Please welcome Franny Armstrong!

The whole truth!

A number of years ago I became a published author. Even though I have written stories since I was a child, my works didn’t get published until early 2000. Illness held me in its grip and I didn’t get serious about it until I couldn’t speak. Bipolar disorder challenges people in different ways. When my speech and memory failed, the only way I could communicate was to point at something I wanted or write it down. It surprised me that I could pour out my heart into a story where my imagination expanded. After all, it was the only thing I could do.

It took many years for my psychiatrist and I to bring me back to my world so I could function. Agoraphobia struck and I couldn’t be near people I didn’t know, or I’d have a severe anxiety attack. I used to hide when someone was at the door, and I would run to my bedroom and close the door. In regard to answering the phone, I simply didn’t. It was a horrible time of my life…

The best thing now is that with my family and doctor, I’ve come a long way. I now write when frustrated, write when happy, write when I’m having a bad day, and simply write, write, write.

Have you ever had a time in your life where you withdrew from society?

My favorite motto is: Never Surrender! Never Give UP!

I live by that now. Ok, it’s back to edits for me. Enjoy this short excerpt from one of my books.

Authors Beware

Franny Armstrong

Brett had a tail. He'd been trying to shake the guy for a few blocks, but the man was relentless. Entering the lobby of Belleview towers, he looked around and saw an attractive woman waiting for the elevators near the back wall. She stood out from the others around her, drawing him toward her like a magnet. He had an idea of how to elude his tail and hoped she would go along with it.

She's really hot! Looks like a fun-loving girl, I hope she's game.

Taking another look outside, he saw the man coming up to the revolving doors. Moving quickly over to where the woman stood, he gave his plan a shot.

Nodding politely to her, he stripped off his jacket, rolled it into a ball, and threw it on the floor beside the potted fern.

"Excuse me, ma'am, but I'm in trouble, and I was wondering if you could help me out?" He pulled his baseball hat from his back pocket and put it on backwards.

Curiosity filled her gaze before she nodded. "Well, sure. If I can—."

Before she could finish her reply, he swept her up in his arms, and kissed her passionately. The woman was so stunned that she didn't react to his audacity, melting into his arms instead of fighting him. Her hands rested on his chest fingers tangled in his shirt

Distracted by the sexy woman in his arms, Brett found it hard to keep a close eye on his stalker. He was amazed at the passion the woman returned, nearly knocking him off his feet. Boy, she can light my fire anytime! Minutes may have ticked by, but he lost count, losing himself in her sensual mouth.

After the tail finally gave up and left, Brett continued the kiss, unable to stop. His pants were uncomfortably tight. Pulling her closer into his embrace, he nearly groaned as her body brushed up against him. She'd turned to liquid in his arms, sending shivers of desire up his spine.

He finally lifted his head and stared into her eyes. Her expression was dazed. Her emerald-green eyes met his with a bemused expression.

The elevator doors opened with a loud 'ding'. Regretfully, he let her go.

"Thank you, ma'am. You were very helpful." His voice was low and husky. Bending down, he picked up his jacket.

"Well, goodbye…" He started to say his farewell, but looking at her swollen, damp lips, he changed his mind.

"Ah, what the hell," he said, and kissed her again. It was a short, lip-smacking kiss. Then he nodded before he stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed on his grinning face.