Gregory J. Sandora
1. The first three heartbeats of the story are true. Seventeen years ago, when my son Canon was five years old, our family spent a weekend in Bar Harbor, Maine. The part about Bo lying on a picnic table looking over at his son is similar to what happened to me. Like Bo, I saw an angel staring back at me. Unlike the story, she didn't stay around to spend a couple of weeks on an exciting, unrequited love adventure with me.
2. The angel in the story, Gabby (short for Gabriella) is so divinely beautiful that Bo worries that she may attract too much attention when he and Gabby enter a hell-hole bar to save a young girl held against her will, in fact, my daughter and wife are the models for Gabby.
3. The book only required four or five edits. I have an amazing editor that helped with the process of getting the book ready to publish.
4. Friends read my stories and try to find things they recognize, and my family gives me the inspiration.
5. My first two books Jack Canon's American Destiny: He's All In! and Jack Canon's Women of the House: Love, Lust and Loyalty is my answer to the fifty shades phenom. They are packed full of sexy scenes with powerful women. I enjoy writing about the inner workings of the government, the plotting, romantic entanglements and corruption at the highest levels. Jack Canon is a hero that becomes president to fight the immorality of super-wealth damaging the United States.
Introducing...
Gabby Angel of God: Guardian and Messenger
A Supernatural Romance Thriller
Gabby, Angel of God is a Supernatural Romance Thriller that feels like falling in love again!
The story starts out with a young widower, Bo, raising two small children – in the time it takes for three heartbeats his life will change!
Ride along as stunningly beautiful Gabby, takes this human man on the no-holds barred adventure of a lifetime!
If you've ever lost a loved one this story is for you!
A story of Peace, Love, Hope, Charity, and the strength of Faith, you'll love Gabby, Angel of God. Gabby, is not only gorgeous, she’s powerful, and able to take on forces that would make powerful armies turn and run for their lives.
Gabby, Angel of God is a Supernatural Romance Thriller that feels like falling in love again!
The story starts out with a young widower, Bo, raising two small children – in the time it takes for three heartbeats his life will change!
Ride along as stunningly beautiful Gabby, takes this human man on the no-holds barred adventure of a lifetime!
If you've ever lost a loved one this story is for you!
A story of Peace, Love, Hope, Charity, and the strength of Faith, you'll love Gabby, Angel of God. Gabby, is not only gorgeous, she’s powerful, and able to take on forces that would make powerful armies turn and run for their lives.
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About Gregory J. Sandora's in his own words...
'I graduated with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently, I'm a professional manager and living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle.'
Extract: "Thank you Principal Mooney, Good morning fellow students, teachers – Whew! I’m glad to be here!" I’d heard a great speaker at a medical conference start like that once.
"I’d forgotten how loud you can all get!" I continued. That got another rise out of them. Kids began hammering their feet and howling at the top of their lungs. A couple of horn blasts went off. Old Eagle-eye Mooney made an obvious attempt to locate those responsible demonstrably darting his eyes about the room.
"When you’re young, it feels like this euphoria will go on forever!" I said, speaking from the heart. Kids answered by stomping their feet into the bleachers. Some were genuinely excited, others were enjoying the chance to be disruptive, but everyone was relishing the growing look of concern on the faculty faces. I motioned palms down for everyone to settle so we could begin. The teenager working the speakers took my signal deftly raising and lowering the music on cue.
"You know…last night I dreamed of what might have been, and woke to a certainty that never was."
"What?" Some wise guy hollered out, "Speak English!" A bunch of kids laughed, then more joined in. It did sound a bit metaphysical, that realization made me smile.
I figured I’d better consider the audience and tone it down or else lose them altogether. "Okay, I’ll get to it, but pay attention this may be something your principal and teachers may not like." A lull came over the crowd as if a bomb were about to go off.
"We are a school divided!" Everyone started looking around.
"Does anyone disagree with that? You shouldn’t because it’s a fact. I’ve seen it firsthand and it’s wrong. You think you have forever to get it right, hoping that someday you’ll be accepted and that you’ll be part of the crowd. Let me tell you the sad truth, for most of you it doesn’t happen. The whole four years will pass you by before you know it, and you’ll end up pretending you’re not angry, frustrated, and disappointed, but I promise you this - you’ll never forget High School. Stop waiting for things to improve. It’s time we make school better for all of us!" Kids were becoming deeply engaged, nodding in agreement.
"Do you know there are kids in this auditorium afraid to walk the halls for fear of being ridiculed, bullied, or worse? Let me ask you - Whose fault is that?"
Someone yelled out, "The teachers!" I scanned the cheerleaders and saw my Sally leading the squad, she like everyone else was turned toward the faculty to see how they were reacting.
She was amazing, I’d never seen her that young, at seventeen her bright freshness nearly floored me; it felt like falling in love at first sight all over again. My mind was racing, too fast to think clearly.
Sally turned back to face the squad and I got a glimpse of her finely shaped buns. My youthful libido was playing tricks on me; I tried to figure out, how she dared to sit on that. It’s like using a Picasso or a Rembrandt for a drop cloth. Then I realized the poor thing doesn’t really have a choice other than to stand up all the time. Anyway my new goal in life is to talk to her, but I remembered I was speaking to a crowd of kids.
"Sure," I answered, "it’s partly a failure of the administration, but students share some of the blame. We have to come together to build a community – think about it, in the very near future we’ll be the adults of Portland!"
More nods of agreement came from students not accustomed to hearing this kind of talk. "Face it; this is supposed to be the best time of our lives! At least that’s what your parents keep telling you. Are your memories going to be dreading entering school through the band hall? Most kids are afraid to be friendly with anyone outside of their little group for fear of being shut out themselves."
I turned to the faculty sitting behind me, "Educators, year after year you do nothing. Do you see it, or are you all just willing to go along for the ride? Are you just letting the bullying happen?" They looked uncomfortable, obviously unaccustomed to a student speaking to them this way.
"Listen, I’m not here to preach to you. The world is full of people who will tell you what’s wrong and there’s no shortage of opinion as to what to do about it. The true rarity is in finding people who will actually do something to fix it. And, by that I mean the situation we find ourselves coping with here." A quiet came over the auditorium as though the words had found their mark.
"This morning I speak to you about possibilities! Imagine what it would be like, if we did better. How much improved our lives would be if we treated each other with kindness. There’s a reason your parents try to live through you sometimes. I know it makes you mad, but think would you trade for their lives? Their long work days, waiting for weekends filled with chores, to do-lists, and family obligations?"
Today I challenge you to open your heart and make a friend. Many friends if your soul’s big enough. Find someone you might not have talked to before. Look out for each other - starting today, and make a school we can be proud of."
'I graduated with a business degree; owning and operating an Award Winning Franchise Fitness Center. Currently, I'm a professional manager and living in Florida with my beautiful wife and children, and following my passion.
Some of my other projects include a children’s book called Sammy the Sea Turtle.'
Extract: "Thank you Principal Mooney, Good morning fellow students, teachers – Whew! I’m glad to be here!" I’d heard a great speaker at a medical conference start like that once.
"I’d forgotten how loud you can all get!" I continued. That got another rise out of them. Kids began hammering their feet and howling at the top of their lungs. A couple of horn blasts went off. Old Eagle-eye Mooney made an obvious attempt to locate those responsible demonstrably darting his eyes about the room.
"When you’re young, it feels like this euphoria will go on forever!" I said, speaking from the heart. Kids answered by stomping their feet into the bleachers. Some were genuinely excited, others were enjoying the chance to be disruptive, but everyone was relishing the growing look of concern on the faculty faces. I motioned palms down for everyone to settle so we could begin. The teenager working the speakers took my signal deftly raising and lowering the music on cue.
"You know…last night I dreamed of what might have been, and woke to a certainty that never was."
"What?" Some wise guy hollered out, "Speak English!" A bunch of kids laughed, then more joined in. It did sound a bit metaphysical, that realization made me smile.
I figured I’d better consider the audience and tone it down or else lose them altogether. "Okay, I’ll get to it, but pay attention this may be something your principal and teachers may not like." A lull came over the crowd as if a bomb were about to go off.
"We are a school divided!" Everyone started looking around.
"Does anyone disagree with that? You shouldn’t because it’s a fact. I’ve seen it firsthand and it’s wrong. You think you have forever to get it right, hoping that someday you’ll be accepted and that you’ll be part of the crowd. Let me tell you the sad truth, for most of you it doesn’t happen. The whole four years will pass you by before you know it, and you’ll end up pretending you’re not angry, frustrated, and disappointed, but I promise you this - you’ll never forget High School. Stop waiting for things to improve. It’s time we make school better for all of us!" Kids were becoming deeply engaged, nodding in agreement.
"Do you know there are kids in this auditorium afraid to walk the halls for fear of being ridiculed, bullied, or worse? Let me ask you - Whose fault is that?"
Someone yelled out, "The teachers!" I scanned the cheerleaders and saw my Sally leading the squad, she like everyone else was turned toward the faculty to see how they were reacting.
She was amazing, I’d never seen her that young, at seventeen her bright freshness nearly floored me; it felt like falling in love at first sight all over again. My mind was racing, too fast to think clearly.
Sally turned back to face the squad and I got a glimpse of her finely shaped buns. My youthful libido was playing tricks on me; I tried to figure out, how she dared to sit on that. It’s like using a Picasso or a Rembrandt for a drop cloth. Then I realized the poor thing doesn’t really have a choice other than to stand up all the time. Anyway my new goal in life is to talk to her, but I remembered I was speaking to a crowd of kids.
More nods of agreement came from students not accustomed to hearing this kind of talk. "Face it; this is supposed to be the best time of our lives! At least that’s what your parents keep telling you. Are your memories going to be dreading entering school through the band hall? Most kids are afraid to be friendly with anyone outside of their little group for fear of being shut out themselves."
I turned to the faculty sitting behind me, "Educators, year after year you do nothing. Do you see it, or are you all just willing to go along for the ride? Are you just letting the bullying happen?" They looked uncomfortable, obviously unaccustomed to a student speaking to them this way.
"Listen, I’m not here to preach to you. The world is full of people who will tell you what’s wrong and there’s no shortage of opinion as to what to do about it. The true rarity is in finding people who will actually do something to fix it. And, by that I mean the situation we find ourselves coping with here." A quiet came over the auditorium as though the words had found their mark.
"This morning I speak to you about possibilities! Imagine what it would be like, if we did better. How much improved our lives would be if we treated each other with kindness. There’s a reason your parents try to live through you sometimes. I know it makes you mad, but think would you trade for their lives? Their long work days, waiting for weekends filled with chores, to do-lists, and family obligations?"
Today I challenge you to open your heart and make a friend. Many friends if your soul’s big enough. Find someone you might not have talked to before. Look out for each other - starting today, and make a school we can be proud of."
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