Minx Juliette (Toxic Tango Troop Book 2) by Franny Armstrong


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Shot and nearly drowned, psychic Sergeant Julie Dennison is saved by a handsome rebel

leader who’s searching for his kidnapped son.

When Sergeant Julie Dennison is shot and nearly drowned, she’s saved by a handsome

Latino stranger who can’t wait to get rid of her. Wolf is a leader of a group of rebels, working

together to take down crooked cops in Mexico. He searches for his kidnapped son, and the man

who killed his wife. The problem is that he doesn’t want to give his heart away, and Julie refuses

to fall in love. Together they conquer the rainforest on a search for the Toxic Tango Troop, and

Julie’s twin sister, Jinn.

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.


Julie, I…

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


“Still have the fever. Damn.”


“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.”


His expression shuttered suddenly, as though he’d given something away. “I’ll be right


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.


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. Previously, Franny had ten published paranormal romance

books, but took them off the market when the contracts ran out to fine-tune her career as an

author. She hopes to find new homes for them.

Writing is her life now. Her main goal is to be a #1 Best Selling author and tour with

book signings.


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