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Rannigan’s Redemption part 1: Resisting Risk!
Rannigan’s Redemption Part 1: Resisting Risk is OUT today! It’s a smart, sexy contemporary romance about hotshot lawyer Michael Rannigan and his complicated relationship with Maggie Flynn, the spunky redhead he hired fresh out of law school.
Here’s one last excerpt.
Pretty sure I have some more drinking to do here, she thought grimly as she ordered another bourbon. Slowly the group dwindled as people began making their way back to their own lives, their own weekends. At one point, Maggie went to the ladies’ room and when she returned, she didn’t see Michael any longer.
Still not ready to go home, she moved to the bar where she found an empty stool at the far end and ordered yet another bourbon.
“Make it two.” She turned to find Michael standing behind her.
“I thought you were gone,” she said.
“I had to see a man about a horse,” he grinned.
Maggie smiled, too. “Pull up a seat if you’re drinking,” she said.
Michael dragged a stool over and Maggie scooted hers as far against the wall as she could. “So what gives, Mags? You don’t seem glad we won the case.”
She frowned, looking into the distance. “It was wrong. Maybe she thought she wanted to sleep with him and then she changed her mind. No means no. Every time.” She stared into her glass. “What we did, what I did…just victimized the victim all over again. That’s not who I want to be.” She downed her drink.
Michael was thoughtful for a moment. “It’s what we do. We defend people who get into trouble.” He watched her disdainful expression. “I know. Sometimes our clients are rat bastards.” Maggie laughed in spite of herself. “But they’re entitled to the best defense we can manage. Rat bastard status notwithstanding.”
“Rat bastard status notwithstanding,” she repeated. They sat without talking for a while, sipping thoughtfully. The bartender rang the bell to indicate the end of happy hour.
She turned to Michael. “Why are you still here? You usually leave long before now.”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Just wasn’t ready to leave, I guess. What about you?”
“Just not ready to go home, I suppose. You’re leaving tomorrow anyway, right?”
Michael nodded. “Yep.” They sat quietly again.
“So how is it you’re alone tonight? No stunning blonde coming to wisk you off someplace?” She cringed inside. That was a stupid, drunk-ass thing to say.
He grinned again and looked at his hands. “I don’t know. Seems like everyone’s got something going on. I think Vivian’s busy packing for the trip.”
“Vivian…” she repeated, nodding. “Well, on the bright side, you’ll save a fortune on pink champagne while you’re in the Maldives.” Her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.
He chuckled lightly. “Yeah, there’s that. Do you want another drink?” he asked.
She grinned. “I would love another drink.”
“Good. Let’s have another.” He motioned to the bartender.
They spent the next hour and a half chatting over drinks about nothing in particular. They laughed as they recalled the incident with Hemphill and Standifer those years ago.
Who would ever have thought I’d laugh about that, Maggie reflected. She smiled at Michael affectionately. The conversation waned again and they sat companionably for a while.
“How about another round?”
Maggie shook her head. “I’m done,” she said. “I need to quit while I’m behind.”
“Yeah. I think I’m just going to go home and watch the game,” he said.
She smirked. “Baseball?”
“Baseball. My Yankees,” he grinned. Michael stared into his glass for a moment, then looked back at her. “Come with me.”
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