RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION
It’s not going where you think it is.
High-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan has burned every bridge he ever crossed. Call it nature, call it nurture, he’s an inveterate player, and he’s always looked out for number one, first and foremost.
Meeting fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn impacted his life in ways he could never imagine, but even her love couldn’t change the man he’s always been.
Which is why, in RANSOMING REDEMPTION, the third and final book of Rannigan’s Redemption, Michael begins to feel the need for redemption for all the havoc he’s wreaked in his life, for all the bodies he’s left in his wake. If only he could make it up to Maggie in some small way, maybe he’d find some peace for the turmoil in his soul.
By the time readers get to this last chapter in the story of Michael and Maggie, they have different reactions. Many have suggested that I work some kind of deal with a tissue manufacturer, a way you can buy the book and get a box of tissues for free, LOL. One said that I broke the rules of romance, but she was willing to let it go because she loved the characters. I’ve also gotten a bad review or two simply because the reader didn’t like where the story went.
The truth is that Michael’s and Maggie’s journeys always were what they are. A just tapped it out on the keys of my laptop. My hope is that ultimately, readers are satisfied. I love Michael and Maggie so much. They’re forever in my heart. Why not let them into yours?
Here’s a snippet from the finale of Rannigan’s Redemption.
After work, Maggie stopped to pick up some more chicken soup. She hated getting the same thing every day, but at least she knew Michael would eat it. Yesterday, he’d had his last chemo appointment for this round. She hoped that he’d be feeling a little better today.
As she let herself into his apartment she could hear baseball on the television and she felt a flash of annoyance. Any time of the day or night, there’s always baseball. Then she smiled to herself. Baseball is only interesting if there’s a certain bayou boy involved.
Still smiling to herself as she rounded the corner into the living room, her gaze fell on Michael, and she stopped dead in her tracks.
“Holy. Fucking. Shit. Sean Michael Rannigan, what in the hell have you done?”
He grinned up at her. “Hey, Mags! I shaved.” Michael was completely bald, his scalp pink and shiny in the afternoon sun that streamed in through the windows. Speechless, she walked to him and smoothed her hand across the top of his head and down the back of it.
“Why? Why on earth would you do that?” she breathed as she sank beside him onto the sofa.
He looked down and she saw his jaw tighten. “I woke up this morning and found loose hair on my pillow. In the shower, it came out by the handful.” He glanced back up at her. “I just wanted…” he trailed off. Maggie placed her hand on his arm. “I just wanted to control something. Since this whole thing started I haven’t had any control.” He ran his hand over his head and grinned. “Until now. If I’m going to lose my hair, I’m going to lose all of it, and on my own terms.”
Maggie couldn’t help smiling. “Well,” she said as she stood, “you have a very nice head.” She leaned down and planted a light kiss right on top.
“How are you feeling?” she asked as she headed into the kitchen.
“A little better, actually. That soup smells good.”
She returned carrying a tray with his dinner. “Glad to hear it. Because guess what? You will be joining us for Easter brunch on Sunday.”
“I don’t know, Mags.” Michael shook his head doubtfully. “Besides, you and Beau should enjoy it by yourselves.”
“Bobby is in Louisiana. The ‘us’ to whom I refer means me, Ben and Nate, Rance and Jason, Kevin and whoever he’s bringing, and a few others.”
Michael looked doubtful. “I’m not sure I’m up to going out.”
“You need to get out and get some fresh air, Michael. You’ve been cooped up too long. Take advantage of feeling better and come to brunch. I’ll pick you up, and we can go together.” She glanced at him sideways. “You’d better find a hat, though.”
RANSOMING REDEMPTION by Pandora Spocks
Pandora Spocks 