Rannigan’s Redemption Part 1: Resisting Risk is coming out on Tuesday, December 8 and will be available at Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, and Smashwords.
The story is a smart, sexy romance about handsome, roguish attorney Michael Rannigan and Maggie Flynn, the smart, spunky redheaded law school grad he hires to work at his firm.
Here is the first excerpt I’m releasing. Enjoy!
They both laughed as Michael removed his jacket and loosened his tie, placing the jacket on the back of the chair beside him. He flagged down a waiter and quietly said something Maggie didn’t catch. The waiter nodded. “I’ll be right back, sir.”
Michael motioned to a chair beside him. “Come, relax.” As Maggie moved to Michael’s side of the table, the waiter returned with a bottle of wine and two glasses. He opened the wine and offered it to Michael.
“That’s fine, thanks, I’ll take it from here,” he said, handing the man a generous tip. Michael poured as Maggie sat beside him, their chairs facing each other.
She leaned an elbow on the table. “That’s some service,” she commented.
He shrugged. “You just have to ask nicely,” he said. “Too many people behave like assholes. Everybody likes to be treated with courtesy.”
They sipped without speaking for a while, enjoying the music from the other end of the tent. Maggie spoke up. “The Murphys and the Methenys were very charming. I liked Pam and Renee.”
Michael nodded. “Yeah, they’re good people. Although the girls looked like bored house fraus out for a night on the town.”
Maggie let out a surprised laugh and playfully slapped his arm. “They did not, they were lovely!”
“Just calling them like I see them,” Michael chuckled.
“Well I thought they were sweet. And it’s sweet they had to get home to their kids. They’re such nice families.”
Michael rolled his eyes. “Don’t tell me. Mary Margaret Flynn aspires to be a member of the Dowdy House Frau Club. Ah, yes, the white picket fence, the 2.3 kids, the cocker spaniel. You’d give up your career and move to the suburbs?”
Maggie blinked and spluttered, “The what? I don’t…I mean you can’t just…”
He laughed heartily. “Okay, Mags, don’t blow a gasket. I’m just pulling your chain.”
“I’m not talking about giving up my career or moving. People raise families in the city. They do it all the time. Don’t you want all that? You know, a home, a wife, kids. I mean, sometime, not now. But seriously, Michael. You mock all that like it’s pointless.”
He shook his head gravely. “No. I absolutely do not want that. I like my life just as it is. I come and go as I please. I spend my money as I please. If I want to go out, I do. Otherwise I stay in alone.”
She regarded him seriously. “But you don’t want to grow old alone. Don’t you want someone to be there for you when life gets difficult?”
“I would think you of all people would get it,” Michael said, draining his wine and pouring another glass. “People let you down. They leave you and you have to fend for yourself. It’s just easier this way. You know what you’re getting.”
“Being alone in the world was never my choice. And I hope to find someone to build a life with, to create a family with, if only to do better than what I had growing up,” she replied passionately.
“Your date tonight is an unconscious gay guy. And how are you doing on that family thing?” he asked darkly.
Maggie swigged the rest of her wine. “Well, it’s easier said than done,” she acknowledged quietly.
They drank in silence for a while, the mood between them soured.
“You know, Dan likes you,” Michael offered.
Maggie laughed. “He doesn’t.”
“He does. He told me so. Asked me if it would be breaking firm policy to ask you out.”
“I wouldn’t go out with him,” Maggie said firmly.
“Why not?” Michael wondered. “He’s a nice guy.”
“He’s a very nice guy. I’m just not attracted to him. It wouldn’t be right,” she answered.
Michael shook his head, bewildered. They settled into quietly listening to the music as they sipped their wine.
Recognizing the intro to the next song, Maggie cried out, “Oh! Moon Dance! I love Van Morrison.”
Michael gave her a sideways glance and held out his hand. “Come on, Mags. Dance with me.”
She took his hand as he helped her to her feet and she giggled self-consciously, her several glasses of wine causing her to wobble a little as they walked to the dance floor. He turned to face her, placing his right hand on the small of her back and holding up her right hand in his left.
Maggie giggled again. “So formal, Mr. Rannigan,” she smiled up at him.
He crooked an eyebrow at her. “I’ve had lessons, Ms. Flynn.” They began moving around the dance floor, swaying to the beat of the music. Michael crooned along and made Maggie laugh by spinning her several times then pulling her close. At one point he suddenly dipped her backwards, causing her to whoop in surprise. Nearby dancers applauded as he pulled her back up and held her to him. He could feel her heart pounding as she caught her breath.
“God, you smell good,” she whispered against his neck.
“That, Ms. Flynn,” he teased, “is because I showered and put on clean clothes today.” His wit was rewarded by Maggie’s laughter.
Van Morrison finished moondancing and he was replaced by Eric Clapton singing about a woman who looks wonderful tonight. Maggie stopped dancing and stepped back from Michael.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I don’t know, Michael, it’s a slow song.” Maggie gazed up at him sheepishly, the self-conscious look back in place.
His soft brown eyes burned into hers. “I’m not done. And you do, you know. You look wonderful tonight.”
Without waiting for her to reply, he once again pulled her close to himself with one hand on the small of her back, the other gripping her right hand and pulling it in to his collar bone, brushing it across his lips in the process. He could feel her breath against his neck, then she sighed quietly and rested her head on his shoulder. He hummed the rest of the song and when it was over, he continued holding her close.
A loud whistle followed by an explosion jarred them both as the fireworks display began over the water. Michael released her and she stepped back. “That was…” Maggie looked up into his face, eyes shining, “nice.”
He grinned down at her. “Yes, it was. Shall we go watch the fireworks?”
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