Rannigan’s Redemption Excerpt Three


Rannigan’s Redemption Part 1: Resisting Risk launches this Tuesday, December 8.  It’s a smart, sexy romance from the author of Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over.

Here’s another sneak peek.

     “Mags, I should be making my way to the airport.”
“Okay,” Maggie sighed. “I’ll walk you out.” She got her coat and hat while he said his goodbyes. “I’ll be right back,” she said to Casey as they headed out of the apartment. They walked down the stairs without chatting.
Once out on the sidewalk, Michael turned and faced her. “I had a great time, Mags. Thanks for inviting me.” He glanced up. “We have an audience, by the way.” He waved at the crowd gathered in Maggie’s front window.
She looked up at them, scowling. “Come on,” she said, turning right and heading down the sidewalk. She stopped just around the corner.
Michael smiled. “Thanks. I just wanted to say goodbye privately. I brought you a gift but I didn’t want to give it to you in there.” He pulled a small flat box from his pocket. It was light blue, tied with a white ribbon.
Maggie’s eyes widened. “Sean Michael Rannigan, you did not!”
“How did you know the S stands for Sean?
She shrugged. “Everyone knows it’s Sean. I can’t believe you went to Tiffany…” She stopped and looked up at him, smiling sadly. “This wasn’t for me. This is supposed to be for someone else.”
“No, Mags, this is for you,” he said earnestly. “I mean, to be honest, I went there yesterday looking for something for Jana.”
“What, Toys R Us and GapKids were closed?” Maggie quipped.
“Ah-hah-hah, you’re very funny. I found a little trinket to give to Jana, but then I turned and saw this. All I could think was that you should have it. It’s for you, Mags.”
Curious, Maggie slowly pulled the white ribbon and lifted the lid. In the box resting on light blue velvet was a delicate silver bracelet. It had a vintage look to it with large rectangular milky white cabochons alternating with trios of small round diamonds surrounded by platinum filigree. She looked back up at Michael, eyes wide.
“Those are moonstones,” he said proudly. “This was in the vintage case. It was made in 1915.” He gazed at the bracelet. “It’s graceful and classy, just like you.”
“I don’t know what to say, Michael. I’ve never seen anything so beautiful. Will you help me put it on?”
He lifted the bracelet from the box and as Maggie held out her left hand he fastened it around her wrist. She held it out and watched it catch the natural light. As she did, she noticed a tiny platinum tag hanging from the clasp. Peering closer she saw that it was engraved. To Maggie, From Michael.
“See? I told you it was for you.” She looked back up at him, eyes shining, and as she did, a gust of wind caught some stray hair, blowing it across her face. Michael gently moved the errant strands, tucking them behind her ear. Without planning it at all, he planted a tender kiss on her lips.
He moved back slightly as Maggie looked up at him, eyes shining with desire. He leaned into her again, the kiss this time all heat and passion. She brought her left hand up to cradle his right cheek, her desire matching his. When he stopped kissing her, he pulled her close, tucking her under his chin and they stood like that for a moment.
Finally, he gently set her back from him. She looked up, the sad glint once again in her eyes. After all, he was leaving her to go to someone else. “Merry Christmas, Mags.”
“Merry Christmas, Michael.”

You can pre-order your own copy now to be delivered to your device on Tuesday.  Rannigan’s Redemption Part 1: Resisting Risk is available at these fine retailers.

Amazon, iTunes, B&N, Kobo, and Smashwords

New Excerpt From Rannigan’s Redemption

51syvvcbubl-_sx311_bo1204203200_Rannigan’s Redemption Part 1: Resisting Risk comes out on December 8.  It’s a three-part smart, sexy romance about hotshot NY attorney Michael Rannigan and Maggie Flynn, the recent law school grad he hires to join his elite 50th floor defense team.

Here’s a new excerpt.  I hope you enjoy!

     “You think you’re pretty smart, don’t you?”
Maggie whirled around to see John leaning against a table just inside the library. Ellen closed the double doors and stood in front of them, arms crossed. John had that intense look on his face she remembered from their last encounter in this room.
She pulled herself as tall as she could, affecting confidence she didn’t feel. “I just tried to be thorough, that’s all,” she answered, pushing past him to pick up more books.
“Little Miss NYU, always trying to be a good girl,” mocked Ellen.     Maggie slid her eyes in the woman’s direction and elected not to be baited.
“Here’s the thing, Maggie,” John said in a deceptively calm tone, “you made me look bad today.”
Maggie cocked her head to the side and met his eyes. “You made yourself look bad today. You can’t put that off on me.” She turned to walk away, intending to shelve the books in her hands when he grabbed her arm, causing the books to crash to the floor.
In his office, Michael watched the situation unfold on the screen of his laptop. Just give me a little more.
“I think you should leave now,” Maggie said, snatching her arm away from John. “I don’t have any more to say to you.”
He grinned eerily, stepping closer and causing her to back into the table. “But I have a lot more to say to you.” He had nearly a twelve inch advantage over Maggie and he loomed over her.
Maggie could feel his hot breath on her face. “You need to back the fuck up!” she said, putting her hands on his chest and shoving him backwards.
John lunged at her, his huge hands gripping her around the neck and he slammed her onto the table, leaving her legs dangling off the edge. Maggie struggled to scream but couldn’t. She’d had the wind knocked out of her when she landed on the table and John was tightening his grip on her throat. Desperately she grasped at his hands.
“I ought to fuck you like the cunt you are,” John growled, forcing her legs apart with his, her skirt riding higher. He tightened his grip with one hand and tore at her blouse with the other.
It was Ellen’s turn to be shocked. “John! You’re pushing this too far!””
“Shut up, Ellen!” he hurled over his shoulder.
Michael raced out of his office. “Call security now!” he shouted at a startled Karen as he ran toward the library. Reaching the doors, he discovered they were locked. He lowered his shoulder and rammed with all his might. The doors gave way with a splintering of wood, the glass cracking but not shattering.
Maggie tried desperately to pry off John’s remaining hand finger by finger but her vision was going dark.
Michael ran past Ellen, who stood motionless, not knowing what to do. He grabbed John by the shoulder and threw him back. As soon as John released his grip on her neck, Maggie slid off the edge of the table. Her knees buckled and she crumpled to the floor in a coughing, gasping heap.
Karen entered the library with two large security guards. “These two are not to leave this room,” Michael commanded, pointing to John and Ellen. He knelt beside Maggie.
“Hey Mags, are you okay?” He tenderly helped her sit up, lifting her chin to look in her eyes. Maggie could only cough.
He realized her blouse was torn, exposing her navy lace bra, and immediately took off his suit coat and wrapped it around her. “Can you stand?” Maggie nodded. “Karen, take her to my office. No one, I mean no one, is to go in there until I come back,” he said.

Rannigan’s Redemption will be available beginning December 8 at these fine retailers.  You can also pre-order now!


Rannigan’s Redemption Sneak Peek

Meet Michael & Maggie

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?”