Would you make love online?
Many people
today meet partners online, some of them going so far as to find their true
loves, but there can also be danger when that happens. Imagine you have an
online lover who lives many miles away. Now, he talks you into cheating on your
husband. Is it your fault or his when you give in. The internet isn't always a
safe bet. Sometimes even putting an ad on a website to sell your spare bicycle
can lead to more than you'd hoped.
BIO
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While
writing The Web Cleanser, I thought about the consequences of online
relationships, and fell into the vortex of a story where love can be deadly.
You're cyber lover might not live as far away as he/she says. Stalkers can find
their victims on the web easily, getting more information about you than you
know. It's better for you to only put the minimal personal information in your
profile. Danger abounds in the world you can't see.
My
characters find out the true meaning of deceit when a killer lures them to
their deaths. It's up to two tough cops to find him. Ryland Sanders chooses to
be the bait, while her partner, Kane Nanuq tries to protect her from herself,
and the killer. Imagine yourself in a similar situation, and perhaps caution
will help keep you safe.
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, but he's not one to run. 
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 killer, but neither of
them realize they've lost their hearts to each other until it's too late...
Excerpt
Normally, Ry wouldn't give a care in the world about people
talking behind her back, but for some reason the gossip cut her deeply.
Glancing at herself in the mirror, she saw a bewildered, angry woman, who had
no friends, no family, and no one to talk to. For the first time since her teens,
tears pricked her eyes. Shocked, she watched in the mirror as they glistened
for a moment. Anger finally took over as it usually did when she became
vulnerable. Lifting her chin, and throwing her shoulders back, she swiped at
the offending tears, finally able to achieve the control she'd been missing all
morning.
Nobody—and she meant nobody—could hurt her! Not ever! She
gave her reflection a quick nod, squared her shoulders even more, and opened
the door with a bang, making her way back to her office at normal speed. This
time though, she took a moment to give the cops in the main room her best 'Go
ahead, I dare ya', expression. Not a soul would raise their eyes to meet hers.
With a sniff of distain, she opened her office door and entered her haven…at
least, it had been a haven until her current resident showed up.
Ignoring Kane, she sat back down, and noticed that her
computer ran smoothly. About to snarl at him, she found that he'd set a hot cup
of coffee down in front of her. Now how could you get mad at a guy, when he'd
given you the only saving grace of the whole morning? Deciding it best to keep
her mouth shut, she opened up a few files, doing her best to ignore the
aromatic brew. It took all of a minute before she gave in, and grabbed the cup.
When it sloshed on her pants, she squeezed her eyes shut, and waited for the
pain to go away.
Kane took the cup out of her hand, and used his clean hanky
to dab at the large stain on her thigh.
Releasing a loud 'whoop', she nearly came out of her chair at
his touch, but for his hand on her shoulder holding her down.
"Sit still," he said in a low murmur, continuing
his ministrations.
In a million years, she wouldn't ever admit to him or anyone
else, let alone herself, that his touch made her belly flutter with a swarm of
butterflies. Keeping her eyes on her computer screen, she did her best to
appear unaffected.
For a few seconds, he tapped the keys on her keyboard.
"There," he said quietly, then returned to his desk.
Angry that she'd found an interest in him, she snapped,
"I'm not going to thank you…for anything."
He smirked, saying clearly, "I don't expect you
to."
Author of
Romantic Suspense and Paranormal Romance, I love a good tale. A full time
author, I have plenty of time to work on my projects. I write, promote, and
daydream about my stories all day long, fitting in my chores and family in my
'spare' time. Writing has been a healing experience for me. Having Bipolar II
disorder, I go through hoops to remain focused, but I love to write and it takes
me away from dealing with illness. I've come a long way into good health
because of my stories. After all, my characters can do anything! There's no
reason I can't.
Franny
Armstrong
Love is to
DIE for...
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