Rannigan’s Redemption–Meet Maggie Flynn

Rannigan’s Redemption is a three-novel contemporary erotic romance/law drama.  It tells the story of high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan, and his complicated relationship with Maggie Flynn, the smart, redheaded lawyer he hires straight out of law school to join his elite firm.

In my last post, we met Michael Rannigan, the irresistible bad-boy title character.  Today, meet Maggie Flynn, the woman who causes Michael to question the way he lives his life.

About to graduate from law school, Maggie has her life all mapped out.  But when she sees Michael taking interviews at a job fair, she takes a chance, and he hires her nearly on the spot.

Attracted to him from the start, Maggie realizes that her crush on Michael is all but hopeless.  He’s a self-absorbed womanizer. But beneath that cool exterior, she’s seen the man he can be and she’s sure that love can bring that out. In the meantime, she’s content to work with him.

In this excerpt, Maggie meets Michael 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.

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Rannigan’s Redemption–Meet Michael Rannigan

I’ve been so busy promoting my Dream Dominant Collection, that I feel I’m neglecting my sexy law drama, Rannigan’s Redemption.  So that stops now.

Rannigan’s Redemption is a three-novel contemporary erotic romance/law drama.  It tells the story of high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan, and his complicated relationship with Maggie Flynn, the smart, redheaded lawyer he hires straight out of law school to join his elite firm.

I’ll just come right out and say it.  Michael is not a nice guy.  He’s an inveterate player, and he’s always looking out for number one.  He avoids emotional attachments, preferring to surround himself with vapid blondes who are as shallow as he is.

He hired Maggie because he can see how smart she is.  She’s a great addition to his team.  But there’s something irresistible about Mary Margaret Flynn, something that he can’t quite shake, no matter how hard he tries.

In this excerpt, the first chapter from the book, meet Michael Rannigan.

Fucking her had been inevitable, he reasoned.  After all, Maggie was not unattractive with her thick red hair, bright green eyes shaded by long red lashes she darkened with mascara, the smattering of freckles across her nose.  Beneath those inexpensive business suits she favored, her body wasn’t bad.  Don’t think he hadn’t noticed.

It was an odd line of thought for a man on vacation.  He stretched out his legs on the chaise and gazed past his tanned bare feet to the turquoise water of the Indian Ocean.  His travel agent had assured him that he’d love the Maldives.  He raised his glass of bourbon in a toast to Nancy at East Coast Travel, but his thoughts returned to Maggie.

He’d actually been surprised at the firm, full, round tits he’d unearthed beneath that conservative grey blouse.  They were much larger than he’d realized, in a natural, homegrown sort of way.

Obviously, she wasn’t his usual taste. He preferred bottle blondes with tiny waists and store-bought tits, the bigger the better.  In fact, if a woman resembled Barbie, it was a plus.  Not that he’d turn down a hot brunette, either.  He gravitated toward socialites, models, or occasionally actresses, the more successful the better.  Less successful women tended to be needy, emotionally speaking.  Flight attendants were his among his favorites.  They could never stay.

He glanced to his right at Vivian, the chosen one accompanying him on this trip. She wore only the tiniest black bikini bottoms, having removed the top to avoid tan lines.  Her white blonde hair was swept up in a knot on top of her head.  Expensive designer sunglasses shaded eyes he knew were violet, albeit artificially so, thanks to purple contacts.  Plumped pouting lips were precisely situated beneath her perfect designer nose.  Had she told him that she’d had her lips done again just before they left New York?  He couldn’t seem to remember.  His gaze fell to her enormous tits.  They really are her best quality, he thought.  Later, he’d fuck those tits.  She could always shower before dinner.

She noticed that he was looking her way.  “Hey, baby,” she simpered, fingering her left nipple provocatively.  He winked at her then looked away without answering.

As a fellow attorney, Maggie was much too bright for his liking as well.  He wasn’t in it for the conversation, after all; he was never interested in what they had to say.  And boning a colleague was usually a bad idea.  But she’d liked him.  She always had, since she first was hired at Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny.

There were those who called Michael Rannigan shallow.  He shook his head.  Fuck them, and the horse they rode in on, he thought.

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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.

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