Michael Rannigan is running rogue.
Since Maggie Flynn’s abrupt departure from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he’s been in a tailspin. As he limps along in the new normal, he misses her more than he ever imagined.
Maggie misses Michael as well. But she makes the best of her new job at the District Attorney’s office. Occasionally they cross paths in court, each assessing the other. Like Michael, she finds herself making questionable personal choices.
When opportunity knocks for Michael, he leaps at it, maybe as much to avoid Maggie’s absence as anything else. The fact that his decision impacts everyone else at the firm doesn’t slow him down at all.
Then comes news that shakes him to his core. Now that he’s burned all his bridges, who will be there to help him pick up the pieces?
RUNNING ROGUE is Book 2 of Rannigan’s Redemption. Three novels. One sexy, emotional law romance. Warning: This story has twists and turns.
Here’s a snippet from RUNNING ROGUE.
On Friday afternoon, Michael took the elevator to the 50th floor. He’d ended his vacation a couple of days early. Two weeks is really too long to be gone, he reflected. He figured he’d check up on what had happened in his absence then join the gang at Docs. He had Maggie’s bracelet in his pocket, figuring on returning it to her.RUNNING ROGUE by Pandora Spocks
The first person he saw when he stepped off the elevator was Stan. “Hey, good, you made it for Maggie’s party,” Stan said, smiling.
Michael frowned. “Maggie’s party? It’s not her birthday already, is it?” How did that sneak up on me?
Stan tilted his head. “Her going-away party. You came back for her last day, right? She’s going to the DA’s office?”
Michael’s mouth fell open. “Her last…” He glanced around. “What the fuck?!”
He strode purposefully toward Maggie’s open office door. She was behind her desk, her back to the door. “What the fuck, Mags?!”
Maggie whirled around, her eyes wide. “Michael!”
“Explain to me what’s going on here,” he demanded.
She opened and closed her mouth, her face flushed. “I, well I, uh… I gave Brian my two week notice. I took a job working for Rance.”
“You gave Brian your notice?!”
“You weren’t here,” she said reasonably.
Michael began to stalk back and forth in front of her desk. “What the fuck possessed you to take a new job? And you couldn’t wait for me to get back? I would have offered you a raise.”
Maggie shook her head. “It’s not about the money. I hated what I did to win the LeRoi case. You know that really ate away at me. I can’t do that anymore. I feel…dirty, like I need redemption. I have to do something different, something good.”
Michael stopped pacing and placed his hands on her desk, leaning closer and speaking in a low tone. “Is this about us? About the fact that we slept together?”
She crossed her arms and leaned against the credenza. “News flash, Michael. Not everything in the world is about you.”
He stood straight and nodded his head angrily. “So it’s like this, is it? You’re just going to leave the firm.”
“I’ve been here five years. It’s time to move on.” She hung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her box, walking around the desk.
“Let me call security,” Michael told her coolly. “They can escort you out and see that you don’t take any property belonging to the firm.”
Maggie’s eyes bulged. “Are you serious? You want to make sure I don’t steal anything?!” She walked back to the desk and put down the box. “Fuck it. I don’t need any of this shit.”
She glared at Michael. “You worried about my purse?” She unzipped the bag and upended it, dumping a wallet, three pens, loose change, hand lotion, a lipstick, and two tampons all over the floor before dropping the bag.
She snatched up the wallet. “If you don’t mind, I’ll need my ID and my Metro card.” She turned on her heel and stalked out into the hallway.
Michael interlaced his fingers on top of his head and sighed. “Wait, Mags, I was out of line,” he said, following her.
“Out of line? You were out of line?” she shrieked. “Fuck you, Michael!” She jabbed the elevator button and entered it as soon as the doors parted, pressing the close door button even before the car was all the way open.
Action on the 50th floor had ground to a halt at the sound of raised voices and as Maggie disappeared, people remained frozen, staring at Michael.
“Fuck!” he growled, and retreated to his office, slamming the door behind him.