Rannigan’s
Redemption Part 3: Ransoming Redemption
The
Basics:
Title:
Rannigan’s Redemption
Part 2: Running Rogue
Release
Date: April 18, 2016
Genres:
Erotic Romance
Heat
Level: Erotic
Word
count: 51, 831
Author:
Pandora Spocks
Cover
Design: Eeva Lancaster, The Book Khaleesi
Blurb:
Michael
Rannigan sees the writing on the wall. And he’s determined to find
redemption. He knows he’s spent his life keeping everyone at arm’s
length. He’s burned bridges and destroyed friendships, leaving a
path of destruction in his wake. But he thinks he’s found a way to
make things right. At least for the one person who’s never given
up on him.
Maggie
Flynn’s life is changing quickly. Just when she’s decided make
work her focus and to be content with being single, she has a new man
in her life. Thanks to Michael and his interference, anyway.
Bobby
is almost too good to be true, with his tall good looks, his sexy
Cajun accent, and his irresistible lop-sided smile. He’s head over
heels for Maggie. She knows she’s found the real thing.
Together,
can they face the biggest challenge they’ve ever endured?
Ransoming
Redemption is the third and final book of the 5 Star reviewed
Rannigan’s Redemption series.
Author
Bio:
Pandora Spocks lives 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 smart, sexy romance novels Luke
& Bella: Two Streets Over
and the Rannigan's
Redemption
series.
Pandora is currently at work on her next spicy
romance.
Author
Contact:
Twitter:
@PandoraSpocksWP
Excerpt One
“I
don’t think I want to go into town today,” Maggie said as she and
Bobby lingered over an al
fresco breakfast.
“I don’t even think I want to get dressed today.” She
smiled lazily and reached her arms over her head in a stretch that
pushed her bare breasts front and center.
Bobby rewarded
her with his lopsided grin as his cock offered an enthusiastic
salute. “Okay by me. Hell, we can go naked all weekend
if you want.”
The truth was
that since they’d gone below deck the previous night, neither of
them had bothered with clothes. They’d fucked hard in a
heated, feral sort of way, come back on deck to drink more wine, then
headed back to the master cabin to make love more slowly the second
time. The third time, they’d faced each other on their sides,
joined intimately, each leaning back to watch as his cock speared in
and out of her slick pussy. Across the breakfast table, he
watched a sated smile cross her face, and he knew she was reliving
last night as well.
“Of course, the
folks in town might have something to say if we show up tomorrow in
the buff,” he mused.
“We’re
definitely going in to town tomorrow?”
Bobby nodded.
“It’s your birthday, cher.
There are reservations to keep.”
“Oh,” she
said, grinning like a little girl. “Well, let’s have naked
Friday, then.”
He raised his
glass of orange juice. “By proclamation of the birthday girl,
it is hereby so ordered that today shall be known as Naked Friday!”
Maggie touched her glass to his and they both laughed. “How
about we sail to a reef a few miles out, and we spend the day
snorkeling?”
“That sounds
perfect,” she said.
The first place
they stopped had a few boats nearby so Bobby sailed to another reef a
bit further out, and they found the privacy they wanted. They
anchored just off the reef and lowered the transom to create a dive
platform complete with a ladder into the water. Maggie and
Bobby snorkeled for hours, delighting in scores of tropical fish,
large sea turtles, and even a few sharks.
As the sun sank
lower in the western sky, Bobby clung to the ladder. “Maybe
we should make our way back toward Key West,” he said, placing his
snorkel gear on the platform.
“I’m not
quite ready yet,” Maggie answered. She swam up to the
platform and put her own gear there, then swished backwards, treading
water a few feet away. Her breasts floated near the top of the
water and she gave him a wicked smile.
“Not quite
ready?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “Did we forget
something?
“I didn’t
forget,” she said as she swam to him and gripped his shoulders.
Bobby continued
to hold the ladder with one hand, wrapping his other arm around her
waist and pulling her to him. Her lips found his and latched on
as her legs wrapped around his waist. “I want you right here,
bayou boy,” she murmured against his cheek.
“Then you
should take me, cher,”
he growled as he devoured her lips. She reached between them to
position his hard cock at her entrance and leaned back to look into
his eyes. Slowly she tightened her legs around his body pulling
him firmly into her tight pussy, her gaze never leaving his.
“You are so
sexy,” he murmured as he pumped in and out of her sex, feeling his
climax building. She tightened around him and moaned as her
head dropped back. “Come on cher,
let it go,” he urged softly. As she cried out, his own
release came as well, and after, they clung to each other trying to
regain their breath.
Excerpt Two
Standing
in the empty parlor three steps down from the entry, Maggie’s gaze
traveled from the intricately designed hardwood floors to the crisp
white crown molding, halting in amazement on the ornate stone
federalist fireplace. Winnie was giving a running narrative
though Maggie only half heard her. “Now you’ll notice lots
of original details throughout this property.”
“When was this
house built?” Michael asked.
“Got to be late
1800s,” Maggie murmured thoughtfully.
“1890 to be
precise,” said Winnie sounding pleased. “You know your
architecture. It’s believed that it was originally built to
be the home of a gentleman’s mistress. He set her up in grand
style.”
Maggie giggled.
“Ooh, how scandalous! What an interesting history.”
She walked the perimeter of the room. “Michael, do you see
the wood inlay in the floor all around the edge?” she asked,
stooping to lightly caress the design. “This is just
exquisite.”
She turned to
Michael suddenly. “You’re not seriously considering
moving?”
He shook his
head. “Nah, this would be an investment. I wanted your
opinion on the place, though.” Crossing to a bay window that
overlooked the sidewalk and street, he sank onto the seat and put his
oxygen back in. “How about you look it over for me and see
what you think.”
Winnie nodded.
“If you go on back, you’ll see they’ve upgraded the kitchen
while keeping the original style of the place intact.”
Maggie continued
down the hallway past a formal dining room and into the kitchen.
As Winnie had said, it was spacious and open, boasting high end
stainless steel appliances and stone counter tops, but nothing
overpowered the original stone floor and fireplace. At the end
of the room was a space for a breakfast table and beyond that, tall
vintage French doors.
“Oh, Michael,
there’s a yard back here,” she called, letting herself out into a
small gravel courtyard dominated by a huge old oak tree and edged by
landscaping beds. There
are probably tulip and daffodil bulbs that pop up in the spring,
Maggie
mused. The brick walls of the garden were covered with ivy.
She returned to
the parlor. “Michael, this is absolutely amazing.”
“You like it,
then?” he asked, seeming pleased.
“It’s
beautiful. Maybe you should
think about moving,” she said.
“You haven’t
seen the upstairs yet,” Winnie reminded her. “This house
has four bedrooms and four and a half baths. The master suite
takes up the entire second floor. Two bedrooms are on the third
floor, and there’s a smaller attic bedroom at the top. Oh,
and the basement is finished. It’s perfect for a home office
or a gym.”
Maggie had just
started up the stairs when Michael called from the window seat.
“Hey, Mags? Do you have a couple of dollars?”
“A couple of
dollars?”
“Yeah. I
want to buy a newspaper.”
“Michael, I’ll
buy you a paper on the way home.”
“There’s a
little store on the corner,” he hooked his thumb toward the window,
“I just forgot my wallet. Can you loan me some money?”
Maggie returned
to the living room. “Oh, for fu-,” she glanced at Winnie,
“I mean, for Pete’s sake,” she muttered as she dug though her
purse. “Here’s five bucks. Honestly, I would be happy
to get your paper when we’re finished here.”
Michael flashed
his best grin. “Thanks, Mags. By the way, can you sign
as a witness? I’ve decided to buy the house.”
Maggie frowned at
the document in his hand. “We haven’t even looked at the
rest of it yet.”
“I’ve seen
the pictures. And judging by the way you like this floor, I’m
thinking this is a good deal.”
She took the
document from him, her brow furrowed in thought.
“Maggie, wait
until you see the claw foot tubs in the bathrooms,” Winnie said.
“And they’ve maintained the vintage tile on the floors and
walls.” Maggie looked up from the contract.
“Just sign
below me, Mags,” Michael said, pointing to the line.
Distractedly, she took the pen from him and quickly signed her name
as Winnie continued talking.
“And the master
suite has its own original fireplace similar to the one down here.
Let me show you.”
Taking one last
look at Michael, Maggie dutifully followed the realtor up the
stairs. Michael smiled smugly to himself.
On the ride back
to the east side, Maggie couldn’t stop talking about the house.
“Michael, it’s an amazing find. A townhouse from the 1890s
in such pristine condition? It’s absolutely beautiful.”
She looked at him sharply. “What about your newspaper?”
Michael waved
dismissively. “Oh, I changed my mind.”
Maggie shook her
head. “Unbelievable. And I can’t get over you making
an appointment to buy a house on Christmas Eve. Who does that?”
Michael and
Maggie shared a Christmas Eve dinner of Chinese take-out on the
living room coffee table in the sparkling glow of the tree.
Following dinner, Maggie completed her preparations for the next day,
including an inventory of the bar.
“Michael, what
is all this champagne for?” With her head in the cabinet, her
voice sounded muffled.
He waved a
dismissive hand. “It’s left over from your birthday.”
“That’s a lot
of leftover champagne.”
When she finished
checking on the turkey brining out on the terrace, she returned to
the living room and sank onto the huge leather sectional.
Michael poured bourbon for both of them and they sat in comfortable
silence, sipping and admiring the holiday lights reflected in the
windows.
“It’s
pretty,” Michael murmured, nodding toward the tree. “I
can’t remember the last time I bothered to get a tree. Can’t
remember the last time I stayed in town on purpose for the holiday,
come to think of it.”
Maggie sipped her
drink. “Yes, the tree is beautiful. And it’s nice,
having Christmas at your place this year.”
He smiled.
“It is. But I say that before we’re overrun with guests.”
They both laughed.
Michael’s
expression turned contemplative. “Are you happy, Mags?”
Bobby’s face
popped into her mind and she turned to him, smiling. “I am
very happy, Michael.”
His eyes narrowed
thoughtfully. “I mean everything. Bobby, work?”
Her left shoulder
came up and she tilted her head. “Well, work, you know.”
She pursed her lips and looked down. “I realized something
recently. Since my time in law school, I wanted to be a
prosecutor because I wanted to make sure that justice was served.”
She snorted,
shaking her head. “How fucking arrogant is that? I’m
going to right all the wrongs, protect the public from the bad guys.
I’ve been so full of shit.”
Michael smiled
sardonically. “Yeah, I wasn’t going to bring that up, but…”
“You’re an
asshole, you know that?” she laughed, tossing a wadded up napkin at
him.
“It’s just
who you are, passionate about everything. I’ll never forget
Mary Margaret Flynn, marching herself into my office and telling me
that we should support local business instead of corporate greed.”
They both laughed and resumed watching the tree in silence for a
while.
Michael retrieved
the bourbon bottle to top them off again. “Ever think about
finding a different job, maybe with a firm that doesn’t do criminal
law?”
She shrugged
lightly. “Maybe, I don’t know. Bobby and I have
talked about it a little.”
He met her eyes,
his gaze intense. “He’s a good man.”
“Yes, he is,”
she agreed. “I’m a lucky girl.”
Michael looked
into his glass and swirled it gently. “When I go, I want to
know that you’re happy. It’s important to me.”
“Stop it!
I hate it when you talk like that.”
“It’s going
to happen,” he said softly, not looking away from his drink.
“Not talking about it doesn’t change anything.” His eyes
met hers. “You deserve to be happy, to have everything you
want.”
“Well, I can’t
think of anything I need. I’m gainfully employed, I have a
man who loves me, I have friends who support me. In a week
Bobby’s moving in with me and we’ll start looking for a place
together. I’d say I’m pretty much set.”
He watched her
thoughtfully for a moment then lifted his glass. “Merry
Christmas, Mary Margaret Flynn.”
Maggie smiled
ruefully at his use of her full name. Again. “Merry
Christmas, Sean Michael Rannigan.”
Love n Stuff
Scarlett
xXx
