Interview: Franny Armstrong

Franny Armstrong Author PicJen:  Today we welcome Franny Armstrong to Romancing the Book.  Franny, will you share a short bio with us?
Franny:  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.

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Jen:  Please tell us about your newest release and where the idea came from.
Franny:  Minx Juliette is book 2 of the Toxic Tango Troop series. It’s a military romance with lots of action and adventure. I love writing about the military, as I live near an air force base and am inspired by the sacrifices our soldiers make for us. I like to give them a lot of challenges to beat, and show how they live with intrigue and danger.

Here’s a short excerpt:

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.

Jinn?

Julie, I…

The man beside her moved, lifting his head. He pressed his palm on her forehead, and sighed.

“Still have the fever. Damn.”

“Lope?”

“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.”

“Who?”

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.

 

Jen: What what age did you discover writing? Tell us your call story.
Franny:  When I was ten, my mother told me to write down my feelings. I eventually started writing a book. I wish I’d kept the handwritten text. I recall some of the story, but it was a start into the world of writing.

Jen: Are there any other writers, published or not, in your family?
Franny: After I published my first book, my sister, known as Kali Willows, began writing. She fell as in love with it as I did. She has a number of short stories. You can see her collection of works at www.kaliwillows.com

Jen:  How do you remember ideas that come to you at odd times?
Franny:  I always carry a notepad with me, even on vacation. If I’m on the computer when the story ‘hits’, I open a Word document and start typing until I get it all out. I’ve got tons of notes that I never throw out. You never know when a story will strike!

Jen:  Who has influenced you as a writer?
Franny:  I have my favorite authors, but in reality, my mother did. Though she’s never written a book, she paved the way for me to. I also admire author Christine Feehan, whose stories keep me entranced so that I can’t put the book down, losing sleep and many other things I should be doing. I love reading a book I can’t put down.

Jen:  How do you come up with characters names?
Franny:  I love using unique names, so I go to a baby names site on the Internet and use the unique names. Sometimes my names have meanings such as ‘strong’, ‘fire’, and Phoenix which means dark red and is Greek. It’s fun to think of a name meaning and matching it with a name. Even Frances means Victory. Fun wow.

Jen: What’s next for you?
Franny:  Minx Juliette comes out in PRINT on March 17th. Once that’s done, I’m going to finish book 3, BLAQUE RUSSIAN. The story continues but for Darq and Tara who don’t get a long, at first. He’s in a race against time to get her to safety, but she doesn’t want to be saved. She’s an alpha female to his alpha male. Such steamy passion and danger.

 






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