Welcome Franny Armstrong, a fellow Breathless Press author, who is talking about villains today.
What kind of villain fears the hero and heroine?
If I were a villain, I’d be so mean. I’d make people a drink, give them some home-baked cookies and a nice warm blanket for when they are watching TV on the 75″ screen I provide. Yup, that’s me. Bad to the bone.
Do villains fear the hero or heroine? Not likely. They are straight up bullies who end up being cowards in sheep’s clothing. The only time they appear weak in the story is near the end of the book when our characters kick butt, but that’s okay, I suppose. After all, they probably weren’t breast fed.
Should I feel sorry for them? How about sympathetic? Ha! As if. They are plain old mean and deserve the story ending with them having egg on their faces. It’s great when there are more than one bad guy/gal in the story. Then we can pit themselves against each other.
Who are your favorite villains? If you’re the writer, what’s the worst scenario you can give them. Killing them with kindness apparently doesn’t work. I think my next villain is in for a surprise or two. I want to be the lean mean trouble machine for them.
Comment about how you would deal with a villain in the end of your book!
JINN& TOXIC – Toxic Tango Troop book 1
Romance and adventure go hand-in-hand when a set of identical twins with powerful psychic abilities work for the military. Sergeant Jinn Dennison goes AWOL when her sister, Julie, is shot and nearly drowned in a Mexican rainforest. When Jinn’s mistaken for Julie by her captain, she soon finds herself branded a traitor.
Tab, (Toxic) McTavish never would have believed Julie would ever betray the team, yet something was strange about her all of a sudden. Toxic Tango Troop’s mission was to take down a drug dealer by the name of Iceman, and get out of Mexico fast but a traitor in their midst has given them away. While on the covert mission, he tries to find his kidnapped sister, Tara, but Jinn wants to rescue her own sister whose life is in jeopardy.
Together, Tab and Jinn find keeping their hearts free harder than chasing after Iceman as they search the rainforest
After a long, uneventful day, Jinn was exhausted and tired of waiting for Tab to follow through on his threats. With no chance to get past his defenses and the team never far away, she remained captive.
There’d been no contact from Julie, but the mild pain in Jinn’s chest assured her that her sister was alive. They’d found few signs of humans passing, and the trail was getting cold. Many of the teammates were getting frustrated.
Jane Burgess, one of their female soldiers who they called Spitfire, was a prisoner of the enemy and that boded ill for her. From what Jinn had seen with Angel, the rebels were brutal with women.
Angel still hadn’t spoken more than a few words since her release. She’d withdrawn into herself as though to block out the world. Tab and Gonzales watched over her. Jinn studied Tab as he fed the woman and realized by the tender care as he wiped some meat juice off her chin with his thumb that he had feelings for her. A twinge of jealousy reared its green head.
Jennings sat down beside Jinn and studied her for a few moments before she spoke, the first of the soldiers to even acknowledge her since she’d been unveiled by Tab.
“I don’t know what’s changed about you or why all the lies, Dennison, but I want to tell you something; Don’t you harm the Captain or anyone else on this team, or you’re a dead woman whether you helped us or not. Understand?”
The serious frown on her face caused Jinn to realize there was more to the threat than simple protectiveness. “You’re in love with the Captain, aren’t you?”
A flush turned Jennings’ cheeks red as she stood.
“I meant what I said.”
Jinn nodded. “I’ll take that into consideration. As I said before, I’m not here to harm anyone. I have a job to do, and I’m going to do it with or without the help of TT&T.”
“As long as your job doesn’t jeopardize the rest of us, I’m good with that.” Jennings stood and moved off to sit with the others, leaving Jinn to her thoughts.
The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, and she realized that someone was watching her. She looked up and met Tab’s brooding gaze. Her lips tingled at the memory of his mouth on hers, his body mastering her on the ground earlier. She licked her lips unconsciously and nearly grinned when his eyes dropped to watch the movement. He might pretend to be impartial, but by the growing bulge in his pants, he was anything but.
Tab turned around and disappeared into the forest. Satisfaction was a sweet tool.
BIOGRAPHY FRANNY ARMSTRONG
Born in Toronto, Ontario, Canada, Franny Armstrong has written creatively since she was a child. Her mother always told her to write down her feelings and she did. When she was ten, she started writing and acting out plays in her garage for the neighborhood kids.
When she became ill in her forties, she used her writing skills to create stories that took her away. Living in the country with her husband and mother, three dogs, and two cats, she loves the silence when working on her books, when she can get it. With three full grown children and four grandchildren, she has a full life. Writing is her life now. Her main goal is to be a #1 Best Selling author and tour with book signings.