Rannigan's Redemption Part 3: Ransoming Redemption

By Pandora Spocks

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.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pandora Spocks
• Release date: Apr 18, 2016
• ISBN: 9781519955814

Pandora Spocks

Pandora Spocks is a bratty ginger and hopeless romantic who lives her happily ever after in South Florida. Pandora has entertained herself with the stories pinballing around in her head for years. Recently she decided to try her hand at sharing those stories with others. The author of Luke & Bella: Two Streets Over and the Rannigan's Redemption series, she enjoys reading and writing literary erotic fiction. Pandora is currently busy writing her next spicy romance.

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Rannigan’s Redemption

Part 3: Ransoming Redemption

By Pandora Spocks

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Copyright 2016 Pandora Spocks

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Chapter 1

Maggie Flynn smiled to herself as she watched the falling snow through the large bay window of the Red Lion Inn.  This is gonna be good, he’d said.  While she waited at their table, Bobby had gone to check them in for their overnight stay.

He planned ahead, made reservations.  But he made sure I didn’t feel pressured.  Which of course I didn’t. She rolled her eyes. I did a little planning ahead of my own.  She sipped her wine and thought about her apartment sitting empty and ready with fresh sheets on the bed and breakfast ingredients in the fridge. 

"All settled, cher," Bobby murmured, kissing her cheek before he returned to his seat on the opposite side of the table.

A wave of cold air wafted over her as he moved past and she saw a scattering of snowflakes glistening in his hair.  You had to go outside?

I got our bag out of the car, he smiled.  We’re in no hurry.  Matter of fact, I’d be glad to sit here and warm up for a minute.  It’s gotten really cold out.  He reached across the table and took her hand.  Besides, we have all night.

They sipped wine in silence for a while, watching the snow, enjoying the warmth of the fire.  Several of the other tables were occupied by couples, but Maggie didn’t even notice the other diners.  She glanced up at Bobby as he smiled that lop-sided grin she found utterly irresistible. She smiled back, realizing that she felt a twinge of nerves.

"Are you about ready to go, cher?" he asked, his eyes a dark, stormy blue.  She nodded shyly and he rose, pulling out her chair so she could stand.

Have a pleasant evening, Mr. Beaulieu, called the clerk from behind the desk as they headed to the stairs.

Thank you, Bobby returned, I’m sure we’ll enjoy your lovely inn.

They made their way up the narrow stairway, Bobby’s hand resting on the small of her back.  Sorry about all the steps.  I reserved the two rooms on the top floor.

Maggie swiveled her head toward him.  Two rooms?  Why?

He grinned as they reached the final landing.  Well, first of all, I wanted to have privacy.  No one else will be up here.  And second, he drew her hand to his lips and kissed it gently, I didn’t want to assume.

Placing her hands on his shoulders, she leaned up on her tiptoes and lightly kissed along his jaw line.  Oh, you can assume, she whispered against his neck.  She was rewarded by a low growl from deep within his chest.

"Ça c’est bon, he murmured, holding her close.  He took a deep breath and set her back from him, smiling.  Let’s see which room we want."  He unlocked the first one and they went inside.  The room was decked out in all dark reds and neutral buffs, a large antique iron bed anchoring the space.  The bedside tables and the desk near the dormer window were also vintage.  Peeking into the bathroom, they saw a large, modern-looking marble shower and basin.

It’s beautiful, Maggie commented, lightly caressing the garnet-hued duvet.

Let’s check the other one, Bobby said, taking her hand and leading her back into the hallway.  He unlocked the second door and allowed her to enter.  This room was decorated in deep blues and greys and was larger than the other, the huge four-poster bed taking up only a fraction of the space.  Across from the bed was a sitting area with a large fireplace as its focal point.

Maggie gasped.  Oh, Bobby, this is…  She turned to him, speechless.

I figured you’d like this one, but I wanted to let you decide.

She shook her head.  I don’t even know what to say.

You haven’t seen all of it yet, he said, switching on the light in the bathroom, illuminating a huge claw foot bathtub.

Maggie peeked in past his shoulder.  Oh, my.

Bobby grinned. Did you notice the flowers and the wine?

She looked to the coffee table near the fireplace and saw a large bouquet of red roses and an ice bucket with a bottle of wine chilling.  Bobby, I…  She shook her head, unable to finish, and leaned up to kiss his cheek.

He held both her hands and looked deeply into her eyes.  "I wanted it to be special, the first time we make love, cher," he said quietly.  She felt her heart pound, felt a mad flutter in her stomach as she waited for his kiss.  Instead, he turned toward the bed.  She hadn’t noticed the lone bag that had been placed there.

He unzipped the dark brown leather case and drew out a large woven straw bag with pink webbing handles.  The unmistakable L’Occitane logo was embroidered on the side.  This is for you, hopefully there’s everything you’ll want.  But if not, we can run into town for whatever you need.

Maggie unzipped the top of the bag and peeked inside.  She saw a bottle of Rose Bath & Shower Gel, Rose Body Milk, hand crème, and lip balm.  Digging deeper she saw a small deodorant, a toothbrush with a small toothpaste, facial cleanser, moisturizer, and more other things than she could take in.  She smiled up at him.  You really did buy the whole store, didn’t you?

He held up his right hand.  I cannot tell a lie.

There is undoubtedly way more in here than I could possibly need.  Thank you, she said.

"My pleasure, cher," he replied, his blue eyes sparkling.

Reaching into the case once again he removed a pair of steel grey men’s silk pajamas.  I thought maybe we could share these.  You know, you can wear the bottoms and I’ll wear the top.  He grinned at her impishly.  Or the other way around.  Whatever you want.

Maggie giggled softly.  The other way around sounds about right.

He leaned down and kissed her gently.  "Now, cher, it’s been a long day.  Before I get up to anything romantic, I need to take a shower.  I’ll just mosey on over to the other room and make myself presentable.  If you wanted to run yourself a nice hot bubble bath, that tub in there looks just the thing."

She took the pajama top from him, kissing his cheek lightly as she did.  You go on ahead and mosey, then.  No dirty bayou boys allowed.  She paused in the bathroom doorway to turn and wink at him before she closed the door.

Bobby let out a low whistle and busied himself gathering up his things to head over to the shower.  He heard the sound of water pouring into the tub as he closed the door to their suite.  He wondered if Maggie realized that he was being more restrained than he felt.  In reality he’d wanted to push her back into her apartment that morning, spend the entire day in bed.  Hell, the first time they’d met, that day she’d fallen in the hallway and he’d fixed up her knee, he’d wanted to carry her to his bed and fuck her blind.  It was as though Maggie had a force field pulling him towards her.  But he wanted more than casual sex.  A woman like Maggie was the real deal.  And he knew that he wanted to do this right.

Maggie sighed and leaned back in the antique claw foot tub.  Rose scented bubbles surrounded her up to her chin.  The tension she’d felt moments ago in the inn’s dining room evaporated as she gave herself over to the moment. 

Bobby was showering in the other room.  She smiled.  God, he’s hot.  I can’t wait to see him in his half of the pajamas.  She’d been watching him throughout the day.  That cashmere sweater had done nothing to hide his strong muscular shoulders and arms.  She supposed a professional athlete must work hard to stay fit.  It certainly shows, she thought as a slow smile curled her lips.  I can’t wait to see more.

Finished with her bath, she looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.  Her green eyes gazed back at her, desire giving them an extra sparkle.  She’d heard the suite door open and close, heard the wood floor creak with his footsteps, the ice shift in the bucket as he removed the bottle of wine. 

Stepping back a bit, she could see the grey silk top with its white piping trim and pearly grey buttons.  She’d had to roll up the sleeves a bit so they didn’t swallow her hands.  There was no hiding the tight points of her erect nipples as they pressed against the gossamer fabric.  The hem of the garment hit her about mid-thigh, and underneath it she wore the black lace panties she’d found wrapped in tissue paper in the bottom of the L’Occitane bag. 

Maggie wondered if they’d come from the same shop as the other things.  Maybe he picked them out himself…  Her jitters were back, and she wiped her damp palms on a towel, took a deep breath, and opened the bathroom door.

Chapter 2

Entering the room, her eyes were drawn to Bobby.  He was standing at the dormer window looking out into the snowy night, his bare back to her, the pajama pants hanging low on his hips, grey silk clinging to the curve of his ass.  Maggie took a few steps and stopped.  She’d been intending to say something witty but the sight of him knocked the words right out of her mind.

He turned at the sound of her feet on the wide plank floor and his eyes widened.  "Galee, cher, he breathed, dragging his eyes from her toes and up her body until he met her eyes.  You take my breath away."

She smiled and crossed the room to meet him, reaching two tentative fingers to touch a rock hard ab.  "Are you kidding me?  Have you seen you?"

Bobby gently lifted her chin and kissed her tenderly, willing himself to hold back, to move slowly.  He felt the pulse pounding in his neck.  And someplace lower.  Leaning his forehead against hers, he cleared his throat softly.  How about a glass of wine? 

He crossed to the coffee table and poured for them both.  Fire crackled and popped in the fireplace, providing the only light in the room aside from a dim bedside lamp.  Maggie followed him and sat on the small sofa, curling her legs under her, aware of how the pajama top rode up her legs.

The wine he handed her seemed pink in the firelight.  She sipped and made a face.  What is this?

He laughed softly.  Strawberry wine.

"I taste like this?" she asked, giggling softly.

He grasped his bottom lip between his teeth, his eyes flashing in the firelight.  It reminds me of youth and innocence and warm summer nights.

Her face clouded.  Innocence…  Mike’s face flashed in her mind’s eye. Whore!

He took the glass from her, placing it on the table and he captured her hand, bringing it to his cheek.  "We’re brand new, cher.  No history, no baggage.  What happened before doesn’t matter."  His eyes bore into hers, willing her to believe him.  She cupped his cheek, feeling the scratch of stubble there as she blinked away tears.

I got us real wine, too, he laughed softly, pouring two more glasses from a bottle that had been hidden behind a chair.

Bobby sat beside her, handing her a glass of sauvignon blanc.  "To an amazing night, cher, he toasted.  Santé."

She touched her glass to his and sipped, then returned the glass to the coffee table.  She could feel her heart pounding as she lightly touched his arm where it rested on the back of the sofa.  Bobby’s eyes didn’t leave hers as her fingers drifted up to his shoulder and up the side of his neck.  She found a lock of hair behind his ear and gently tugged it.  Bobby, I… she whispered.

He put down his glass and reached to pull her close, his hand on her cheek as his lips collided with hers.  I’ve waited as long as I can, he whispered into her mouth.  Maggie reached up to tangle her fingers in his hair as Bobby’s hand wandered south, coming to rest on her left breast, which he squeezed and kneaded.

Oh, Bobby, she moaned as he moved his lips down to nibble down her neck.  He slid his hand further down to stroke her inner thigh, sliding it deeper between her legs until he reached the apex there, finding it wet with desire.  He firmly stroked her then pulled aside lace panties to massage her warm folds, zeroing in on the sensitive nub hidden there, finally plunging a pair of fingers into her, causing her to gasp.

And Beaulieu steals third, he murmured into her ear.

"I fucking love baseball," she whispered, and they both laughed quietly.

Bobby leaned back, his eyes shining with desire.  "I want to see you, cher."

Maggie smiled knowingly and she stood, moving in front of the fireplace where she slowly unbuttoned the pajama shirt allowing it to hang open.  Bobby drank in the sight of the inner curve of her breasts, her smooth belly, and a flash of black lace panties before she turned away from him, lowering the shirt off her shoulders.  She looked back at him over her shoulder, flashing an impish grin before dropping the shirt on the floor, revealing her back and her shapely ass defined by a thin strip of black lace.

He felt his body responding, his cock stretching to attention.  Her force drawing him, he left the sofa and moved to her, wrapping her in his arms, one hand on her breast, the other dipping into the lace panties, exploring the terrain there.

Not so fast, bayou boy, she breathed.  A little reciprocity, please.  Bobby stopped kissing her neck and looked down at her questioningly.  She arched an eyebrow.  Drop’em.

He grinned wickedly.  "You drop’em, cher."

Maggie turned to face him, placing her hand on his hips.  This fabric doesn’t leave much to the imagination, she commented, staring at his erection straining against the front of his pants.  He teased her nipples, pulling and gently twisting them, attempting to distract her but she slid her hands into the back of his pants to grip his firm ass.  Holy.  God.  She slid the grey silk pants down over his ass, adjusting the front to release his rock hard cock.  The pants slipped the rest of the way to the floor. 

Maggie stepped back in wonder, her eyes traveling from his toes all the way up to his hair and back again.  You’re like one of those marble sculptures in a museum, she whispered.

Bobby gave a low chuckle.  "Sculptures don’t do

Reviews for Rannigan's Redemption Part 3

[Kayla · Rating: 5 out of 5 stars]

So so good! This book had me bawling like a baby and broke my heart.