Rannigan’s
Redemption Collection Boxed Set
The Basics:
Title: Rannigan’s Redemption
Release Date: July 26, 2016
Genres: Erotic Romance
Heat Level: Erotic
Word count: 170, 376
Author: Pandora Spocks
Cover Design: Eeva Lancaster, The Book Khaleesi
Rannigan’s Redemption on Amazon: http://amzn.to/291BvNl
Blurb:
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.
Although Rannigan’s Redemption was intended to
be one book, this story was too long and covers nearly ten years of Michael’s
and Maggie’s lives, so it was originally released as three separate
novels.
This boxed set includes all three Rannigan’s
Redemption novels: Resisting Risk, Running Rogue, and Ransoming
Redemption.
Author
Bio:
Pandora Spocks is a
hopeless romantic and 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 adventure novel Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over and the naughty romantic novella Just One Night.
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 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.
Author
Contact:
Twitter:
@PandoraSpocksWP
Excerpt
Choice One (explicit)
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.
Excerpt
Choice Two (not explicit)
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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