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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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Finally Available in One Boxed Set!

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The Rannigan’s Redemption Collection

by Pandora Spocks

Rannigan’s Redemption is the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.

Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot.  She’s smart and good 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 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 was originally released as three separate novels.  Now, the entire story is available in one sexy, exciting, heartfelt, 5-STAR collection.

 

 

Here’s what readers are saying…

If you decided to read this story, you should prepare yourself. The journey of Michael and Maggie will carry you through a gripping narrative of suspense and enticement. The world of defense law surfaces as dark and decadent, driving the main characters to the fringes of heightened intensity. The character motivations are easy to understand, but as the story unravels, highly charged emotions plunge the characters into uncharted territories. Pandora has outdone herself on this story. A great read.”

“…Pandora Spocks has an incredibly original new voice in erotica and romance. This particular offering is truthfully raw, something you don’t see often in the romance genre. She does a really nice job transporting her reader into the cut throat world of defense law, and in the end you really don’t know what’s coming next.”

“…it’s the book fifty shades should have been.”

“Rannigan’s Redemption: Running Rogue took my breath away. The continuing story of Michael and Maggie is both spicy and heartwarming. In erotic romance books I am used to a ton of heat and not much else. But this author has accomplished what many others in this genre have not. She created memorable, multi-dimensional characters who undergo tough transformations on their journey to love. This book is a must read for those who enjoy their romance with some soul-touching depth.”

“…The finale is an emotional powerhouse…”

“…there are very few books that made me bawl like a baby. One was Fine Things by Daniel Steele. And that’s who Pandora Spocks’ writing can be compared to. Steele, Jackie Collins. She’s one of the finest Indie writers I’ve met.”

 

How about a sexy sample of Rannigan’s Redemption…

One night in late January, Michael attended a black-tie gala at the Met.  His date Kimberley had cancelled at the last minute, suddenly called out of town for an emergency photo shoot.  She was replacing someone who’d dropped out sick.

He rolled his eyes.  Because God knows we need more swimsuit photos, he thought irritably.  On the other hand, flying solo tonight might not be the worst thing in the world.  He glanced around at scores of beautiful women draped in designer gowns. I’m always up for something new.

He made his way to the bar where he ordered a bourbon.  “Make mine a dirty martini,” said a smoky female voice to his right.  He glanced over to see a stunning blonde in a sparkling strapless black gown with a deep plunging neckline showcasing stellar tits and a slit up the left side revealing an exquisite leg.

Michael smiled slyly and said, “You know what they say about women who order dirty martinis.”

The woman glanced at him sideways.  “No.  What do they say?” she challenged.

“They say that women who order dirty martinis are enchanting, gorgeous, and intelligent.”  He grinned playfully. “I’m Michael Rannigan.”

The woman laughed.  “Well, Michael Rannigan, I see that you’re blessed with the gift of gab.  I’m Alexis Bennett.”

“Nice to meet you, Alexis Bennett.  Tell me, are you here with your husband?  Boyfriend?  Lesbian lover?”  He gave his best mischievous smirk.

She laughed again.  “You are shameless,” she said shaking her head.  “No, sadly, they all stayed home.  I’m here by myself tonight.”

“We can’t have that, can we?” he grinned.  “Where is your table?”

Alexis pointed to the far side of the room.  “I’m at 17.”

Michael shook his head.  “That will never do.  You’re at the wrong table.”

She frowned.  “Which is the right table?”

“Mine, of course, number 5.  I’ll have the situation remedied immediately,” he said.  “Believe you me, heads will roll.”

Throughout dinner Michael kept up the charm and Alexis seemed to enjoy his company.  As they chatted, she revealed that she was a talent agent representing many prominent news personalities and she seemed interested in the fact that Michael was an attorney.

After dinner, they skipped out on the rest of the festivities in favor of heading to Michael’s place for drinks.  Behind his bar mixing a martini for her and pouring a bourbon for himself, Michael regaled Alexis with stories from his years in court, embellishing here and there for effect.  She laughed in the appropriate places as she perched on a bar stool across from him.  His eyes were drawn to her mesmerizing cleavage and to the shapely left leg obligingly revealed by the slit in her gown.

“Are you going to keep undressing me with your eyes all night, or are you going to man up?” she asked as she drained her glass

Michael grinned mischievously.  “I’m something of a voyeur,” he said.  “How about you undress while I watch?”  He sauntered over to the couch and took a seat, crossing his ankle over his knee and resting his arms on the back.

Alexis slid off the stool and stood in the middle of the living room.  Giving him a sly look, she reached under her left arm and unzipped the Elie Saab gown and let it slide down and pool around her black Christian Louboutins.

She reminds me of Veronica, Michael thought.  They could almost be sisters.  His cock responded instantly to that thought.

He smiled appreciatively at her black lace bustier with garters holding up sheer black stockings.  A tiny black thong completed the ensemble.   His eyes traveled back up to the creamy mounds bursting from the top of the overextended lace.  He hooked a finger toward her in a ‘come hither’ motion.

She walked over and straddled him, pressing her lips to his.  He’d waited as long as he could to get his hands on her glorious tits.  A sharp tug allowed them to spill out over the top of the bustier and he gathered them up in his hands, hefting their weight and brushing across the sharp pink nubs with his thumbs.

Alexis, for her part, began to grind his erection with her sex, moaning lightly as his member responded favorably to her movements.  As he took her left tit into his mouth, she moved her hands down to undo his pants and release his rock-hard cock.  Shifting slightly, she pulled aside the thong and slid him into her, tossing back her head as he filled her wet and needy core.  Her movements began in earnest as she rode him feverishly.  Michael moved his hips in harmony with hers and felt his release begin to build.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and gripped her tightly as he stood, laying her on the coffee table and beginning to fuck her in earnest.  “Oh, baby, you feel so good,” he cooed into her ear.  Her heightened cries announced her imminent climax and he felt his own release pulsing in conjunction with the clenching of her sex.  The sensation of ecstasy washed over him as his essence poured out.

He held himself over her for a moment, panting to catch his breath, before he kissed her lightly on the forehead and removed himself from her.

 Intrigued? 

Here’s where you can find Rannigan’s Redemption.

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

 

About Pandora Spocks:

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Pandora Spocks is a sassy ginger and a hopeless romantic living her happily ever after in South Florida with her loving Sir, one large German shepherd, and two normal-sized cats. She aspires to own chickens and a giraffe.

Pandora has had stories pinballing around in her head for years. At one point, she spent hours daydreaming in Mrs. Howe’s ninth grade algebra class. She didn’t learn much algebra, but she had some really good ideas. Recently she decided to try her hand at sharing those stories with others.

She enjoys reading and writing literary erotic fiction. She is the author of sensual, heartfelt epic contemporary romance Rannigan’s Redemption, smart, sexy adventure novel Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over, and the naughty romantic novella Just One Night.
Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy romance.

You can find Pandora here:

Web site: https://PandoraSpocksAuthor.com/

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Twitter: @PandoraSpocksWP

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Goodreads Book Link: http://bit.ly/29kZvuD

 

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.

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

 

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Weekend Excerpt–It’s a Mystery!

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Not so long ago I wrote a three-novel story called Rannigan’s Redemption.  The books were released one at a time over the course of about six months.

On July 26, you’ll be able to own the entire collection as a boxed set.  And on July 12, I’ll be revealing the cover.  You’ll see it first here.

For now, here’s an excerpt from Running Rogue, the second book.

Maggie strode purposefully across the lobby of Michael’s building.  It had been a shit week and knowing that she had to work all weekend to make up for what she’d missed, all she wanted to do was to check in on Michael, deliver his soup, and head home to a nice hot bath and a large glass of wine.  Ahead of her a man was just stepping into the elevator and she increased her pace, hoping to make it before the doors closed.  He turned and their eyes met just as the doors slid shut.

“Well, shit!” she muttered, juggling her purse, her brief case, and the bag from the deli.  Just then the doors slid back open.

“Sorry about that,” the man said, “I didn’t realize you were right behind me.”  He held open the door as she stepped in and turned around.  “What floor?”

Maggie glanced up at him.  He was tall with broad shoulders, muscular without being muscle-bound, with wavy brown hair and sparkling blue eyes framed by the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man.  She’d noticed a bit of a drawl when he spoke.  Dressed in a t-shirt and sweatpants, he’d apparently been working out in the gym.  He stood beaming at her with a boyish grin on his face and he seemed to be waiting for her.  She realized she was staring.

Oh, shit!  What floor?  “Oh, sorry, um, twenty-one, please.”

He grinned again.  “Twenty-one.  That’s my floor, too.”  He held out a hand.  “I’ve only been here a couple of months.  We haven’t met yet.  I’m Bobby.”

Maggie shifted the deli bag and grasped his hand.  “Um, I’m Maggie.  I don’t actually live here.  I’m visiting a friend.”  She paused.  “Do you know Michael in 2101?”

Bobby’s eyes widened and he took a step back.  “Oh.  You’re one of Michael’s girls.”

Maggie frowned.  “No.  I am absolutely not one of Michael’s girls.  Nope.  Not me.  No way.”  She shook her head emphatically.

Bobby grinned wryly.  “So you’re not one of Michael’s girls.”

She felt her face flush.  “I’ve known Michael for a long time.  We used to work together.  He’s a little…under the weather, and I told him I’d stop by, bring him some soup.”  She held up the deli bag for emphasis.

He flashed the boyish grin, blue eyes sparkling with amusement.  Maggie felt her pulse race and a warm flush crept up her neck.  What the hell?

“So you’re a lawyer.”

She nodded.  “Yep.  Sorry.”

“Why sorry?”

“Everybody hates lawyers,” she replied as the elevator doors opened on the twenty-first floor.  She stepped out into the hallway and immediately went down hard on her left knee.

“Motherfucker!” she cried out.

Bobby was beside her instantly.  “Are you alright?  What happened?”

Maggie looked around.  “My shoe.”  The heel of her right shoe was caught in the space between the elevator and the hallway.  It had snapped off as she stepped forward.  Bobby grabbed it before the doors closed, then gently took her arm and helped her up.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked, concerned.

“I’m alright, really,” she replied shakily.  Blood was dripping from her knee and running in rivulets all the way down her shin.

“You banged up your knee.”

“But I saved the soup, so there’s that,” she quipped.

He placed a hand on the small of her back and walked her down the hall, stopping at a door.  “This is me,” he said.  “Come in and let me at least bandage you up.”  Maggie regarded him warily.

“I’m not an axe murderer, I promise,” he laughed.

She frowned.  “Isn’t that exactly what an axe murderer would say?” she said as he unlocked the door.

“Tell you what–we’ll leave the door open.  You can sit right here.”  He pointed to a bench in the foyer.  “If I make any sudden moves you can run for it,” he chuckled.

Sheepishly, Maggie sank onto the bench.  Truthfully, her knee hurt.  She set down her things and glanced up at him.  “Thanks,” she said quietly.

Bobby smiled and gestured to his right.  “I’ll just…go get my axe.”

She could hear him in another room rummaging around through something.  She removed her broken shoe and held up the dismembered heel.  It had come clean off the sole.  An image flashed through her mind of the shoe repair shop just around the corner from her apartment.

“I can fix that for you.”  Startled, she looked up.  Bobby had returned with first aid supplies.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that,” she said quickly.  “There’s a shop near my place.”

He poured alcohol on some gauze and knelt beside her.  “It won’t take me two seconds,” he murmured, dabbing at her knee.

Maggie breathed in sharply.  “Ouch!  Ow ow ow!” she protested softly.

Bobby looked up at her.  “Sorry, cher,” he said, “we’ve got to get it cleaned out.”  Gently he grasped the back of her calf and raised her leg, wiping away the streaks of blood.

Maggie stared at him, scarcely breathing.  There was something electric about his touch, so strong yet so tender.

He finished cleaning her shin and returned to her knee, carefully placing a large bandage over the scrape.  “There you are, good as new.  Well, almost,” he smiled.

He took the shoe and heel from her.  “I really can fix this for you.  I’d just have to find my tools,” he nodded his head toward the other room.  “I should really unpack anyway,” he smiled ruefully.

Maggie rose from the bench and stood lopsided on one heel.  “I don’t want to be more trouble than I’ve already been.”

            Something tells me that you’re all kinds of trouble, cher.  “It’s no trouble.  Besides, I’d be worried about you limping along like Quasimodo on your way home,” he laughed.

She laughed, too.  “Well, alright then.  Thank you.  And thanks for…”  She glanced down at her knee.

“It’s my pleasure, cher,” he said quietly.

Maggie felt as though suddenly all the air had gone out of the room.  She stared up into his amazing blue eyes.  She opened her mouth but no words came out.

He spoke.  “Just stop by when you’re finished at Michael’s.  If I have to leave before that, I’ll bring you your shoe.”

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