Today is RELEASE DAY for Heart in Hand on all eBook sites.
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
seat. All she asks is that you sit back and enjoy the ride!
Watch for the print edition COMING SOON!
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?
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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
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.
