Rannigan’s Redemption is an epic 3-novel contemporary erotic romance/law drama. It’s the story of the complicated relationship between hotshot Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and Maggie Flynn, the smart, talented redhead he hires straight out of law school to join his prestigious firm.
RANSOMING REDEMPTION is Book 3 of the trilogy.
[Beware: Spoilers ahead!]
Maggie is so far from Michael’s usual taste in women, the vapid bottle-blondes he keeps on speed dial. He can’t figure what it is about Maggie that he can’t quite get out of his mind. After a night of passion ends in disaster, the pair go their separate ways, each of them making questionable decisions both professionally and personally.
In the process, Michael burns all the bridges he had left, so when his world comes crashing down, he doesn’t know where to turn. Only Maggie is willing to stand beside him. Michael’s all wrong for Maggie, he knows that. He could never be the man she needs.
But he’s met someone who might fit the bill. If only Maggie will give him a chance. Putting Maggie and Bobby together is part of Michael’s attempt at redemption. But is it enough?
Here’s an exclusive new excerpt from RANSOMING REDEMPTION, the third and final volume of Rannigan’s Redemption.
Spent, Bobby tenderly kissed Maggie’s temple, separated his body from hers, and collapsed beside her on the bed. Following their union on the couch, they’d moved into the bedroom, making love for hours.
“Now the bed is much fucked-upon,” Maggie giggled.
He gave her a wry look and linked his fingers with hers. “Lucky bed. Lucky me,” Bobby murmured.
Maggie rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. “I’m pretty sure I’m the lucky one. Sore, in a good way obviously, but lucky.”
“We’ll compromise and say we’re both lucky,” he said, lightly tracing the tiny sun tattoo on her hip. A smile played on his lips. “Tell me about this, cher.”
She glanced over her shoulder to the yellow and orange sun before looking back at him, a sly smile spreading across her face. “Casey and I went to Daytona for Spring Break one year during law school.”
Bobby grinned as he imagined young Maggie on the loose for Spring Break. “We were kind of drunk and I wanted to go back to the hotel, but on the way we passed a tattoo shop and she dragged me inside. She got this really stupid unicorn.” Maggie laughed. “I can’t ever tell her it’s stupid. She probably realizes it by now anyway.”
She looked back at Bobby. “So there we were and I couldn’t decide what to get. Then I saw this.” A pensive look crossed her face. “Casey didn’t realize that it was the anniversary of my father’s death.”
She breathed out and paused. Bobby waited patiently. “My dad used to sing this song to me when I was little.” She looked up at him through her lashes. “When I saw the sun, I knew. It’s kind of weird, I suppose, getting a tattoo on my ass to remind me of my dad.”
“It’s your hip, not your ass. And I think it’s a beautiful reminder of special times with your father.” He gave her a look. “I sing that song to Savannah. Must be a father/daughter kind of thing.”
She watched him steadily, her eyes sparkling in the half-light. “I never told anyone that before. Even Casey doesn’t know why I chose the sun.”
“I’m honored that you shared it with me.” He stroked her cheek, and she turned to plant a kiss on his palm. “Speaking of sharing intimate things, you mentioned something over the phone that I found interesting.” She waited, brow furrowed, to hear what he would say. “You said you might be interested in having my cum on you?”
“Oh, God!” Maggie muttered, covering her face with her hands. “I’d had some wine and you were far, far away.”
Bobby grinned, arching an eyebrow. “Maggie Flynn is something of a kinkster,” he teased, twirling a lock of her hair around his finger. “I love it. Cum on your tits, don’t mind being a little sore… What else might you be interested in?”
She blushed deeply. “I don’t know, I was just talking.” Uncomfortable, she chewed her lower lip.
He lightly stroked from her shoulder down to her tattoo and back up again. “You can tell me. Blindfolds? Cuffs? Toys?” he asked softly.
She chewed her lip harder and nodded sheepishly. Bobby laughed. “Oh, cher, you are such a hellcat. Have you done those things before? Why are you shy to tell me what you like?”
Her eyes widened and she pushed herself up, sitting on the edge of the bed with her back to him. “Because I don’t want you to think…”
“Think what?”
“I don’t want you to think I’m a whore,” she whispered.
Baffled, Bobby sat up behind her, his hand on her back. “Jesus, Maggie, why would I think that? Is this about your fiancé? You told me before that he wasn’t good to you. I didn’t mean to open up old wounds.”
She waved him off. “It’s no big deal.”
He pressed his lips to her shoulder. “You can talk to me, cher.”
Maggie sighed and allowed him to pull her back against his chest. They rested against the pillows and he wrapped her in his arms, tucking her under his chin. Absently she stroked his chest. “I met Mike when he was the arresting officer on one of my cases. After I met with him and his partner at their precinct, he followed me out and asked me to have a drink with him that night.”
“Mm-hmm,” he encouraged. She felt the vibration through his chest.
“Well, so I did meet him for drinks that night after work.” She breathed out sharply. “And I slept with him.”
Bobby waited but she seemed finished. “And? Cher, you met a guy you were attracted to and you had sex with him. Consenting adults do it all the time.”
“I don’t. I don’t do it all the time,” she said. “But I was lonely and he seemed nice. The next thing I knew we were dating, and then we were engaged, for fuck’s sake. I didn’t really even like him. And he was crap in bed.”
She looked up at him trying to decide how much more to say. “I never came with him. Not once. I tried to, you know, suggest a few things. But he just shut me down.”
Thinking about the multiple times she’d come since they’d been together, he pulled her closer, kissing her forehead. “So what made you finally end it?”
“We went to Rance’s wedding. It turned out that Michael was there, too. I was surprised. I hadn’t seen him in over a year. So he and I talked for a few minutes and that was it. When Mike and I got home he went ballistic, practically accused me of fucking Michael right there at the wedding.”
Bobby’s mind went to his own insecurities that had been on display earlier in the evening. He sighed as he lightly caressed her upper arm.
“He told me that nobody but a whore would sleep with a guy on the first date,” she whispered. “I felt so ashamed.”
“Oh, ma ‘tite cher,” he hugged her tightly. “Remember what you said earlier about scars? You’re a sensual, passionate woman. You enjoy making love. That doesn’t make you a whore. He’s an idiot. You have absolutely nothing to be ashamed of.”
Maggie looked up at him solemnly, unsure whether or not to believe him.
“You scared him, cher. He didn’t know how to handle a smart, hot blooded, sexy woman like you.”
She seemed thoughtful. “Do you know how to handle me?”
He gazed at her lovingly. “Learn what you like and give you a lot of it. It’s not that complicated.” Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips.
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