About the Story:
In a series of terrifying events, otherworldly beings intervene to save innocent lives. The world community reacts with relief as they realize that angels may in fact exist, and they are diligently protecting us.
But there are those who would seek to stop what they feel is a threat against their livelihoods. How far will some go to battle the Guardians? Is the fairy tale over before it even begins?
Guardian Angels is a powerful and compelling story about the catalyst that has the power to unite society in the hope for a better future. The spark of hope is fragile—can it last?
Tell me about yourself. What’s a day in your life like?
Typically, I get up around 7:00 am. I’ve always liked an early start. I clear my email/twitter lists etc, then train. Usually I like to run/cycle/swim every other day. On in-between days, I do circuits and other “power-up” stuff. By 9:30 I’m at my desk to start writing, which I like to do until about 2:00pm.
After that, I’ll complete research – tidy what I’ve written for the rest of the afternoon – or do other stuff to relax and make sure I spend quality time with my wife.
When you were a child, what was your dream occupation?
I was strongly influenced by the “Space Race” of the 1960’s. That and my love of science fiction books & TV made my option pretty much set in stone. I always wanted to be an astronaut…and I still do!
Describe an incident in your life that’s helped mold you into the person you are today.
The death of my eldest child from Leukemia. It was terrible being utterly helpless to prevent my precious daughter from passing away. She had her whole life in front of her, and only managed to reach the tender age of 16. It really made me stop and think what I was doing with my life. I’ve had some very “dangerous” occupations. It made me appreciate more than ever, that family – and life – are extremely precious. If you want to do something well…do it…BUT, family comes first. The unexpected can come along, kick you hard up the butt and snatch them away from you when you least expect it. So don’t waste the time you have. It also helped me appreciate that when you’re in the position to help others in need, do it! You never know how far your assistance can go.
Who are your favorite authors?
Raymond E Feist, J.R. Rain, Tad Williams, Julian May, Trudi Canavan, John Grisham & Tom Clancy are authors I’ve followed for a long time. I like their styles. Although I’m starting to get into Laura DeLuca and Suzanne Collins lately too.
What are you passionate about?
Promoting the difficulties faced by the families of those in the Emergency Response Services (EMS, Police, Fire, etc,) who have been injured or lost their lives in the line of duty. They face a very unique kind of pressure, and I’m hoping to support them using the Guardian Series.
What would I find in your couch cushions?
My secret mustache collection! Every time my wife goes out, I select the most outrageous one I can find and wear it proudly about the house in my mankini! (Sometimes I have to wrestle the cats for them though – VERY annoying!)
What’s your biggest fear?
Being helpless to assist my family if they were being threatened…And chopsticks. (They banded together once and tied my fingers in knots – I wacs typing lyke thus fur weeksh).
It’s 10:00 on a Friday night. Where are you?
Hunting shadows in the dark. It’s an acquired skill.
What sets you apart from other writers?
I’m honestly in it to help others with any success I’m fortunate enough to generate. Thankfully, I have quite a simple eye. If my success can bring good fortune to the charities I want to represent – excellent!
We’re in a bar and I’m buying you a drink. What’ll it be?
The “entire top shelf cocktail”! You fool! (I hope you’re as appallingly bad as I am at Karaoke)…it’s going to be a long night J
What are you currently reading?
The Cliff – by Christie A C Gucker <---Excellent read, Andrew! I loved this novel!
How do you deal with rejection?
I stick my bottom lip out as far as it will go and hurl teddy from the pram. Seriously? I never took it personally. A few of the early rejection letters contained some great words of advice. I took it on board, refined my story and “ta-dah”! Once the Guardian concept was refined into what it is now, I began to write off again and got accepted by the second and third publisher I wrote to who didn’t mind multiple submissions.
Where did the idea for your novel come from?
Thirty years spent in the military and police force witnessing firsthand how disaster and tragedy can strike unexpectedly and rob us of everything that’s precious to us. I often used to think, “What would have happened if we could have got here sooner? Had the resources and/or technology to ‘undo’ the harm and suffering? What if we were capable of actually anticipating some of these events and deploying to them almost instantly?” That’s how the “Guardian Concept” was born. Over the years, I refined it into a journey that will be explored in a series of books I hope readers will continue to enjoy.
Do you have advice for aspiring writers?
Do your homework! Prior prevention and planning prevents poor performance. (An adaptation of military jargon). Don’t rush. Plan it, polish it. Get it down in writing and refine it over and over again. Make your concept/your slant/your idea stand out in a way that no one else has thought of.
What is the toughest criticism you’ve received as an author?
Because of my background, I became conditioned to write thoroughly detailed reports. However, that tendency to be overly verbose (wordy) can be off-putting to readers. Thankfully, I have had some great editors who have helped me machete the dross from my work, allowing the glittery stuff to shine through. J
What does your main character think about you? Would he or she want to hang around you as their author?
He’d think I was a thoroughly “good egg” and would definitely want to hang around with me! He would stay out with me all night – going both ways along the top shelf off the bar – and be a most excellent karaoke singer.
Who would play the starring role(s) if your book became a movie?
If he was still alive – Yul Brinner. Now? Vin Diesel.
If you had to choose one…which song would sum up your story?
My Immortal - Evanescence
If you’d like, provide an excerpt and/or back cover blurb:
Luigi decided to toast himself and his accomplishments again. Finding his glass empty, he rang the bell for a top up, and continued to gloat, firmly believing he was beyond accountability.
When the door to the study opened a few minutes later and Gianni, the housekeeper, came in with his favorite Black Pearl Louis XIII cognac on a silver tray, he insisted the old servant stay with him and drink to his success. “Come, Gianni, stay, celebrate with me. Good times should be shared with trusted friends.”
The gesture wasn’t missed by Gianni. At fifty-five thousand dollars a bottle, the cognac was one of the most expensive in the world, and he quickly poured a generous helping into two glasses. As he handed one to his boss, he paused momentarily to savor the bouquet of the blended flowers, fruits, spices, and the deep amber color of the aromatic liquid. “You’re looking particularly pleased with yourself today, young Sir. Good news?”
“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 stand deferentially behind his employer. He listened as yet more reports of the suffering caused by the missile detonations were announced. “That mess doesn’t look 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 your enemy’s attention,” Luigi replied. “You have to ensure they not only respect you, 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 must have been unable to hear his question. Turning in his seat, he felt a peculiar throbbing, tingling sensation in his teeth and sinuses. “I said ‘wouldn’t you agr . . . .’”
Luigi’s voice choked off in his throat as he caught sight of Gianni’s eyes. The distinctive, familiar, lazy old eyes of his long time employee seemed to be undergoing some kind of metamorphosis. Gone was the semi-vacant, un-focused faraway look he always seemed to display as he pottered about. Instead, Luigi was looking into the hardest, most piercing eyes he had ever seen, eyes that seemed to glow with an inner furnace to match the cold look of rage chiseled onto his face.
The shock made him drop his glass onto the carpet, spilling about three thousand dollars worth of the deep amber nectar.
Transfixed he watched as Gianni’s body straightened, grew, and bulked out. As the years fell away from his face, he realized without a doubt that he was going to fully shoulder the burdens his choices had wrought.
Before him stood his 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 as he did so, and Luigi found himself lifted into the air by some unseen force. He was 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 am Andrew, Guardian Lord of Shadow Operations. Did you seriously think you’d get away with something like this?”
Luigi stared defiantly back, fighting to overcome his shock at the Guardian’s presence, 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 knew you 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 us as frauds? Well, I really don’t know why you would think that. We never said or intimated we could be everywhere at once. The world’s a sad enough place as it is without you adding to it. All we are doing is trying to help people avoid as much heartbreak as possible.”
Andrew pointed to the repeat bulletins on the screens. “So, once the world finds out that all this was the deliberate act of some sick and twisted psycho who didn’t care how many suffered, just so long as he 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 Guardian across 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 to whisper in his ear. “And when they find out about your abilities, can you even begin to imagine how they’ll react to that? You worthless, spineless, pathetic little man. I really wish they’d let me play with you before we throw you to the wolves.”
“Fuck off, asshole, you don’t scare me.”
“Scare you?” Andrew smiled wickedly. “Oh no, Luigi, that’s not my job. That’s hers!”
The Guardian gestured behind Luigi at the same moment he let go with his telekinesis. Although Luigi only dropped about a foot, he crumpled to the floor, becoming acutely aware that the strange throbbing in his teeth was even more pronounced than before.
Turning, Luigi was met with a vision of such barely contained power and fury that he immediately soiled his pants.
Andrew squatted beside him. “Allow me to introduce you to the head of our investigations branch. This is Victoria, our Lord Inquisitor, and she’s very pleased to meet you after all the suffering you’ve caused.”
Victoria stood in front of the TV screens, wreathed in a visible static discharge that blew the circuits of all the electrical equipment in the office and 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 and turned from grey to white hot. Luigi shielded his eyes and cowered on the floor in his own excrement.
What a fool 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 they find out, eh?”
Would you like to say anything to your readers / fans?
Thank you so much for taking the time to read Guardian Angels. Although this book highlights the adventures of fictional superheroes, please be aware that every book sold actually supports the real life heroes of our EMS/Police & Fire Services who have made sacrifices in the line of duty.
Your assistance is greatly appreciated.
Where link-wise can your readers / fans stalk you?
As a writer, it can be difficult to find enough time in the day to get everything done. Would you like to share your favorite ‘quick and easy’ recipe?
When coffee fails – prioritize. Vodka is a must!
Do you know where I can get any “Viking” mustaches? My collection will be greatly enhanced :)
And thank you so much for having me here today. It was great fun. I hope you all enjoy my quirky sense of humor.
You bet, Andrew! As always, I appreciate your witty sense of humor. Thanks for stopping by! I wish you tons of success with your novel. You're welcome back to my website any time you'd like! :)
If you had the power to make a difference…would you?
Andrew P Weston was born in the city of Birmingham, UK and grew up in the towns of Bearwood and Edgbaston, eventually attending Holly Lodge Grammar School for Boy’s where he was School Captain and Head Boy.
He was an active sportsperson 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 of roles both in the UK and abroad.
In 1985 he became a police officer with the Devon & Cornwall Constabulary, and served in a variety of uniformed and plain clothed departments until his retirement in 2008.
Over those years, he wrote and illustrated a selection of private books for his children regarding the life of a tiny kitten, called, “The Adventures of Willy Whiskers”, gained further qualifications in Law and Religious Studies, was an active member of Mensa and continued to be an active sportsperson, providing lessons free of charge to local communities.
An unfortunate accident received on duty meant Andrew had to retire early from the police force, but after moving to the sunny Greek island of Kos to speed up his recuperation, he was at last able to devote time to the “Guardian Concept” he had developed over his years in the military and police.
When not writing, Andrew enjoys Greek dancing and language lessons, being told what to do by his wife, Annette, and hunting shadows in the dark.