When heroes beat the odds.
Cancer! There, I said it. Having had it myself, I know the fear and pain associated with it, however, I beat it 26 years ago. Now, I've known and lost so many people from the disease, that I stopped counting long ago. Cancer affects everyone. If you haven't had it, you probably know someone who has, or does.
My beautiful niece just shaved her head to beat the balding that happens during Chemo. She's beautiful with or without hair. Taking it one day at a time and never giving up the fight is the only way to beat it, or pass on, knowing that you did your best to win.
This disease is the worst! Have you ever read a book where the hero or heroine had to battle disease? Do they win in the end, or fade like a blossom? The best thing about writing is that your characters can overcome any challenge. My psychic ability characters have ultimate skills that will keep you enthralled. It's great to be able to live in a world for a short time where magic-like skills keep people healthy, and take down life's greatest challenges.
I'm going to write my next book in honor of my niece. She's a fighter, and will win this challenge one way or another. We all love and support her. It's difficult when we can't see her in person for fear of giving her germs, which can effect her low immune system, but we're with her on Facebook, on the phone, and in spirit. She's a brave woman who's been through a lot in her thirty years. She goes into anaphylactic shock when in contact with nuts, so I told her she should stay away from her favorite aunt. That would be me. I'm as nutty as they come, I think.
Sassa, we're rooting for you all the way. To people who every day have to keep up the fight, know that you are not alone.
HEART IN HAND
Daphne
Wilcox is a tough as nails cop, determined to stop the Heart In Hand killer.
She has a history with Bryce that she can't fight. She left him because he was
a daredevil, and she keeps her feet on the ground, working by the book.
Trigger is
her canine partner, ready to give his life for her.
Detective
Bryce Ramsey softens her edges. Framed for murder, he must depend on Daphne to
prove his innocence. He still loves her, and can't help but want her back,
giving up his daredevil ways.
Together,
they must battle an invisible killer, or die...
Frustrated that
she couldn’t do up her zipper, she finally gave up. She brushed out her long,
amber-brown hair one more time, leaving it down. Checking her makeup, she
nodded in satisfaction. The eyeliner made her baby-blue eyes stand out. She
regretted that she had to give in and ask for help.
Opening the door
to the hall, she called out. “Bryce?”
“Yeah?”
“I need you for a
second.”
“Sure. I’ll be
right there,” he said, still in his bedroom.
Taking one last glance
at her room to make sure to leave it tidy, she turned off the light and walked
to the kitchen to wait for him. While she'd put the dishes away, she heard a
long, slow whistle.
A twinge in her
back stopped her from lifting a glass up to put in the cupboard. Bryce stood
beside her in an instant, taking the glass and finishing the job, to her
annoyance.
Then she caught
his scent, freshly-washed male: shaving cream, soap, and laundered clothes. For
once, Daphne remained speechless.
She kept her head
down and stared at the counter, her fingertips touching the edge but staying
completely still, waiting…
“You wanted me?”
“I never said
that!” she protested, then realized what he meant. “I mean, I need help doing
up my zipper, that’s all.” Her face flushed with heat, which only stirred her
temper.
He slowly began
zipping her up, moving her hair away from the nape of her neck, his fingertips
brushing over her delicate skin. His warm breath whispered over the sensitive
skin on her neck, and she shivered.
Thinking he'd
finished, she pulled away, but he’d blocked her in against the counter and
spoke close to her ear.
“Wait. I have to
finish with the clasp.”
“Hurry up,” she
snapped, her voice throaty and sexy.
When he was done,
he stepped away, and went back to his room, leaving her shaking with need.
“One of these days,
I’m going to kill that man!” she grumbled. All week long, Bryce made subtle passes
at her, but then he’d simply walk away like nothing happened. It drove her
crazy!
Clearing her
throat, she yelled, “Hurry up, we’re going to be late!”
“I’m ready and
waiting for you,” he said, leaning on the doorjamb.
Rolling her eyes,
she picked up her coat about to put it on, but he took it from her and helped
her into it.
“Since when do you
have manners?” she grumbled.
“I’ve always had
them. I just never used them.”
“Don’t I know it?”
Turning to Trigger,
she bent over to pat him.
“This is one party
you’re going to have to miss, pal. Sorry.”
“Lucky dog,” Bryce
said as they walked to the front door.
“Why?”
“Because, you’re
always nice to him. You’re seldom nice to me.”
“You don’t deserve
it. He does.”
Bryce slipped on
his coat and shoes, and followed her outside to the SUV. She insisted on
driving and barely waited for him to buckle up his seatbelt before she barreled
down the road at a fast clip.
“Why don’t I
deserve it?” Bryce asked.
“Because,” she
said, leaving no room for discussion.
“Tried without a
jury. Nice.”
“You’ll get your
jury in the new year, Ramsey. One trial at a time.”
BIOGRAPHY
FRANNY ARMSTRONG
Born
in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Franny Armstrong has written creatively since she
was a child. Her mother always told her to write down her feelings and she did.
When she was ten, she started writing and acting out plays in her garage for
the neighborhood kids.
When
she became ill in her forties, she used her writing skills to create stories
that took her away. Living in the country with her husband and mother, three
dogs, and two cats, she loves the silence when working on her books, when she
can get it. With three full grown children and four grandchildren, she has a
full life. Writing is her life now. Her main goal is to be a #1 Best Selling
author and tour with book signings.
