Veteran Author Franny Armstrong drops by and promotes her latest release,
The Web Cleanser.
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.
Blurb:
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...
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.
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