Sunday, September 6, 2015

✰ Coming Soon From Greg Sandora: 'The Protector: Kingdom Of Heaven ✰





Synopsis: 
 In The Protector, Gabby is given an earth assignment that will put her angelic powers to the ultimate test. Gabby brings Bo from the peak of professional baseball straight into Heaven in this epic battle between good and evil. Ancient prophecies foretell Political Power rising from the worst evil imaginable. The second son of the beast manifests in a Presidential contender. A popular candidate destined to win the election. Funded by terrorism and the wealthiest people on the planet he walks the earth destined to rise to power and destroy mankind. Can Gabby and Bo defeat the most powerful evil in the Universe?

No miracle is too small when Bo takes a chance on a dream for pitching for professional baseball and his favorite angel, Gabby, returns to him. But not all is for the game with their latest assignment against an evil that will threaten the many and put his faith and conviction to the ultimate test. The Protector is a fun and lighthearted tale of following your dreams, and embracing all of God's blessings around us.
 
Gabby returns to prove that an angel's job is never done, as she recruits Bo again to help take on a new evil that will gain a dangerous and unstoppable position in the world if not stopped. Along the way, Bo will see unimaginable, glorious things that God has given humankind, all with the help of his angel friend. Fun and inspiring, Gabby will show you just how close we are to achieving countless miracles.
 
Bo's life has been on the right track since he last saw his angel, so he is pleasantly surprised to see Gabby again when she suddenly reappears at his tryout for professional baseball. Once again she pulls him into a fight against evil, bringing him into her angelic view of the world's miracles and tragedies, as he is pit against his greatest challenges yet.

Excerpt: 

When I returned I heard riotous laughter coming from inside the boardroom. My heart sank. Gabby wasn't in the waiting area. I panicked thinking she'd committed some kind of faux pas that was causing the laughter.

"Is she in there?" I asked the receptionist, "Did you see the young woman I was with?”

"Yes. They asked her inside. You can go on in."

I reached for the door, unsure of what blunder or misstep might have caused the hysteria. I opened it to find Gabby poised, confident and deadpan serious facing down ten men who were laughing like hyenas, pounding the table and begging her to stop.

I waited until Sam became somewhat composed before asking, "What's so hilarious?" The question started everyone laughing again.

On this go-around, one guy managed to laugh himself right off his seat. I watched as he attempted to reenter the chair using one arm while holding his belly with the other.

"This girl is a cutup, she told us, she told us..." Sam interrupted himself, "She told us that she loves Boston and...." He broke up laughing before he could finish.

"Uh-huh," I nodded to help him along. "What's funny about that?”

Gabby looked comfortable in her new role as an agent. She appeared professional and assertive. I worried that she had no experience dealing with professional negotiators, but so far she had them eating out of her hand. At least the laughter made the team of execs seem less intimidating.

Sam continued cracking up, "And, the last time she was in Boston was..." He had to stop and catch a breath. "1776! Shoot, I've got socks older than she is!" He reached for his belly. "She's a clown this one. Stunning too! Where did you find her? Bo, you must have been born under a lucky star with such a beautiful agent and a 103-mile per hour fastball." Sam stood up.

"Gabby, you told them you were here two centuries ago?" I couldn't believe she had done that and my disbelief was evident in my thoughts as I communicated with my mind.

"Yeah, I don't think they believe me,” Gabby's voice in my head sounded amused.

"Is this your strategy?"
"I figured I'd disarm them with laughter, and then go in for the kill.”

"What else did you say?”

Gabby still sounded amused and a little smug. "I told the boys about the time I met a ragtag group of colonists, ill-trained, poorly supplied, and practically broke, who vanquished the most powerful navy in the world to gain their independence.”

I still couldn't' believe it. "You said it like that - straight-faced, unreadable?”

Gabby nodded in my direction but spoke aloud to the V.P. "Actually Sam, Bo throws 105; you need to have your gun calibrated. It's 2 miles-per-hour off."

Sam nodded to a guy nearby. "Have that checked.”

I couldn't contain my curiosity so I continued to communicate with my mind. "Gabby, you've got me thinking now, how did the Colonies do it?"

I heard her reply in my head. "It was Timothy, he triggered weather conditions that stopped the British dead in their tracks near Long Island; otherwise you'd be a British subject now."

"Divine intervention, Gabby?" I wondered.

"Bo, a leaf does not fall without your Father knowing about it. You remember Timothy, don't you? He stirred the revolution and inspired George Washington in battle.”

"Of course. Who meets an Arch Angel and forgets?"

I remembered Gabby raising her wing to filter my eyes. Timothy had come to assist her, slaying a forty-foot leviathan, sending its charred burnt carcass down into a hellhole. The Arch Angel raised his finger and lit up the night sky, illuminating an army a million strong behind him. The most memorable thing about Timothy was his gleaming chest plate emblazoned with the handprint of God.

"Gentlemen, shall we begin?" Gabby inquired, motioning thru the window to Rebecca.
"Would you put this up on the video feed for me?" Rebecca got the gist and popped in the room to retrieve the zip drive from Gabby.

Gabby commanded the room with her presence as she introduced the video we were about to see. "I took the liberty of mixing some of my client's tryout this afternoon with some live footage of a recent Red Sox – Toronto game. You'll notice I substituted Bo Garrett for starting pitcher, right-hander De Le Rosa. I picked Ruby because in his last few trips to Fenway he's caused you some headaches, giving up only one or two runs each outing.”

Then the video began and Gabby lets the announcer's enthusiasm carry over her voice.
"What a game we've got going ladies and gentlemen! We're witnessing maybe the biggest story in baseball - the come out of nowhere, Toronto sensation, Bo Garrett. He's hurled no-hitters in his last two outings. Tonight we're in a beautiful and breezy Fenway Park to see if the lanky left-hander can do it again. Here's the windup, it's a swing, and a miss as the ball sails over the outside left corner retiring the side. A fastball does the job and we are at the top of the Fifth with Garrett showing no signs of tiring. That makes it a three – zip ballgame in favor of the Blue Jays."

Gabby pressed pause. "Has everyone seen enough?”

It was fun listening to the announcers pitch-by-pitch account. I wish she had let the tape play a little longer.

Gabby was warming up to her role as agent and negotiator. "In the interest of fair play I'm letting you all know I'll be sending this clip to the Baltimore Orioles, the Toronto Blue Jays, Tampa Bay, and, of course, the New York Yankees. That is, provided we can't make a deal. We'll want to give other teams a chance to bid.”

The room got tense. The executives began looking sideways at each other to gauge the reactions of the others.

"Gabby, you're tough!" I voiced internally.

Nicky directed a comment to me, "Bo, do you like Boston?”

That was an easy question to answer. "Sure I do. I'd love to play here, and working with you would be an honor.”

Nicky smiled as Gabby interjected, "It's simple, then, we'd like 300 million over ten years.”

"You can't be serious! That kind of money for a rookie player?" Sam bellowed. "He's thirty-five; we'd be gambling the future of this ball team on his production at age 45. What if he can't throw at 40; where will we be then?”

"That's not reasonable," one of the execs, sounded. The others echoed the sentiment. Like a Kangaroo court of yes men waiting for the wind to choose a direction, the rest chimed in.

Gabby was cool as ice. "Oh, not to worry, he's only pitching for five of those years.”

"That figures to 60 million a year." Sam leaned forward. "Young lady, you may be impossibly beautiful and used to getting what you want, but we're the Boston Red Sox. You can't march in here with demands like that. No one including the damned New York Yankees is going to pay that." He sat back in his chair indignant.

I was as astounded as they were. "Gabby, what are you thinking? I'd play for free. Why are you being so tough?" I continued our inner dialog.

"Bo, he didn't ask us to leave did he?" Gabby's voice seemed to smile inside my head. She sounded completely confident. "I'm using Sam's worst case scenario against him. Courtesy of his own mind, he's negotiating with his worst nightmare – himself.”

New tension peppered the voice I was hearing in my head. "Bo, I'm afraid we're going to have to wrap this up. I can feel an assignment coming on. Play along.”

"Alright, but I hope you know what you're doing?"

Gabby continued with her plan of attack. "Sam, gentlemen, here's our offer. It expires in ten minutes. Bo Garrett will receive 13 million for each of the next five years. You all know that's in line with what teams are paying for first round draft picks. Everybody, including the fans and the league, will be happy with that number. Moreover, when they see what Bo can do, you'll be heroes. The rest will be paid out in bonus money.”

I was awestruck as Gabby reeled off the deal.

"The bonus money is funded in equal installments after he's pitched three no-hitters each season. Sammy, you'll only hope you have to pay it."

Gabby was smiling from ear to ear as she added, "The bonus money will go toward building homeless shelters in and around Boston. The credit for the charitable giving will go to the Red Sox. It will be great PR, and since no one knows but us, the bonuses will not be subject to the luxury tax."

"We'll take it." Sam burst out of his seat to shake on it. "We agree to your terms in principle and we'll iron out the details. Bo, welcome to Boston."

"Thank you, it's a pleasure, Sir," I said, shaking his hand, then making my way around the room to shake other hands.

As I did, Sam took Gabby aside. "Do you have any other clients? I'm terrified you might be representing somebody else we want.”

“No, just Bo. No need to worry, Sam." She laughed.


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