was an activesportsperson for the school, college and a variety of rugby, martial art,swimming and athletics teams throughout the city. On graduation in 1977 he joined the Royal Marines fulfilling a number ofspecialist roles both in the UK and abroad. In 1985 he became a police officerwith the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety ofuniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.
Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for hischildren regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, The Adventures ofWilly Whiskers, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, wasan active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providinglessons free of charge to local communities.
An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early fromthe police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed uphis recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the GuardianConcept he had developed over his years in the military and police. When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being toldwhat to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark. He also has amagnificent mustache collection.
Andrew is now contracted to Pagan Writers Press for three books.Fairy Tail, isa short, but dark and gritty erotic paranormal/thriller with a twist. Thesecond book, Guardian Angels is the introductory book to the GuardianSeries, a sci-fi action/adventure epic set in the near future. The latest shortstory, Blood Moon, is a paranormal action/thriller set in the jungles ofSouth America. Further work on the Guardian Series and a newparanormal series, The Cambion Journals, has been completed and willhopefully be published during 2013.
Book Blurb In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to saveinnocent lives.
The world community reacts with relief as they realize that guardian angels mayin fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.
But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat againsttheir livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairytale over before it even begins?
Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that hasthe power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hopeis fragile—can it last?
Excerpt
Luigi decided to toast himself and his accomplishments again. Finding his glassempty, he rang the bell for a top up, and continued to gloat, firmly believinghe was beyond accountability.When the door to the study opened a few minutes later and Gianni, thehousekeeper, came in with his favorite Black Pearl Louis XIII cognac on asilver tray, he insisted the old servant stay with him and drink to hissuccess. “Come, Gianni, stay, celebrate with me. Good times should be sharedwith trusted friends.” The gesture wasn’t missed by Gianni. At fifty-fivethousand dollars a bottle, the cognac was one of the most expensive in theworld, and he quickly poured a generous helping into two glasses. As he handedone to his boss, he paused momentarily to savor the bouquet of the blendedflowers, fruits, spices, and the deep amber color of the aromatic liquid. “You’re looking particularly pleased with yourself today, young Sir. Goodnews?” “It’s the very best of news, Gianni, and one that appears to be maturing with age.”He replied without looking away from the screens. The old housekeeper tossed down his drink in one and shuffled to standdeferentially behind his employer. He listened as yet more reports of thesuffering caused by the missile detonations were announced. “That mess doesn’tlook like there’s much to be happy about, Sir. Surely that doesn’t please you,does it?” “Aah, Gianni, sometimes, when you need to make a point, you have to catch yourenemy’s attention,” Luigi replied. “You have to ensure they not only respectyou, but fear you. I’m pleased because I’ve done just that. Wouldn’t you agree,my old friend?” When no reply was forthcoming, Luigi naturally assumed the old housekeeper musthave been unable to hear his question. Turning in his seat, he felt a peculiar throbbing, tingling sensation in histeeth and sinuses. “I said ‘wouldn’t you agr . . . .’” Luigi’s voice choked offin his throat as he caught sight of Gianni’s eyes. The distinctive, familiar,lazy old eyes of his longtime employee seemed to be undergoing some kind ofmetamorphosis. Gone was the semi-vacant, un-focused faraway look he alwaysseemed to display as he pottered about. Instead, Luigi was looking into thehardest, most piercing eyes he had ever seen, eyes that seemed to glow with aninner furnace to match the cold look of rage chiseled onto his face. The shock made him drop his glass onto the carpet, spilling about threethousand dollars worth of the deep amber nectar. Transfixed he watched asGianni’s body straightened, grew, and bulked out. As the years fell away from his face, he realized without a doubt that he wasgoing to fully shoulder the burdens his choices had wrought. Before him stoodhis own personal living nightmare made flesh, dressed from head to toe in black.Instantly he felt the fire rising within him, straining for release. The Guardian stepped forward, making the barest of gestures with his finger ashe did so, and Luigi found himself lifted into the air by some unseen force. Hewas held motionless, helpless as a puppet awaiting the commands of his master. Nodding at the screens, the Guardian spoke. “Allow me to introduce myself. I amAndrew, Guardian Lord of Shadow Operations. Did you seriously think you’d getaway with something like this?” Luigi stared defiantly back, fighting to overcome his shock at the Guardian’spresence, and surprised at the lack of access to his ability. “Do what you want, asshole, at least the world sees you as the frauds I knewyou were!” he hissed. “Do what I want? I’d love to, but unfortunately my boss won’t let me.” Luigi stared impotently back at his nemesis as he strolled closer. Once he was standing in front of him, the Shadow Lord said, “As for exposing usas frauds? Well, I really don’t know why you would think that. We never said orintimated we could be everywhere at once. The world’s a sad enough place as itis without you adding to it. All we are doing is trying to help people avoid asmuch heartbreak as possible.” Andrew pointed to the repeat bulletins on thescreens. “So, once the world finds out that all this was the deliberate act ofsome sick and twisted psycho who didn’t care how many suffered, just so long ashe could score some points, how do you think they’ll react to you, Luigi?” The point struck home. Luigi struggled in an attempt to slap the Guardianacross the face, to do something to help vent the building fury inside him. Helpless, he continued stewing as the Guardian moved so close he was able towhisper in his ear. “And when they find out about your abilities, can you evenbegin to imagine how they’ll react to that? You worthless, spineless, patheticlittle man. I really wish they’d let me play with you before we throw you tothe wolves.” “Fuck off, asshole, you don’t scare me.”“Scare you?” Andrew smiled wickedly. “Oh no, Luigi, that’s not my job. That’shers!” The Guardian gestured behind Luigi at the same moment he let go with histelekinesis. Although Luigi only dropped about a foot, he crumpled to thefloor, becoming acutely aware that the strange throbbing in his teeth was evenmore pronounced than before. Turning, Luigi was met with a vision of such barely contained power and furythat he immediately soiled his pants. Andrew squatted beside him. “Allow me to introduce you to the head of ourinvestigations branch. This is Victoria, our Lord Inquisitor, and she’s verypleased to meet you after all the suffering you’ve caused.” Victoria stood in front of the TV screens, wreathed in a visible staticdischarge that blew the circuits of all the electrical equipment in the officeand made the hairs on Luigi’s arms and head stand on end. Her eyes, so similar to those of the Shadow Lord, intensified in luminosity andturned from grey to white hot. Luigi shielded his eyes and cowered on the floor in his own excrement. What afool I am. He thought. In reply to his thoughts, the Shadow Lord said, “Yes Luigi, what a murderous,cowardly fool of a man you are. I think the whole world will agree when theyfind out, eh?” Author Links:
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