1. Tell us about your newest release.
Certainly! Minx Juliette is book two in the Toxic Tango Troop series. Julie is a hardened soldier and first officer to Tab (Toxic) McTavish, of an elite team of undercover soldiers. She's feisty, bad assed, a smart-mouthed woman who doesn't put up with anything from the villains. I like her so much! She's a woman on a mission, who never gives up. She doesn't need anyone to save her, but she appreciates the help from the hero.
Lope (Wolf)is a rebel, who lost his wife and child to a group of crooked cops. He wants revenge, but plays the game, acting like a drunk. He's searching for his kidnapped son, who has a strong psychic ability that is in high demand. The drug lord uses him for his supernatural skills.
With both Julie and Wolf having their own psychic abilities, together, they can be deadly.
2. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your story?
I do a lot of research when I write. I learned a lot about Mexico, as well as the rainforest. Sometimes I can actually envision myself living in that environment.
3. Do you have any interesting or quirks or rituals?
Chocolate! I tend to lean toward sweets when I write. A nice glass of wine is good too. As for other rituals, I turn the TV off, sitting in silence while my muses take control. It's a ritual, though a boring one for most people.
4. What authors or friends influenced you in helping you become a writer?
I read almost every book author Christine Feehan wrote. She inspired me to write about psychics. Her tales are filled with a fast pace, exciting characters, and plots that won't let you put the books down until you've read every word. I want mine to be just like that.
5. What does your family think about your career as a published author?
They love it. My husband says, 'Missouri'. When I asked him what he meant, he said, 'It means, show me the money!'. lol My mother is the only family member who reads my books. My daughter said she's afraid to know what goes on in my mind. What can I say?
6. Besides writing, what other interests do you have?
I do stained glass, I'm an artist, I knit, sew, and do a number of other crafty things. My favorite pastime is reading, of course.
7. Can you tell us what is coming up next for you?
When Minx Juliette comes out on March 17th in PRINT, I will continue to finish book 3, BLAQUE RUSSIAN. It's so exciting, that I can't wait to finish it.
8. How can readers connect with you online?
I'd love to hear from my readers. Let me know what you think of the stories!
My site: www.paranovelgirl.com
Love is to DIE for...
Thanks for having me on your blog. I appreciate it.
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. She charged 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.
Shot and nearly drowned, psychic Sergeant Julie Dennison is saved by a handsome rebel leader who's searching for his kidnapped son.
When Sergeant Julie Dennison is shot and nearly drowned, she's saved by a handsome Latino stranger who can't wait to get rid of her. Wolf is a leader of a group of rebels, working together to take down crooked cops in Mexico. He searches for his kidnapped son, and the man who killed his wife. The problem is that he doesn't want to give his heart away, and Julie refuses to fall in love. Together they conquer the rainforest on a search for the Toxic Tango Troop, and Julie's twin sister, Jinn.
Heat burned along Julie's side, and a hard lump pressed into her hip. One of her lovers, she couldn't remember who, must have fallen asleep after they'd had sex. That was one rule she refused to allow to be broken. At ten years old, she'd been separated from her family. She'd promised herself never to become attached to anyone, to protect her heart.
It hurt to stretch, but she wanted to, like a cat. As she opened her eyes to find darkness, Julie wondered where she was. Her bed-partner breathed deeply, and evenly on her neck, sending delicious shivers up her spine. His arm rested on her waist. When she moved, pain radiated from her chest, and reality came crashing back.
The man beside her moved, lifting his head. He pressed his palm on her forehead, and sighed.
"Still have the fever. Damn."
"Yes. Stay put. I'll get you something to drink. We have to cool you down, and get you well enough to move out of here."
"You seem to be in a real hurry to get rid of me."
"You are a danger to us all."
His expression shuttered suddenly, as though he'd given something away. "I'll be right back."
He lit some candles and left the bed, barely able to stand erect due to the low ceiling. Julie estimated he stood well over six-feet tall when not ducking, and his shoulders took up much of the space in the small room. His narrow, muscular waist drew her gaze, as did the bulge in his denims that pressed against her while he lay beside her. She bit back a grin when he adjusted his jeans and turned to leave. From the look on his face, he didn't appear to be thrilled with her effect on him.
A few moments later he came back, carrying a tray laden with a drink of juice, a bowl of stew, and some bread. He avoided her eyes and focused on feeding her, staring at her lips as they accepted the spoon. When he frowned, she smirked.
"What's so funny?"
"If I weren't weak as a kitten, I imagine you'd have other things on your mind than feeding me."
Startled, he looked at her this time. "Eat your food," he said, growling.
Julie gave a low, throaty laugh, and took another mouthful. His hand shook a bit, and he spilled some of the gravy on her chest. This time, she said, "Would you care to lick it off?"
To her surprise, Lope leapt to his feet, banging his head on the ceiling. She snickered and then bit her lip to stop it.
"What's wrong?" she asked with an innocent look on her face.
"You obviously can feed yourself." He turned and climbed the stairs, leaving her.
Hey, nice ass.
Lope stopped in his tracks, his back to her. Her chest hurt like crazy, yet she laughed aloud. He heard my thoughts. She watched as he disappeared upstairs. Once he'd slammed the trap door shut, she lay down and closed her eyes, exhausted, the dinner forgotten.