RANSOMING REDEMPTION is the third and final book of Rannigan’s Redemption, a three-novel epic contemporary erotic romance/law drama.
A warning before you read any further: Spoilers abound…
In the first book, RESISTING RISK, high profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan hires Maggie Flynn straight out of law school to join his prestigious criminal defense practice. While they’re both attracted to each other, they resist the risk, knowing that nothing good could come of an office romance.
In RUNNING ROGUE, the second book, one night of passion has torn Michael and Maggie apart. She’s left the firm to pursue a career with the District Attorney’s office. With Maggie gone, Michael is simply running rogue, making one bad decision after another. And without Michael, Maggie is making her share of mistakes as well. One cold, rainy night, desperation brings them back together.
In the finale, RANSOMING REDEMPTION, there’s a new man in Maggie’s life. It’s all thanks to Michael, who sees the writing on the wall and feels the need to find redemption for all the ways he’s failed Maggie. But putting her together with Bobby wasn’t easy. She’s reluctant to take another chance on love.
Here’s a steamy excerpt from RANSOMING REDEMPTION. Phone sex, anyone?
While the tub filled with hot water and lavender-scented suds, Maggie padded to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine. Returning, she turned off the water, lit a few candles, and switched off the overhead light. As an afterthought, she set her phone beside the wine glass on a stool she carried in from the living room. Maybe Bobby would call. She didn’t want to miss him because she was in the tub.
Satisfied, Maggie slowly sank into the steaming bath, leaning against the back of the tub and sighing contentedly.
In the privacy of his room, Bobby dialed Maggie’s number. It was after 11:00, he realized, but they always seemed to talk at that hour anyway.
She picked up on the third ring. “Hi!” He could hear the smile in her voice.
“Hi, yourself, cher. How are you?”
“I’m so much better now. It’s good to hear your voice. How is Savannah?”
Bobby smiled. “She’s fine. Tonight she was running around all over the place. How was your day?”
Maggie sighed. “Work was work. I was glad to be in the office all day, though. Oh, by the way, my boss asked about you today.”
He frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”
“Someone told him that we left together for lunch. He seemed…amused.”
Relief replaced the frown. “That’s good. I wouldn’t want to get you in trouble. How’s Michael doing?”
Maggie gasped. “Holy shit, you’ll never believe it. Michael shaved his head today. He’s completely bald.”
“Bald?” he laughed. “I can’t even imagine. Why did he do that?”
“He said the hair was falling out anyway and he wanted to be in control of it,” she replied. “I’ll tell you, it was a shocker.”
“I’ll bet,” he chuckled. “You sound funny. Where are you anyway?”
“I’m in the bath,” she giggled, “I put my phone next to the tub. I had a hunch you might call and I didn’t want to miss you.”
Bobby felt his cock stirring and gave a low chuckle. “So what are you wearing right now, cher?”
Maggie glanced down at herself and grinned. “Well, I’m wearing bubbles but they’re starting to disappear.”
She heard him laugh again. “Really?” he asked.
“Really. So what are you wearing?” she asked.
“Hang on,” Bobby said into the phone. Maggie could hear noise in the background and he spoke again. “I locked the door and took off my shirt and jeans. I’m down to grey boxer briefs.
“Mmmm,” Maggie cooed appreciatively. “I love grey boxer briefs.”
“I’m more interested in bubbles that disappear. What do you see now?”
“Well,” she grinned, “in this candlelight it’s a little hard to see but I’m pretty sure those are my nipples sticking up out of the water.”
Bobby stretched back on the bed and pressed the phone to his ear. He could picture those nipples, feel them on his lips. “Touch them for me, cher,” he purred. The line went quiet for a moment before he heard her moan lightly. His cock stood at attention, and he stroked himself there, closing his eyes. “How is that?”
“It’s nice. Not as nice as when you do it,” she said softly.
He smiled to himself. “I wish I could be there right now. Move your hand lower. Touch yourself for me.”
Her hand wandered lower coming to rest between her thighs. “Oh, that’s good,” she breathed into the phone.
Bobby slid off his boxer briefs, kicking them to the floor. “Make yourself come, cher. I’ll do the same.”
“I’m putting you on speaker,” Maggie told him. Moments later he could hear heavy breaths occasionally interrupted by soft moans.
Bobby gripped his cock and slid his hand up and down, remembering how it was to be inside her. “Come on, cher, we’ll do this together,” he urged softly. “Are you touching your pussy?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Maggie worked her clit feverishly with one hand and pulled her nipples with the other, feeling herself nearing the edge. “Oh, shit, Bobby, I’m so close…”
“Do it, cher, come for me, baby,” he breathed as he neared his own climax. When he heard her call out loudly, he couldn’t hold off any longer, his release exploding across his stomach and chest. “Oh, baby,” he murmured into the phone.
Maggie dried her hands on a towel and picked up her phone, taking it off speaker. “Bobby, that was…” she panted.
“It was indeed,” Bobby agreed. “You should see me, cher, I’m a mess,” he chuckled.
She giggled. “I don’t mind a mess. In fact,” she continued, feeling emboldened by the combination of wine and their long-distance connection, “if you ever wanted to pull out and come on me, I kind of like that sometimes.”
His eyes rolled back in his head as he cock sprang to life again. “Is that a fact, cher?”
“Mm-hmm,” she replied. “You know, cum across my belly, dripping off my tits, off my chin… I’m naughty like that.”
“Are you, now? I need to get myself back to the city,” he growled, and she laughed lightly.
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