Weekend Excerpt–RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION

Michael and Maggie.
It’s complicated.

When high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan hires newly minted lawyer Maggie Flynn, his life is forever changed in ways he could never imagine.

The pair meet at a job fair, where Michael hires her practically on the spot. Maggie’s smart and good at her job. But there’s more to it than he’s willing to admit. He’s attracted to her. Which doesn’t make sense. She’s nothing like the women he dates. She’s way too smart, for one thing.

And Maggie’s in love with him, too. Realizing the situation is all but hopeless, she contents herself with working with him.

One night of passion tears them apart. And from that point they’re both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives.

A moment of desperation brings them back together. After Michael has burned all his bridges, Maggie’s the only one willing to stand by him.

And he’s grateful. He knows he needs to make it up to her, to somehow find redemption for himself.

RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION is available as three separate novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption. It’s also available as one trilogy.

But now, you can read the entire story of RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION chapter by chapter at serial novel website Webnovel. The image above is the exclusive new Webnovel cover.

In this teaser from RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION, Michael and Maggie meet for the first time.

Michael Rannigan dry gulped three ibuprofen tablets as the car from the service weaved its way through mid-day Manhattan traffic. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a hangover. The previous night had been exceptional. At an art gallery opening, he’d met twin flight attendants who matched him drink for drink before going home with him for an extended threesome adventure.

I’m getting too old for this shit. Should have called in sick today.

As a partner at Murphy, Rannigan, there was no one to question his absence. But it was his turn representing the firm at the job fair at NYU. Brian Murphy was out of the country on vacation. And James Metheny was recovering from surgery. Tonsils or some shit, Michael mused. Didn’t everyone have their tonsils out when they were five?

Sure, the firm needed new talent. But why did he need to be there? He knew exactly why. Without his presence, John Hemphill would be the senior man there, and that couldn’t happen. Hemphill’s an idiot, he thought.

The car dropped him at the entrance to Vanderbilt Hall. He knew it well. After all, NYU was his alma mater. He took a moment to straighten his tie before entering the building. As expected, the hall was full of fresh young faces, soon-to-graduate litigators who needed jobs. Unconsciously his eye roved, looking for nubile young female candidates. Not necessarily for the firm, mind you. He was always on the lookout for his next conquest. He passed a group of girls who giggled as he walked by.

“Ladies,” he greeted them, flashing his mega-watt smile. Just get this over with, he begged as he zeroed in on the Murphy, Rannigan table.

Already seated at the table were John Hemphill, Stan Hodges, and Ellen Standifer. The trio were associates from the elite 50th floor of Murphy, Rannigan. They were good enough at what they did, which was mostly research and legwork, with the occasional foray into the courtroom when necessity called. Each had a laptop and on the table was a spreadsheet they’d worked out back at the office. Of course, they’d vetted possible candidates before they ever set foot at the university. Preparation saves time in the long run, they knew.

Michael took a bottled water from the table and sipped, standing behind the three and continuing to scan the room. “What’ve we got?” he asked.

Hemphill gave him a brief rundown. “We’ve interviewed five candidates so far, five of the ones we were interested in. We’ve turned away about a dozen others that didn’t meet our standards,” he related in his adenoidal drone that so grated on Michael.

“You’re turning away interviewees who aren’t on your candidate list?” Michael snapped. “How sure are you that your list is accurate? Paper and data don’t always tell the story.” Hemphill reddened a bit.

“Well, I…” the man floundered.

Michael grinned to himself. It’s the little pleasures in life that make it all worthwhile, he thought. He watched as a young woman crossed the floor, seeming to make a beeline for their table. She was petite, with red hair, and she was wearing a grey suit paired with a green silk blouse. What have we here, he wondered.

“Hello,” said the young woman. “I’d like to interview with your firm.” She reached across the table to shake hands with the attorneys seated there.

“And you are?” Michael asked, still standing behind the others.

“Oh, sorry,” she said, clearly flustered. She opened her folio to remove copies of her resume and several slipped out, sailing across the floor. Michael watched in amusement as she scrambled to gather them up again. “Sorry,” she repeated, as she handed a document to each of them.

“Mary Margaret Flynn,” Michael read from the top line of the resume.

“Um, Maggie, actually,” the young woman corrected.

“Have a seat, Ms. Flynn,” Hemphill directed as they read over her resume. Standifer pulled up Mary Margaret Flynn on their database and Hodges located her name on their spreadsheet. There were two stars beside her name. How have we not spoken with this one yet?

Michael took a seat directly across from her. He was impressed with the resume, and he’d found her name on the spreadsheet before

Hodges had. He looked from the document back up to her face. Her green eyes were wide and as she sat, she fidgeted nervously with the atrocious vinyl folio containing her resumes.

“So Ms. Flynn, your resume is impressive. It says that you interned with Rance Stockwell at the DA’s office. I’m surprised he hasn’t offered you a job.”

“Oh, he has,” Maggie replied. “I just haven’t accepted yet.”

“Looking for better offers, are you?” Michael asked, arching an eyebrow.

“I have a great deal of student loan debt,” she confessed. “It makes sense to me to look around and find my best options.”

Michael leaned back in his chair. “Are you familiar with our firm?” he asked.

“Yes, actually,” Maggie answered. “I heard you speak once at a charity luncheon. You said that everyone is entitled to the best defense possible, regardless of the circumstances of their charges.”

Michael tried to suppress a smile. “I said that, did I?” The others at the table snickered.

Maggie’s face reddened a bit as she glanced down the line of lawyers. “It really resonated with me,” she said quietly. “I also tried one of your cases as a mock trial project.”

“Which case did you choose?” asked Michael.

“People v. Lawson.”

The other three snickered louder and Michael looked down at his notes, suppressing another grin. “Well, Ms. Flynn, if you were going to try one of my cases, you might have chosen one I actually won.”

Maggie glared indignantly at the panel. “I, well, I tweaked it a little. I uncovered evidence that you overlooked.” Michael sat up straight; she had his undivided attention. “Testimony in the deposition was contradicted on the witness stand. The victim stated in the deposition that she’d met the defendant two weeks prior to the incident. On the stand she said she’d just met him that night. It was enough doubt for the mock jury. I won your case.”

Michael looked at the other three. If someone had dropped the ball on the case, he or she was currently seated at the table. They all looked down, suddenly intensely interested in their notes.

He cleared his throat. “It seems, Ms. Flynn, we have everything we need. We’ll make a decision by the end of the week and let you know.”

Maggie stood and reached out her hand. “Thank you for your time.”

“Thank you,” Michael nodded, shaking her hand. He watched her walk back across the room and disappear in the crowd.

RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION by Pandora Spocks

RANNIGAN’S REDEMPTION
is available at your favorite online bookseller.
It’s also available chapter by chapter at Webnovel.

Out TODAY from Nia Farrell–WANTED (Replay Book 11)

Jeremy Randall is a graphic novelist whose Iron Domination Series inspired The Steamroom addition at Replay BDSM theme resort.  While he’s written BDSM, he’s only researched it, never experienced it.  His first visit to Replay coincides with Wild West weekend, where he’ll portray a gunslinger.  He hopes to be dominating subs before the weekend is through.

Jeremy signs a contract agreeing to first train as submissive, but he’s in for a shock when Courtney Reynolds isn’t the latex-clad Domme that he envisioned.  The Dominant assigned to guide him through the weekend is eight years older, experienced, and gay.

Cast in the role of Sheriff Reynolds, Court seems Jeremy’s opposite but he takes the role of training him seriously.  Court believes that Jeremy is naturally submissive, and he agrees with the resort psychiatrist that Jeremy might be bisexual, too.  Court falls hard and fast for the beautiful, talented, conflicted young man.  He has one weekend to free Jeremy from a lifetime of misperceptions and help him discover his true nature.  When Sunday comes, will he be able to let him go?

This book is a first time MM BDSM erotic romance.  If kink and a sexual relationship between an older man and a younger man offend you, please keep looking for your next read.  Written for Aged 18+.

Here’s a steamy teaser:

By the time they returned to Jericho, Jeremy’s shirt was soaked through with sweat and he knew that he’d never done justice when describing the aches of a horseback rider.

“Saddle-sore?”  The sheriff eyed him closely.

“A bit, Sir,” Jeremy said tightly, grimacing when he swung his right leg down and cleared his left boot from the stirrup.

Sheriff Reynolds rubbed his face in his hands.  “Okay.  Then we’re headed to the bathhouse.  We need to get that soreness worked out if you’re going to be much good tonight.”

Tonight.  Jesus, he didn’t want to think about tonight.

Working out the soreness, though…

That, he could handle.

Jeremy followed Sir Courtney out of the livery and fell into step behind him, keeping his eyes on the broad shoulders and the muscled width of his back.  He was grateful that the Dom kept his pace to a lazy amble.  Despite his soreness, he managed to keep up with him, at least.

A scantily clad attendant greeted them when they stepped inside the bathhouse.  “How can I help you, Sir?”

The sheriff sliced a quick glance at him.  “The boy needs a bath and a rubdown.  Is there a private room available?  First time here,” he explained.

First time anywhere, Jeremy silently corrected him, grateful to be spared a public display.  The Dom and the concierge spoke longer, keeping their voices low and their conversation between the two of them.  When they finished, she showed them to a room upstairs and opened the door for them to step inside.

Two old-fashioned tubs were filled with steaming water, just like in the movies.  A table between them held small bars of soap, washcloths, and towels.  Pitchers of clear rinse water sat within reach on the board floor.

Sheriff Reynolds hung his hat on the wall rack.  Jeremy stood with his feet rooted in place, feeling as fidgety as a freshman athlete in the varsity shower room.

The Dom gave him a longsuffering look and nodded at the tubs.  “Strip and get in,” he ordered.  Pulling off his tie and shrugging off his sack coat, he hung them on the wall hooks and reached for the buttons of his vest.

The sheriff was stripping.

The gay sheriff was getting naked.

There were two tubs, Jeremy told himself.  Nothing was going to happen—especially nothing without consent, and he hadn’t agreed to anything yet.

Except for what was in the contract.

Submission.

Bondage.

Impact play.

Anal play.

Sex toys.

Possible fisting.

God, he was so fucked.

Free with Kindle Unlimited

Amazon Universal link https://mybook.to/RB11
Amazon US https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07FXJ7395
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About the Author:

Nia Farrell is a founding member of the Wicked Pens and an award-winning, multi-genre author who is published in romance, erotic romance, nonfiction, poetry, music, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt.  A seventh-generation Illinoisan, she’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Living close to St. Louis, Missouri, on the east side of the river, Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book Something More (The Three Graces Book 3), BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD.  Something More was a finalist for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category, in the 2016 Golden Flogger Awards.  Find Her, the first book in her latest series, Avenging Angels MC, reached #9 on Amazon’s best seller list for BDSM Erotica.  She was nominated for Favorite MC Author, The Best of the Best 2017.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series (Something Else, Something Different, and Something More) are kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it’s her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python-themed diner that’s central to the plotlines.

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

 

Website, Author Pages, and Social Media Links:

Nia Farrell’s webpage http://niafarrell.wordpress.com
Nia Farrell’s Facebook group https://www.facebook.com/groups/THEFOLD3/
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INTERVIEWS: 

Chapter One Podcast:  http://bit.ly/Ch1Nia
R.B. O’Brien interview http://rbobrien.weebly.com/news-and-featured-authors/archives/08-2016.
Lilah E. Noir interview https://lilahenoir.wordpress.com/2016/08/04/author-spotlight-nia-farrell/
Pandora Spocks interview https://pandoraspocks.me/2016/05/05/watch-this-space-something-special-by-nia-farrell/
Always Sexy/Lola White interview (with my sex-gone-wrong scene) http://bit.ly/AlwaysSexyNiaFarrell
Nicholas Tanek interview http://yourkinkyfriends.com/2018/02/09/our-bdsm-erotica-author-friends-by-nicholas-tanek/#more-754
Internet Radio: Anything Goes with Bennet Pomerantz http://www.blogtalkradio.com/bennetpomerantz2/2017/05/13/anything-goes-nia-farrell

 

HEXBORN by A.M. Manay is OUT TODAY!

If you are a Game of Thrones or Harry Potter fan, you can remember the thrill of opening that first book, reading a chapter or two, and realizing that you were onto something big.

HEXBORN, the brand new YA fantasy novel by A.M. Manay, is the NEXT BIG THING.  Hear me now, believe me later.  I had the privilege of reading an ARC months ago, and I could not wait for this day, when the book would finally be available to everyone.

In HEXBORN, the first book in The Hexborn Chronicles, Manay has created a world full of danger, political intrigue, and magic.  She’s given us solid characters with depth, not the least of which is Shiloh, the young heroine of the story.  Shiloh is different, and is therefore marginalized by the uneducated, yet coveted by those who would use her for their own selfish agendas.

Manay has created a richly drawn, exciting, and suspenseful world for her characters to traverse, and a map of her world is included in the book.

I can’t say enough good things about HEXBORN.  All I know is that I can’t wait for the next book to find out what happens next for young Shiloh.

HEXBORN is available today at Amazon.

A.M. Manay is also the author of the November Snow Trilogy, which, if you haven’t read that yet, you should add to your TBR list immediately.

Watch This Space–Brother’s Keeper by Jolie Mason

BROTHER’S KEEPER by Jolie Mason is out TODAY!  It’s the follow-up to BROTHER MINE, the beginning of the Brothers Assassins Series.

Jolie brothers keeper

About the series

The world of the Brotherhood is falling apart. As a secret organization of guns for hire, they were an open secret among the rich and the political powers that be. Across worlds, the wealthy and the powerful knew who to call to get a job done.

But, among the brotherhood there is a debate about how to do what they do, and there is a rising rebellion among the men and women who kill because they had no choice. They are beginning to realize they may have more power than they realized, and power allows one choices.

BROTHER’S KEEPER is the second book in the series.  Here’s the description.

He’s what happens when bad guys switch sides

As an assassin, he lives on a razor’s edge of losing it all every day, but since Cari Renata came into his life there is so much more to lose.

Cari Renata’s sister is dead, or so she believes. And, Bry is the one who told her that horrific lie. Her sister is hidden among the Brax in Freedom Colony, and Cari can’t know. He promised his brother he would protect both the women they love with the lie. Bryson will do that at any cost.

Cari owns the universe, or at least a small part of it. She runs a major broadcasting conglomerate that spans several systems, but she’s an investigator at heart. Cari won’t keep pushing at the terror attack that supposedly took her sister’s life, and she’s poked the wrong beast in going after Todari House.

Bryson may have to break a promise to keep a promise, and come clean about Mal Renata’s real situation. When he does, it may cost him more than he ever expected.

Confession…  I have already read an ARC of BROTHER’S KEEPER and it’s fantastic!  Mason brings the sci-fi suspense and intrigue as usual, and this time she ups the heat.  How about a little teaser?

He watched her all the time. Told himself he had a legitimate reason. That’s what he told himself. He didn’t know if it was truth or a lie, but it was a good cover.

She was in danger.

Bryson stared at the monitor of his holo screen, as he pulled on a plain white, formal dress shirt that would be part of his cover tonight. The target was special this time.

Cari stood with her back to the camera drone, piling her long, golden hair onto her head in an elegant sweep and letting the tail of it drop again as she sat watching her reflection change to that sad, lost look she wore so often, when she thought no one would see. Only then did she let it show.

Cari was coming in for the night, not going out. Bryson was going to work. Their schedules were opposite most of the time, however, he monitored Cari with every resource he had. The men kept shifts in teams of four. No expense was spared.

Bryson looked at the chrono. It was getting late.

He did his best work late, and tonight he had an important job. This wasn’t a job for a client. It was personal. The Brotherhood was removing an obstacle.

Looking back at the holo, Bryson stopped with both hands on the fasteners of his shirt, his eyes glued to the screen, she pulled a tiny clip from her bangs, and continued preparing for bed, letting the fair waves cascade around her back in a shiny, silken skein.

True blondes were rare as doby eggs anymore, and it wasn’t in fashion. Most changed their hair color away from the blond. Not Cari, though.

She didn’t change to fit silly conventions. She changed conventions. He smiled to himself.

She’d have a long road changing this one. Her blond hair accompanied a collection of recessive traits that were associated with some pretty ugly genetic anomalies that were nearly unheard of in this day and age of cloning and genetic manipulation, and people tended to think about the practical concerns in modern day, rather than how the light caught the colors making it look like sunshine.

However, as he stared at Cari Renata’s holo image, all he could see was the poetry of her: hair long and shining, the color of Desian honey, smaller, rounded breasts, long, long legs. Blue eyes that could, and did, go green with high emotion, especially when she was angry.

Had he ever seen them stay blue when she looked his way? He doubted it.

Still staring, though he shouldn’t, he saw more of that glorious body as she dropped the sheath dress she’d been wearing to some formal evening somewhere, and bent to pick it up from the floor. He could only see her back, and yet, even the barest glance made his mouth go dry.

He should look away. He knew it. He should give her the privacy she deserved. Yet, he didn’t.

She’d only worn panties beneath the sheath, a small triangle the color of her little black dress. Bryson’s hand clenched and unclenched at his side. He drank her in, even knowing it was wrong, that she would be angry. One day, when he confessed this, she would be so very angry.

If they survived.

If Todari didn’t kill them both.

If. It was that if that kept his eyes on her. These stolen moments could be all he ever had.

Jolie brother mine

Sounds great, right?  Didn’t read the first book, BROTHER MINE?  No worries.  Here’s what it’s all about.

In a future world where aliens are hated, loving one is the most dangerous thing a girl can do. Mal Renata was born with the proverbial silver spoon in her mouth, but it never stopped her from becoming the voice of the Braxian people. As an activist fighting off mankind’s inevitable slide into cruelty and prejudice, she wants to stop the Scourge bill from becoming law, but how can she do that, if the bill’s supporters keep dying? Public outcry wants someone to pay, so she intends to give them someone.

Until she tracks down, Adame Sacha, a Braxian freedman and one of the notorious Brother Assassins, she thinks the brotherhood is her problem. Instead, she finds they may be the best allies she could hope for. Together, she and Adame search for those who are eager to profit from the suffering of the Brax, and they track their prey in a world where lives are held cheaply, but death is expensive.

They may be able to elude the dangers of his world for awhile, but they can’t run from the attraction to each other. No matter what their differences.

An alien assassin romance.

You can get BROTHER’S KEEPER at this LINK.

Want to connect with sci-fi romance author Jolie Mason?

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Weekend Excerpt–RANSOMING REDEMPTION

ipadmini_707x1018 (2)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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Watch This Space–Unorthodox Therapy by Lilah E. Noir

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Okay, y’all, you probably remember way back when I helped promote Lilah E. Noir’s Unorthodox Therapy when it first launched.  But at the time, I hadn’t actually read the book.  Now that I have, I need to revisit this recommendation again, because HOLY COW this is a great book!

Unorthodox Therapy is about tough, no-nonsense corporate CEO Lina Riley, who has her company and her whole life under control.  Her addiction to cigarettes is her only vice.  But a hot young programmer, her former personal assistant Thomas Jett, has an idea of how to help her curb her nasty habit.

Have a peek at my review:

Lina Riley is a woman in control. As CEO of her own tech company, she runs a tight ship and is the very definition of calm, cool, and collected. But she also has a vicious nicotine addiction.

Thomas Jett, formerly her personal assistant and currently a rising software developer within her company, has an unusual solution for the one vice Lina can’t seem to control. All she has to do is submit to his Dominance and he’ll guide her to replace the nasty habit with new thoughts and behaviors. She’s at once repelled and intrigued by the idea. Could it possibly work? And is it really about the cigarettes? Or does she have a deep need to relinquish control to someone stronger?

As the Unorthodox Therapy progresses, Lina’s shocked to realize how much she craves Thomas’s control, but she’s terrified–what if the company or their clients find out about her private predilections?

I love the way we get a sense not only of Lina’s misgivings about giving up control to Thomas, but we also understand his concerns and fears about being the kind of Dom Lina needs. The BDSM sex is hot and steamy, but let me tell you, about 3/4 of the way through, a sudden turn of events had me flipping pages so fast I nearly blew up my Kindle. By the end, I was breathless and dying to read the next installment.

Don’t miss Unorthodox Therapy! Lilah E. Noir, write like the wind! I need to know what happens next for Lina and Thomas. 5 HUGE STARS!

The title of my review is “Literally Left Me Breathless,” because that’s exactly what it did.  Of course, the BDSM sex is sultry and then some, but beyond that, we feel for Lina and Thomas as they each struggle with their own demons.  The suspense that’s introduced, however, pushes the whole story over the top, and I’m not kidding when I say that I couldn’t turn the pages fast enough.

Now, notice that the subtitle is Unorthodox Trilogy Book 1.  All I’m saying is, I absolutely cannot WAIT for the next installment.

This is a great book that you should NOT miss!  Trust me on this.  Here’s where you can get your hands on Unorthodox Therapy.

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Watch This Space–Cue Happy Dance, Nia Farrell Has A New Release!

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I’m so thrilled to talk about Nia Farrell’s new release, Triple Play!  It’s the second installment of her Replay series.  Replay is a BDSM resort where guests can live out their most erotic fantasies in any historical period they desire.

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This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers. It is written for ages 18+.

Reviews are in.  Here’s what people are saying:

“If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell’s Replay series. While Rowena’s twin starred in Book 1, Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.”

“If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn’t looking for anymore “play”; but Micheil has other plans. That’s all I’m going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don’t read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that’s up to you!! Enjoy!!!”

How about an excerpt to whet your appetite?

“Why me?”

One corner of his mouth curved upwards. “Yer book,” he said. “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”

“Um. Thank you. I think.” She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online. She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress. The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.

Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl.  “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee. My offer was purely a guess. Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”

“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return. The slave was stripped and bound to a column. Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared. He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.

Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.

He must have heard her breath catch. “Ye like it.”

“Yes.”

“Do ye wish it for yerself?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “And no.”

His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize.

“Explain.”

“I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”  Don’t make me say it. Don’t.

He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat. “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”

“You, Sir.” Her voice was the barest whisper. “But we can’t. I can’t.”

The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy. “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.

“The contract?” She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.

He blew out harshly. “And if I said, damn the contract. Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”

Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze. Humorless. Not even a hint of irony.

“You’d do that?” she asked. “Seriously? For one night of play without sex? Remember, my rule is one time. You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.”

Why was that so hard to say? Damn him. Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.

He smiled darkly. “Make an exception,” he said. “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore. Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand. For that alone, ye need a spanking. Two spankings. I should be the one tae give them. It’s only fair.”

If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet. The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.

“It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait. I gave my word. Three nights. No kink. No sex. I’m not a liar. Don’t try to make me one.”

“Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her. “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes. Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them. When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”

Tempting. My god, he was so tempting.  And he was right. Outside Replay, anything goes. Except…

“Then we’re back to one time. Once. No repeats. Is that what you want?”  She thought she sounded unshakeable.

He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms. “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand. Forget yer rules. Do what’s right.”

His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had. She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.

“I could tie ye up. Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed. I might just have tae keep ye there.”

“Once,” she said weakly.

“Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening. “Ye ken ye owe me times three. Once for trying tae top me. Once for playing innocent aboot it. Once for nae letting me ken who ye were. We have three nights of scenes tae get through. I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me. At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me. Ye will submit. Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need. Three punishments and aftercare. I promise ye, I am verra good at both.”

Where can I get this great book?

Amazon e-book http://mybook.to/RB2

Amazon paperback http://mybook.to/RB2p

About Nia Farrell:

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Nia Farrell is one of Mr. Blackthorne’s Wicked Pen Writers and a multi-genre author who is published in nonfiction, poetry, music, articles, and children’s books, with one documentary screenplay under her literary belt. She’s an old soul and a period reenactor who’s been into corsets for centuries, although she wears them more to Civil War events these days.

Nia has been involved in the metaphysical community for over twenty-five years. She is a Reiki Master and crystal healer whose work encompasses this and other lifetimes. In her book Something More, a 2016 Golden Flogger Awards Finalist, BDSM and submission are tools for healing post-rape PTSD, earning a nomination for Best BDSM Book of the Year, Ménage Category.

Her debut books from The Three Graces Series, Something More, Something Different, and Something More, have been called new age erotic romance – kink with a paranormal twist. Soul mates, reincarnation, karmic fallout, shamanism, and psychic abilities come into play. Personal experience and extensive research go into crafting her characters, but it’s her sense of whimsy that has made fictional Posey, Minnesota, the ménage capital of the United States with a Monty-Python- themed diner that’s central to the plotlines.

Nia was fortunate enough to meet her soul mate early on. She married her high school sweetheart, raised two children, and began writing at her husband’s suggestion. She has been published in erotic romance since 2015.

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Sunset on Romance

Here we are at Labor Day, the unofficial end of Summer.  I want to celebrate with a little romance.

In July, the Rannigan’s Redemption Collection finally became available in one boxed set. Set mostly in Manhattan, it’s the story of hot-shot high profile defense attorney Michael Rannigan and his complicated relationship with sassy redheaded fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.

Because it’s so long, the story was originally released as three separate novels.  But I know that as a reader, I hate it when I finish a really good book, only to have to scramble to get the next one in the series.  And, by the way, Rannigan’s Redemption has been nominated in the Erotica category for a 2016 Summer Indie Book Award.  If you’d like to cast a vote for Rannigan’s Redemption, I’d be forever grateful.  Here’s the link:  http://goo.gl/0Ut0Aa

This excerpt is from the second book, Running Rogue.

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They returned to the living room and Maggie put the plate on the coffee table.  Bobby was right behind her.  “Look, cher, it’s snowing.”

She looked toward the floor to ceiling windows and saw large snowflakes swirling in the night.

“Let’s go look.”  Bobby slid open the door leading from the solarium to the terrace and they both stepped outside.  A cold wind whipped around the building and the flakes whirled and fluttered, beginning to coat everything in sight.

Maggie followed Bobby to the edge of the terrace and they looked down at the snowy scene below.  She shivered slightly.  “It’s cold out here,” he said, quickly returning to the living room to retrieve his jacket.  Gently, he placed it around her shoulders.  “I should have thought…”

Maggie looked up at him, snowflakes catching in her eyelashes.  “I’m okay,” she smiled.

Bobby held the lapels of his jacket and pulled her closer.  His eyes sparkled.  “You know, I’ve been looking at those lips all night, wondering how they taste.”

She gave him an impish grin.  “I thought baseball players were all about stealing bases.”

Bobby threw back his head and laughed.  “You can’t steal first, cher, it has to be earned.”

Maggie considered this thoughtfully.  “You patched up my knee.  You fixed my shoe.  And you helped Michael when he was in trouble.  To top it off, you helped with the dishes.”  She nodded.  “Could be you’ve earned it.”

“Have I?”  She nodded again peering deeply into his eyes.

Bobby smiled. “This is gonna be good,” he said softly. He cupped her cheek with his right hand, lightly running his thumb across her lips, then he leaned down, gently placing his lips on hers.

Maggie felt the heat building as his kiss grew in intensity.  He moved his hand to the small of her back and pulled her even closer, his lips devouring hers as she responded, rising on her toes to meet him there in the snow.

When he broke off, she gasped lightly.  He chuckled and nodded.  “Yep, just like strawberry wine.”

“Strawberry wine?”

“You know,” he said, grinning.  “Boone’s Farm?  As teenagers we’d steal it out of the liquor cabinet and sneak out to the boondocks.  Lie in the bed of a pickup truck and make love out under the stars.”

Maggie shook her head and laughed.  “No, I guess I never did that.”

“Strawberry wine.  It tastes like summer and passion and innocence.”  Bobby gazed steadily into her eyes.  “Like you, cher.”

Wide-eyed, she stared back at him.  He gave his lop-sided grin, but his eyes were all heat as he lowered his lips to hers again.  Tongues explored and tangled before he moved to place delicate kisses along her jaw line then lightly nip down the side of her neck.  Maggie closed her eyes and sighed softly as his hand drifted under her sweater and up her side until he was cupping her left breast.

“And Beaulieu steals second,” he murmured against her neck, taking her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, giving it a gentle tug.  She giggled softly and found his lips again.

Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption are still available separately.  You can find them all, along with the boxed set and the rest of my books, here on Amazon.

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Weekend Excerpt–Rannigan’s Redemption

RANNIGANS REDEMPTIONThe Rannigan’s Redemption Collection featuring all three novels, Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption is being released everywhere this Tuesday, July 26.

Rannigan’s Redemption is a contemporary erotic romance.  It’s the story of high-powered Manhattan defense attorney Michael Rannigan and his complicated relationship with sassy redheaded fellow lawyer, Maggie Flynn.

While the story is erotic romance, it’s also exciting courtroom drama.  Here’s a new excerpt.

I feel like shit,” Michael groaned.  It was halfway into the fifteen minute recess the judge had granted at his request.  In the privacy of the courthouse’s lawyers’ lounge, Maggie touched the underside of her wrist to his forehead.

“You look like shit.  Your eyes are all glassy and you’re warm,” she said, shaking her head.  “You should be home in bed.  Ask for a continuance.”

That morning he’d come to the office with a slight headache which he had ignored.  Now his head seemed ready to explode and he felt both cold and hot at the same time.  His body ached and he felt shaky.

“I don’t want to do that.  This little shit has taken up enough of my time.  Our time.”  In the eighteen months that Maggie had been with Murphy, Rannigan, this was the third time Nathan Menzel, errant son of Councilman Robert Menzel, had been arrested for criminal stupidity.  The last time, the charge had been trespassing and mischief at the home of a former girlfriend.  This was his second DUI arrest and this time, Nathan had upped the ante with a bottle containing oxy discovered in the console of his luxury SUV.

“Well what do you want to do?” she asked.  “You still need to finish up with Padgett.”  Michael had just begun questioning Officer Charles Padgett, the arresting officer in Nathan’s latest stunt.

“Let’s just get this thing done,” he said.  “The sooner we finish, the sooner I can go home and pass out.”

Maggie looked at him doubtfully.  “Whatever you say.”

Back in the courtroom, Maggie sat in her place beside their young client at the defense table.  She and Michael were a duo this time, Dan being on vacation.  Michael approached Officer Padget who was seated on the witness stand.  Maggie’s former mentor Rance Stockwell, the prosecutor in this case, sat at the table across the aisle.

“You’ve testified that you pulled over a car driven by the defendant, Nathan Menzel, on the night of May 3, is that correct?” Michael asked.

“Yeah,” the policeman answered.

Michael paused and cleared his throat, leaning shakily on the railing of the witness box, his head down.  Looking up he murmured, “Just a moment, Your Honor.”  Then he slowly made his way back to the defense table where he sank into his chair.

“I can’t do this, Mags.  I can’t even stand.”

Maggie looked at him anxiously.  “What are we going to do?”

“You take it,” he said.  “You know this case inside and out.”

She stared at him, aghast.  “I can’t!  I’m not prepared.  They’re expecting you.”

“What the fuck, Michael?” Nathan demanded.  “I don’t want some chick holding my life in her hands.”

Michael’s eyes cut quickly to his client.  “Shut up, Nathan.”  He looked back at Maggie.  “You’ve got this, Mags,” he said fervently.  “I believe in you.”

Maggie was aware of anxious shifting in the seats directly behind the defense table but she refused to look at Nathan’s family.

“Mr. Rannigan?” the judge asked.  “May we continue?”

Michael leaned on the table and pushed himself up.  “Your Honor, I’m suddenly feeling unwell.  My associate, Ms. Flynn, will be taking over for me.”

“Noted.  Does the Prosecution have any objections?”

“None, Your Honor,” declared Rance.

“You may proceed, Ms. Flynn,” Judge

On the witness stand, Officer Padgett smirked.  Maggie straightened herself, took a deep breath, and slowly approached the witness stand.  “Officer Padgett, on the night of May 3 of this year, you pulled over a car driven by the defendant Nathan Menzel, is that correct?”

“Why yes, Ms. Flynn, I did.  Just like I told your boss.”  He snickered as did several others in the courtroom.  Maggie turned toward the courtroom frantically seeking Michael’s eyes.

“It’s okay,” he mouthed, nodding firmly.

“And can you tell us exactly why you pulled him over?”

“Well, like I said,” speaking carefully, as though to a slow child, “I pulled over Mr. Menzel because he was speeding.”

“How did you know he was speeding?” she asked pointedly.

“I read the number on the radar gun,” he answered.

“Would this be the same radar gun that was shown to be inaccurate?”

Padgett sat up straighter.  “Yeah, it’s inaccurate, but I just know to add about fifteen miles per hour to what the display shows.”

Maggie smiled a bit and turned toward the jury.  “So you just know to add the extra fifteen.  Are you sure it’s fifteen?  Could it be twenty?  Could it be five?  How do you know you don’t need to subtract?”

“Well, I just always…” Padgett began.

“Objection, Your Honor,” Rance said, not bothering to stand.

“Sustained.  Move on, Ms. Flynn.”

Maggie picked up a piece of paper from the table in front of Michael.  He watched her intently, a hint of a satisfied smile playing on his lips.  “Officer Padgett, do you recall January 15 of this year?”

Padgett’s smirk was back.  “I don’t know Ms. Flynn, that was a long time ago.  Could be I had a date that night.”  He snickered again.

Maggie glanced up at the Judge.  “Officer Padgett, you will answer the questions of counsel,” the judge admonished.

Padgett sat up and crossed his arms.  “Like I said, counselor, I don’t know.”

Maggie gave him a thin smile and held up the paper.  “I can help you out.  On January 15, you received disciplinary action for violating the civil rights of one Mr. Jose Santos.  You spent a week off unpaid.  Do you recall that now?”  The courtroom was still.

“I guess,” he reluctantly answered.

“How about the February before that?”  She held up the list again.  “Or the previous September, or the March before that?”

Maggie walked toward the jury box, smiling at them in a friendly way.  “I’m new at this.  Just graduated with my law degree less than two years ago.  I’ve never had disciplinary action taken against me.”  She glanced back at Padgett.  “But I imagine if I ever did, I’d remember the date.  I imagine it would stand out in my mind,” shrugging, “unless, of course, it happened so often I just couldn’t keep up.”

Rance stood behind the prosecutor’s table.  “Objection, Your Honor.  Counsel isn’t allowing the witness to answer.”

“Sustained.  You’ve made your point, Ms. Flynn.  Ask a question or excuse the witness.”

Glancing back at the defense table where Michael watched her with a proud sparkle in his eyes, Maggie returned to the witness.  “Can you irrefutably prove that on the night of May 3, you had adequate probable cause to pull over the defendant, Nathan Menzel and were therefore constitutionally entitled to search his car?”

Padgett leaned forward red-faced, veins bulging in his neck.  “I can assure you that on May 3, or any other day, I did my job,” he snarled.

“Officer Padgett, you have a history of skirting procedure to do your job.”  Maggie waved the document in her hand.  “I suggest that you pulled over Mr. Menzel without probable cause and proceeded to violate his constitutional rights by subjecting him to illegal search and seizure.  Anything you may or may not have found after that is inadmissible.  It’s like it never happened.”

“Objection!” Rance shouted.

“Withdrawn,” Maggie said blithely.

You can pre-order Rannigan’s Redemption now and it will be delivered to your e-reader this Tuesday, July 26.

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Weekend Excerpt–Late Edition

It’s Monday already and I can’t believe I’ve missed the usual weekend excerpt.  I’ll be traveling all this week and I’m at my first stop, the parentals’ place in York, PA.  In fact, it’s 12:30am and I’m working on the floor of their guest room.  Next stop, Omaha by way of Denver on Tuesday.

RANNIGANS REDEMPTIONBut the really vital news is that the complete collection of Rannigan’s Redemption launches next Tuesday, July 26.  All three novels are included: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming Redemption.

How about another excerpt?  WARNING:  This one contains a few spoilers.  😉

Michael?” Maggie asked into the intercom.

“Hey, Mags.”  His voice sounded tinny over the ancient device.  “I know it’s late.  I’m sorry.  But when I saw your light on, I mean…  Can I come up?”

Maggie hesitated, her finger hovering over the button.  “What do you want, Michael?”

“Mags, I just…I just want to talk.”

She shook her head, checking the time again.  What the hell?  And he’s probably drunk.  Standing out there in the rain like he’s got absolutely no sense. 

She pressed the door buzzer.  “Don’t wake my neighbors,” she admonished him.

Maggie pulled the wooly cream colored robe tighter around herself, tying the belt securely and she stalked to the door, opening it to wait for Michael.  She watched him coming up the stairs, his soaked hair matted to his head.  His wet shoes squeaked softly with each footfall.  She started to say something snippy but noticed the haunted look in his eyes, so she simply stepped back and let him into the apartment.  She closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchen counter where she leaned back, crossing her arms, head cocked at him expectantly.

Michael stood just inside the doorway, rainwater pooling all around his feet.  He looked ill at ease and uncertain.

“Well?” she finally said.

He ran his fingers through his wet hair and sighed deeply.

“Oh for God’s sake, Michael!”  She left him standing there and returned with a large blue towel.  “You’re soaked.”

She took his jacket from him and hung it over the back of a kitchen chair.  As he used the towel to dry his face and hair, she couldn’t help herself.  “Are you drunk?”

He frowned and shook his head.  “I’m not drunk.  I had some bourbon.  I might be drunk.  A little.”

Maggie rolled her eyes.  “Sit down.  I’m making you some coffee so we can send you home.  Have you eaten lately?”

“I don’t know.”  Michael sank onto a chair at the kitchen table.  He glanced around as Maggie busied herself putting a kettle of water on the stove and taking a French press from a cupboard.

“I hope I’m not causing a problem with your fiancé.  Husband?  Whatever.”

Maggie paused to look at him, her lips forming a grim line.  “Yeah, well, that didn’t work out so…no worries.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

She worked in silence breaking eggs into a bowl and putting strips of bacon into a skillet as Michael sat at the table and occasionally used the towel to swipe at his face.   On the stove, the bacon began to sizzle as the kettle whistled.  Maggie poured the boiling water into the press and let it stand for a moment as she chopped a small onion and part of a green pepper.

“Did you know Stan Hodges died?” Michael finally asked.

Maggie arched an eyebrow.  “I was at the funeral.  Where were you?”

“I don’t know,” he answered vaguely.  He watched her grate cheddar into the eggs.  Then she pressed the plunger on the coffee and poured some into a cornflower blue mug with a white script ‘M’ on the side.

M for Maggie. Or Michael.  He shook his head to dismiss the inane thought.  Looking around the small apartment, he asked, “Why are you still here?”

Maggie glanced over her shoulder.  “What, I should move uptown into one of your glass and steel monstrosities?”

“I was just thinking that you could afford a bigger place, that’s all.”

“This may be a tiny apartment but this building has soul.  Once upon a time, a family called this place home.  Maybe I can’t afford to own a whole townhouse but at least I can rent a small part of it.”

Michael watched her for a moment.  “You could have bought your own townhouse if you’d stayed with the firm.”

Maggie turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms.  “If I’d stayed, I’d have been out of a job along with everyone else.  You really tanked everyone, you know that, right?”

He looked down at his hands.  “I wouldn’t have pursued the television thing if you’d still been there.”

She snorted, returning to her cutting board.  “Bullshit.  Being on the news every night is exactly your thing.  You can’t put that off on me.”

She set the coffee in front of him.  “What are you doing here, Michael?”

He stalled, sipping the steaming hazelnut blend.  “This isn’t where I meant to be.  I went out and ended up down here in the Village.  I was at the Blue Note until they kicked everybody out.  I got a little lost and then realized I was across the street from your apartment.”

Maggie turned back to her omelet, stirring in the vegetables.  The bacon had quieted down and she turned over the strips, causing them to erupt into loud sizzling once again.  “Why are you here?” she asked again.

“I’m sick,” he said quietly.

“I don’t doubt it.  It’s forty degrees outside and you’re soaked.  It’s a wonder you don’t have pneumonia.”

“It’s cancer.”

Maggie froze mid-stir.  “What?”  Slowly, she turned around.

“Cancer.”

“Shit.”  She crossed to the table and sank onto the chair across from him, gaping at him wide-eyed.

The Rannigan’s Redemption Collection is out July 26.  You can pre-order it now from any of these fine online booksellers.

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