A little info on Franny:
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.
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 worked together to capture the man, but neither of them realize they've lost their hearts to each other until it's too late...
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.
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