Spotlight for Heart in Hand
by Franny Armstrong
Heart in Hand is the first book
that Franny Armstrong has published with Three Worlds Press. Franny likes to
write about heroines with a tough edge and Heart is Hand is not different, she
combines romance, mystery and suspense, and a little humor, in her work. Never
one to have a dull moment, she writes to entertain and keep you on the edge of
your sear. All she asks is that you sit back and enjoy the ride!
Tagline: Together, they must battle an invisible killer,
or die.
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.
Can the two of them get over their
past to work together and find the killer, or will one of them lose their lives
to the serial killer out to ruin them?
Links:
Amazon: http://amzn.com/B00TY4YHAW
Other formats available March 4th
at Three Worlds Press: http://www.threeworldsproductionsllc.com/?page_id=65
Excerpt:
Since becoming a cop, she seldom
had reason to dress up. She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but she wanted
to look nice for Bryce, watching sensual pride glow in his eyes when he saw
her. She’d put on an emerald lace bra and G-string panties, along with garters
and black nylons that stopped at mid-thigh.
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 putting a glass 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.”
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.
Heart in Hand is published by Three Worlds Press. For
more information on this book or their other works please visit: Three Worlds
Press.
