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.
CONTACT FRANNY ARMSTRONG @
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