Spock furrowed his brow while looking at his annoying mate.

“Come on then buggerlugs, what’s your book about?”

Stu tapped his fingers on the closed laptop looking smug, as Spock, looking irritated, asked. “Well, is it a twisty, turny, thought provoking thriller like James Patterson or John Grisham?”

Stu puckered his brow and squinted, “Nah, not exactly,” he said and grinned.

Spock looked miffed and sounded exasperated. “Well, do the words flow off the page like Hemingway or Bronte?”

Stu cocked his head to one side and waved his hand from side to side. “Hmm… well… no… not exactly.”

“Huh, don’t tell me its bloody science fiction,” said Spock and chortled. “Star Trek isn’t real you know and I doubt if you will be the next H.G.Wells or Terry Pratchet.”

Stu smiled and nodded. Spock’s eyes widened, and, sounding excited as if he had raw chilli on his or gonads… again, said. “Hah, I bloody knew it… it is, isn’t it?”

Stu chuckled. “Err… nope… not exactly.”

“Huh,” said Spock now feeling irritated. “Well I don’t care… you’re just taking the piss and being funny.”

Stu leaned forward, smirked, and said. “Ah har… exactly.”

When descendants of, Prince Siddhartha Gautama, the Buddha, arrive at the Royal Palace in Bangkok, it is Prime Master Pon’s duty to discover who is responsible for the murder of the other descendants, along with their age-old protectors. Pon assembles a team of combatant monks to track down the leader of a rising savage group of terrorists.

The fun begins when Spock and Stu join the team, and as usual, they find trouble. Even with our lovable rogues underfoot, the team uncovers evidence of a plot with worldwide implications.

Protector follows the hazardous journey through unfamiliar terrain as the team races the clock to stop further killings of their brethren, only to discover that things are not always as they seem.

Grab a copy of Protector today and find out how Spock manages to get raw chilli on his gonads in this hilarious final adventure.