Thursday, July 30, 2015

Franny Armstrong

Living Love-eeta


Love is a strange thing. It seems that when the characters in a novel love someone, it's with all their hearts, and they tend to shy away from it in the beginning. Let's face it, love can hurt, and placing yourself in a position to be open to it isn't easy!
When giving your heart to others, there are no bounds. You can't tell how deeply you'll love a person when you open your feelings to them. The worst one is unrequited love. Imagine, if you will, loving someone who doesn't, or can't, return the feelings. That leaves you open to pain.
When someone loves you though, and you don't offer your heart to them, the relationship can be rocky, at best. What is it that allows both parties to share a sentiment? Is it something that binds you both, that nothing can put asunder, or is it the rock which the heart sits on?
Chemistry not only happens in a lab. The love of two people who share that magnetic attraction can be blissful, or painful. Does it truly affect your life if you love a person who shares the sentiment? I think so. Being alone can be heartbreaking, yet sharing your heart with another can uplift your spirit, or take you down.
Two things that can bring lovers together, or rip them apart, are trust and loyalty. Without these two precious elements, love stinks. What would happen in your stories if your characters loved each other, yet didn't have the two things that can cement a relationship? I think that without them, you chance heartbreak.
Why stay together if your heart just isn't in it? Especially having children in the mix, loving others who hurt you emotionally or physically is a terrible way to live. Some people stay together 'for the children', yet I've known many people who've suffered even more when living with someone who can't, or won't, share their heart. The children hurt the worst in the deal.
My characters tend to revel in their shared emotions, but not until they've been through the ringer with someone who wasn't the right person. You and you alone know in your heart if the senses are shared. Let your heart open when you trust and respect a person, and you could find true bliss. That's not saying that every day is a fountain of bliss, but allowing yourself to share in this essential element can make your life worth living.
Do you share a relationship equally? Staying together when you're missing the most important emotions in life just isn't worth it. Love with all your heart, and you'll learn to trust and share in a blissful union. Best wishes for that.

The WEB CLEANSER
by
Franny Armstrong


Ryland Sanders is a feisty, no-nonsense cop who protects her heart with her smart mouth. She has no friends, and every partner she's ever had gave up on her long ago. When paired with a new cop, Ry pulls out all stops to get rid of him.
Kane Nanuq is from the Northwest Territories on Baffin Island. He's tracking a serial killer who murdered his wife and children. When he meets Ry, his carefully planned revenge is altered. She wants to become bait, but Kane wants to protect her. She cracks open his carefully guarded heart, even as she loses hers.
The duo work together to capture the man, but neither of them realize they've lost their hearts to each other until it's too late...

EXCERPT
As a detective, she didn't wear a uniform. The form-fitting black pants gave the impression of a narrow waist, while the tucked in t-shirt clung to her shapely body perfectly. The leather holster and gun strapped tight around her chest accentuated her breasts. He noticed that she hunched her shoulders forward slightly in an attempt to conceal them. Since she came up to his shoulder in height, he figured she stood approximately five feet, nine inches tall.
Acting as though she noticed him for the first time, she turned to face him, her eyes widening slightly. He could still see the anger burning in them, and waited patiently for her to vent. She surprised him when she spoke to him with the patience of a kindergarten teacher, talking to children. The sarcasm only showed in her simmering gaze.
"The box in front of you is called a computer. I doubt you have them at the North Pole, but here we use them to document our cases. Perhaps you'd prefer to use the drawing board. We have some pretty colored markers there. Do you have any questions, Nanuq?"
Studying her in silence for a long moment, he finally nodded. "First of all, are you this rude to everyone you meet, or did you save it up for me? Send a detailed list of every scrap of about the case to my inbox. I trust my email account is already set up?"
She seemed surprised when he remained calm and casual about her behavior. When her lips curved upwards, he knew her grin was a fake.
"I already sent you the information before you came in here," she said with a purr, turning back to her computer.
Logging onto his computer, he opened his email account, and saw that she'd told the truth. Opening one file after the other, he read them quickly until he came to the final message. Oh, are you still here, Detective? Her sour attitude would have been enough to send anyone into a rage, but he simply emailed her back.
Enough fooling around, Detective. Let's get some work done.
Pushing the send button, he waited a moment until he saw she'd opened the email. When her gaze flew over to meet his, she appeared to be ready for a battle. She seemed disappointed when he looked away, and became engrossed in his work.
The battle lines had been drawn.

Franny Armstrong Bio
Franny Armstrong is a mother of three and a grandmother of four. Her husband supports her imagination and has the patience of a saint. She’s been writing since she was a child, creating plays to act out in front of the neighborhood children, charging them five cents admission to join her in the family garage for the play.
Since 2002, after a serious breakdown, Franny had to express herself on the computer since she couldn’t speak, everything coming out gibberish at that time. She’s slowly healed to the point that she can function fairly well. Writing was the best medicine for her and still is.
Franny loves to write about rainforests and Caribbean islands rather than about cities. Her characters are well rounded and share her wacky sense of humor.

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