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Published on December 10, 2022 December 9, 2022 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
Michael & Maggie.
It's complicated.
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 of passion 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.
In this excerpt, Maggie is hosting her annual Orphans & Misfits Christmas celebration.
After everyone ate as much as they could, the guys agreed to do all the clean-up. Maggie supervised returning the tables to their proper places then sank onto the sofa, resting her feet on the coffee table.
"What about the dessert, Flynn?" Ben asked when the leftovers were packed up.
"Let's be informal. Grab some if you want some. I want to do presents," Maggie said. Michael brought her a fresh glass of wine. She looked up at him, grinning in appreciation, and patted the space beside her.
"I'll sit on the floor, I don't mind," he said, sliding to a spot beside her feet.
"Now the way this works is, everyone takes a number. We go in order starting at 1. Number 1 picks first. Number 2 can pick a new present or steal from Number 1. Everybody got it?" Ben asked. Maggie watched in amusement as some played shyly while others were cut-throat.
"What's this?" Michael asked quietly. She looked down to see him holding an ornament from the tree. It was a small red glass ball held by a green paper cone. Her name was spelled out in glitter.
"I think I was about six when I made that," she smiled. "The Christmas ornaments were some of the few things I took from my dad's house."
He grinned. "I like it."
When the gifts were over, Maggie had a new hand-crocheted toilet-roll cover. Michael had a $10 gift card to Starbucks. "Guess somebody didn't get the memo," he quipped so that only Maggie heard, and she giggled softly.
He winked and leaned close. "Mags, I should be making my way to the airport."
"Okay," Maggie sighed. "I'll walk you out." She got her coat and hat while he said his goodbyes. "I'll be right back," she said to Casey as they headed out of the apartment. They walked down the stairs without chatting.
Once out on the sidewalk, Michael turned and faced her. "I had a great time, Mags. Thanks for inviting me." He glanced up. "We have an audience, by the way." He waved at the crowd gathered in Maggie's front window.
She looked up at them, scowling. "Come on," she said, turning right and heading down the sidewalk. She stopped just around the corner.
Michael smiled. "Thanks. I just wanted to say goodbye privately. I brought you a gift but I didn't want to give it to you in there." He pulled a small flat box from his pocket. It was light blue, tied with a white ribbon.
Maggie's eyes widened. "Sean Michael Rannigan, you did not!"
"How did you know the S stands for Sean?
She shrugged. "Everyone knows it's Sean. I can't believe you went to Tiffany…" She stopped and looked up at him, smiling sadly. "This wasn't for me. This is supposed to be for someone else."
"No, Mags, this is for you," he said earnestly. "I mean, to be honest, I went there yesterday looking for something for Jana."
"What, Toys R Us and GapKids were closed?" Maggie quipped.
"Ah-hah-hah, you're very funny. I found a little trinket to give to Jana, but then I turned and saw this. All I could think was that you should have it. It's for you, Mags."
Curious, Maggie slowly pulled the white ribbon and lifted the lid. In the box resting on light blue velvet was a delicate silver bracelet. It had a vintage look to it with large rectangular milky white cabochons alternating with trios of small round diamonds surrounded by platinum filigree. She looked back up at Michael, eyes wide.
"Those are moonstones," he said proudly. "This was in the vintage case. It was made in 1915." He gazed at the bracelet. "It's graceful and classy, just like you."
"I don't know what to say, Michael. I've never seen anything so beautiful. Will you help me put it on?"
He lifted the bracelet from the box and as Maggie held out her left hand he fastened it around her wrist. She held it out and watched it catch the natural light. As she did, she noticed a tiny platinum tag hanging from the clasp. Peering closer she saw that it was engraved. To Maggie, From Michael.
"See? I told you it was for you." She looked back up at him, eyes shining, and as she did, a gust of wind caught some stray hair, blowing it across her face. Michael gently moved the errant strands, tucking them behind her ear. Without planning it at all, he planted a tender kiss on her lips.
He moved back slightly as Maggie looked up at him, eyes shining with desire. He leaned into her again, the kiss this time all heat and passion. She brought her left hand up to cradle his right cheek, her desire matching his. When he stopped kissing her, he pulled her close, tucking her under his chin and they stood like that for a moment.
Finally, he gently set her back from him. She looked up, the sad glint once again in her eyes. After all, he was leaving her to go to someone else. "Merry Christmas, Mags."
RANNIGAN'S REDEMPTION by Pandora Spocks
RANNIGAN'S REDEMPTION is available
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This boxed set includes all three
Rannigan's Redemption novels:
Resisting Risk, Running Rogue,
and Ransoming Redemption.
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Published on December 3, 2022 December 2, 2022 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
Michael and Maggie.
Rannigan's Redemption is December's Featured Book at Pandora's Passionista Paradise on Facebook. It's the story of the complicated relationship between sexy high-profile Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan and sassy red-haired fellow lawyer Maggie Flynn.
One night of passion tears them apart. And from that point they're both just running rogue, each making questionable decisions in their professional and personal lives.
In the final book of the trilogy, 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.
In this spoiler-filled bite, it's almost Christmas…
It was on a Saturday morning, exactly a week before Christmas, when Michael was rushed to the hospital. When she'd come to check on him, Maggie had found him barely conscious and she'd called 911.
Doctors discovered that the tumors were now causing breathing difficulties, and once Michael was put on oxygen, his color improved dramatically. A few hours later and at his insistence, Michael was sent home, albeit with oxygen tanks and the information for a home nursing agency.
"Stop looking at me like that," Michael complained. Bobby and Maggie had accompanied him home and were trying to help him get settled in.
"Maybe you should have at least stayed overnight, man," Bobby said. "That was a pretty close call."
"I'm fine. I've got the oxygen, I'll use it when I need it. Plus, they've got some fucking nurse coming in here." Michael glared out the window.
"Do you want me to call Veronica?" Maggie asked.
He shook his head. "I'll call her later."
"What can we do for you, Michael?" Maggie asked. "I don't want to just leave you here."
Michael turned back to them with a sharp remark on his tongue. But when he looked at their faces, at the concern he saw there, he softened a bit.
"You know what I'd like?" They shook their heads. "I want a Christmas tree."
Maggie blinked. "A what? A Christmas tree?"
"Do you want us to go get you one?" Bobby asked.
Michael looked from one to the other. "Yeah. I want a Christmas tree. With those decorations from your tree, Mags."
"The ones currently hanging on my tree?" she clarified incredulously.
He frowned a bit, seemingly uncertain. "Is that asking too much?"
Maggie looked up at Bobby. "Uh, no, I guess not. So, we're going out to get a tree? And to denude mine?" Bobby nodded at her and smiled.
"Also," Michael continued, "I want to have the Orphans and Misfits here this year."
She stared at him. "You want to have everyone here? Seriously?" Michael nodded, eyes sparkling defiantly. Maggie exhaled forcefully. "Okay, Michael. We can do that. I'll start letting everyone know. You're sure?"
He nodded again. "I want this."
That evening as snow peppered down outside, Michael sat on his sofa, oxygen in place, as he watched Bobby and Maggie set up the huge blue spruce in front of the floor to ceiling windows of his living room. Once they had it level, they added lights, garland, and decorations. Maggie smiled at Michael as she hummed along to the holiday music that played quietly in the background.
"You realize we had to buy more ornaments, right? The stuff from my little tree wouldn't cover a fraction of this bad boy."
"It looks great, Mags. I really appreciate it."
"It looks so great, I'm sad I won't be here," Bobby said as he crossed over to the bar.
"Yeah, me, too," Maggie said wistfully. "We've decided to have our Christmas when you get back from Louisiana, right?"
Bobby winked at her as he put three glasses on the bar and poured. "Until last week I thought I was going to be in Texas. In our custody agreement, Christmas is supposed to be Deanna's holiday this year, but she decided at the last minute that she's going on a cruise and wants me to take Savannah. If I'd known earlier, I'd have brought her here."
Bobby handed Maggie and Michael each a glass of bourbon. "Merry Christmas, everybody," he toasted.
They each raised their glasses before sipping. As Christmas music played softly in the background, the trio silently appreciated the decorated tree and its reflection as it twinkled in the night.
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Weekend Excerpt–RUNNING ROGUE
Published on August 13, 2022 August 12, 2022 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
Michael Rannigan is running rogue.
Since Maggie's abrupt departure from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he's been in a tailspin. As he limps along in the new normal, he misses her more than he ever imagined.
Maggie misses Michael as well. But she makes the best of her new job at the District Attorney's office. Occasionally they cross paths in court, each assessing the other. Like Michael, she finds herself making questionable personal choices.
When opportunity knocks for Michael, he leaps at it, maybe as much to avoid Maggie's absence as anything else. The fact that his decision impacts everyone else at the firm doesn't slow him down at all.
Then comes news that shakes him to his core.
Now that he's burned all his bridges, who will be there to help him pick up the pieces?
RUNNING ROGUE is the must-read follow-up to Amazon #1 bestseller, RESISTING RISK. It's the second of three novels in the Rannigan's Redemption trilogy. In this scene, Michael seems to have some ulterior motives.
The next morning, Maggie got up early and hit the internet, researching the best foods for people on chemotherapy and compiling a list of things to look for at the organic market. She was surprised when Michael called.
"Hey, what's up?" she greeted him. "I'm working on a shopping list for you."
"Thanks, Mags," he said. "But don't go overboard with the organic shit, okay? I don't know if I'll eat all that anyway."
"You have to eat; it might as well be healthy foods," she returned. "Just try the things I get. You might even prefer them, free of all the artificial crap."
"We'll see," he said doubtfully. "Listen, I want to thank Beau for all his help yesterday. We're having him over for dinner tonight."
Maggie frowned. We? "Tonight?" she asked. "Michael, I don't know what I'm making for you yet. How am I supposed to pull together a nice dinner?"
"You're not pulling together anything. I've already placed the order, it'll be delivered by 6:00 tonight. I talked to Beau, he's getting here at 7:00."
Maggie couldn't think of a response.
"Don't you think we should thank him for everything he did yesterday?" Michael prodded.
"Well, of course I do," Maggie sputtered. "But it's just so…short notice."
"I know, but luckily he's working an early show today. You don't have to worry about anything for dinner tonight; I'm making sure everything is taken care of. Truthfully," he added, "dinner tonight is to thank you, too. You've been my rock from the get-go. I appreciate you, Mags."
Maggie felt a lump forming in her throat. "You don't have to thank me, Michael. It's what friends do."
"I'm still grateful," he said. "So don't worry about anything. Go on about your business of hooking me up with sprouts and wheat germ. Dinner is under control."
She sighed. "Okay, Michael. I'll see you when I finish shopping."
"See you then," he said. "Oh, and Mags? Wear something pretty."
Wear something pretty. Seriously? Maggie frowned irritably as she disconnected. It's not enough I'm hauling my cookies all over town to get you healthy food to eat. You're throwing a last-minute dinner party at me and telling me how to dress? Some kind of nerve…
Even so, her thoughts went to her wardrobe. She began sliding her clothes back and forth on the bar in the closet. Humph…it's supposed to be cold, might even snow. Wear something pretty. Gahhhh!
Two hours later, Maggie returned to her apartment, having purchased three bags of organic food and two dozen plastic containers with lids.
No way am I carrying all this uptown on the subway, she decided. Especially not while I'm wearing something 'pretty'. She had no idea why Michael's comment chapped her butt so much, but it did.
She spent the next couple of hours putting together single-serving portions of organic kale salads with red and yellow peppers, spaghetti squash with tomato sauce, and poached salmon with carrots and broccoli. These she stacked in their sealed containers in one of the shopping bags. In another bag, she put her other purchases like the organic peanut butter, green tea, and lentil soup. She decided that just before she left, she'd pack the third bag with the organic Greek yogurt she'd found.
Then she headed off to shower and get dressed. Glancing out the window, she saw the sky filled with heavy grey clouds. "Great," she said aloud. "Ten bucks says it snows before I get back home tonight."
Dressed and ready to leave, Maggie stopped to check her image in the full-length mirror on the back of her bedroom door. She'd chosen a long heather grey sweater over a short silver sequin skirt with black opaque tights and black ankle booties with heels. The neckline of the sweater was wide, revealing her collarbone and the thin straps of her grey camisole. At the ends of the long sleeves, the cuffs rolled a little around her wrists.
Turning this way and that, she decided she liked the way the sweater clung to her curves. Her red hair she'd left down, sort of tousled and free, and it brushed past her shoulders. "Humph! You wanted pretty. This is about as good as it gets."
Shrugging into her coat, she scooped up her shopping bags and headed out front to meet the cab she'd ordered.
When she arrived at Michael's, he greeted her at the door wearing a black t-shirt with grey sweatpants. He gave a low whistle. "Very nice, Mags," he commented.
She rolled her eyes. "Pretty enough for you?" she snipped, looking him up and down. "Is that what you're wearing?"
He grinned. "Company isn't coming for a couple of hours. I'll change later."
Company, Maggie thought. You mean Bobby.
In all her irritation with Michael, she'd almost forgotten that they'd be having dinner with Bobby. Her mind flashed to her image in the mirror. Maybe dressing pretty wasn't such a bad idea.
Not that I'm trying to impress him, she considered. She flushed slightly. Michael watched her carefully.
"Come let me show you everything I brought you," Maggie told him.
The delivery from Ithaka, a Greek place down the block, arrived promptly at 6:00. Maggie put the Kota Stakarvouna, sealed with foil, in the warming oven to keep the chicken at the correct temperature. The house salad and Garides Psites she placed in the fridge, planning to reheat the shrimp for them to enjoy as an appetizer.
Finished in the kitchen, she headed into the living room to relax for a few minutes and was surprised to find that Michael had been busy arranging a table in the solarium with crisp black table linens and three white place settings. Smooth jazz quietly filtered through an unobtrusive sound system. He'd put candles on the table and strung tiny white lights among the greenery out on the terrace.
"Michael, this looks beautiful."
He smiled proudly. "Like I said, this dinner is to thank you, too."
Maggie hugged him gently. "How are you feeling?"
"Truthfully, I'm a little tired," he answered. "I think I'll go lie down for a while."
Alarmed, she checked her watch. "Bobby will be here in half an hour."
"Just give me a few minutes," he said over his shoulder as he headed down the hall toward his room.
Maggie set the alarm on her phone for 6:55, and when it sounded, she went to wake Michael. "Come on, you've got to get up. He'll be here any minute."
Michael groaned. "I'm really tired," he mumbled. "Let me have a little longer."
She heard a knock at the front door. "He's here! Get up now!" she said, hurrying to answer the door.
Maggie swung open the door to find Bobby standing there, the boyish grin firmly in place. "Hi, Maggie," he greeted her. "You look beautiful tonight."
She blushed furiously. "Wow, that's nice of you to say," she murmured. "Come on in. You look nice yourself."
And he did. He wore nicely fitting jeans, a white dress shirt, and a navy jacket. Her eyes drifted to his ass as he walked past her into the apartment, and she breathed in the masculine scent of his cologne. She shook her head, attempting to refocus.
"Thanks," he said. He lifted a small shopping bag. "I brought some wine to contribute to the cause."
"Great! Michael ordered from Ithaka. I have to admit, it smells heavenly," she said. "Let me just…" she began. "Michael went to lie down. I'll just go get him up and moving."
"No problem. Can I pour you a glass of wine?" he asked.
"Yes, please, that would be great," she answered. "There are glasses in the bar." She pointed in that direction. "We'll be right out."
Maggie hurried down the hall. Michael was lying on his side, facing away from the door. "Sean Michael Rannigan!" she hissed. "You get your ass out of bed this instant!"
He rolled onto his back and faced her. "I'm staying put," he yawned sleepily. "Go and enjoy. Bobby's a good guy. You could use a nice dinner with a nice man."
She gasped as realization dawned on her. "No way! You're doing this on purpose?! Don't you do this to me! Don't you embarrass me like this!"
"What embarrass? Two adults having dinner. What's so hard about that?" he asked reasonably. "I overextended myself today. I'll stay here and rest. You'll go and have a great evening with a great guy who likes you, by the way."
Maggie stood staring at him wide-eyed.
"You're leaving your guest unattended. That's kind of rude, Mags."
She nodded angrily. "This is so not the end of this conversation," she said firmly, and she turned to leave.
"And Mags?" he called. "You're welcome."
RUNNING ROGUE by Pandora Spocks
RUNNING ROGUE, Rannigan's Redemption Book 2,
is available at your favorite online bookseller.
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Weekend Excerpt–RESISTING RISK
Published on July 23, 2022 July 22, 2022 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
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Amazon #1 Bestselling RESISTING RISK is the first book of the Rannigan's Redemption trilogy. And you can have it FREE, exclusively at Amazon. Keep reading for the link!
Brilliant Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan has his life arranged exactly the way he likes it. As a founding partner at the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he can let his underlings do the legwork on the high-profile defense cases his exclusive 50th-floor division handles. He prefers to simply breeze in and do what he does best: dazzle juries and charm the press.
His private life is well-ordered, too. Michael doesn't have the time or the patience for relationships. Instead, he has a contact list of hot blondes who meet his needs at any given moment, whether it's a date to a gallery opening or an awards show. Or he just wants to get laid.
Some people would call him shallow. But they're just envious.
Maggie Flynn has her life mapped out as well. After she graduates from law school, she plans to take a job with the Prosecutor's Office, where she interned. But when she attends a job fair and meets Michael Rannigan, her plans change. She's studied his cases, even heard him speak once. He's smart and sexy, and she can't resist interviewing with him.
Michael hires Maggie and has her assigned to his elite 50th-floor team. He knows smart when he sees it. He also sees the spark in her eyes. She wants him. And having her nearby strokes his ego. It's not like anything will come of it; she's so far from his type. But there's something unsettling about Mary Margaret Flynn, like she can see through his bullshit in a way no one else ever bothered to do.
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.
What would happen if they ever crossed that line?
In this teaser from RESISTING RISK, things begin to get heated between Maggie and her boss, Michael.
"Mags," she heard out of the shifting fog. "We're back in town. I need you to tell us where to go."
She opened her eyes and realized that she'd been sleeping with her head on Michael's shoulder. "Oh, God, I'm so sorry." She sat up abruptly. "I didn't realize… I wish you'd awakened me."
"No worries. But we need to know exactly where to take Ben and where your place is."
Maggie could see the driver watching her in the rear view mirror. "My place. Right." She gave the address and the driver thanked her, the partition whooshing back into place. "Ben can sleep it off on my couch. It won't be the first time."
The car came to a stop in front of Maggie's apartment. "Nice building, Mags. Is the whole thing yours?"
She fairly snorted. "In my dreams! One day when I'm rich and famous, I'll have my own brownstone. For now I'm happy with a tiny part of the second floor." She smiled gratefully. "Thanks again for the ride. You are a life saver." She moved to open the door but the driver was there first.
"Let me help you get him inside," Michael offered. They both glanced at Ben, who hadn't so much as shifted during the entire ride.
She looked back at Michael. "Probably a good idea. I won't be able to get him up the stairs by myself." They succeeded in rousing Ben enough for him to put his arms around their shoulders and they moved him to the sidewalk.
Michael spoke quietly to the driver, who nodded before returning to the driver's seat and slowly driving away. Maggie looked at him questioningly. "I told him to find a place to park. I'll call him after we get your date settled."
They managed the stairs and Michael leaned Ben between himself and the wall as Maggie unlocked the door and let them into her apartment. "Let's just lay him on the couch," she said, cocking her head in the direction of a large grey velvet sofa with navy blue accent pillows.
"Thank you so much, Michael," she said as she removed his jacket and held it uncertainly. "Can I offer you a beer or coffee or something? Or do you need to go?"
Maggie smiled brightly as she gently placed his jacket over the back of a kitchen chair and set about making coffee. Michael wandered around the living room area to the bay window and looked out over the street. He turned back around to take in the view of the room. It was small, of course, but nice in a quirky sort of way. She'd left on a dim lamp near the window that gave enough light to the space without being intrusive. "This is a nice place," he commented.
She smiled at him from the kitchen counter. "Thanks. And again, I really appreciate your giving us a ride."
She blushed slightly. "Well, I didn't want to forget," she said sheepishly.
He watched her as she worked in the kitchen, measuring out coffee into a French press, putting a kettle of water on the stove, little mundane domestic tasks. His mind skipped to flashes of her from throughout the night. Slowly it dawned on him what it was about Maggie that made him uncomfortable.
She's real. She has no hidden agenda. She isn't playing some game, she doesn't want anything from me. He sighed deeply. She's the kind of girl who could make you forget your own rules.
Michael slowly crossed the room and stood by the kitchen counter. "Can I help with something?"
"No, it's all done. We're just waiting for the water to boil." She leaned back resting her hand on the counter.
He gently placed his hand on hers. "You…are very dangerous," he whispered, lifting her hand to his lips and kissing it softly, his deep brown eyes peering into hers. Her brow furrowed, perplexed.
Gently, he tilted up her chin with his fingers and leaned down, meeting her lips with his own, lightly at first, and then more urgently. He ran his other hand down the smooth fabric of the back of her dress coming to rest on her firm ass as he probed her mouth with his tongue, seeking hers.
Maggie responded, matching the heat of his kiss, reaching up, tangling her fingers in the hair behind his ear, giving herself over to his embrace. Michael's hand left her ass and smoothed its way back up to her side, her ribs, stopping just under her breast. Reluctantly he pulled himself away.
Maggie breathlessly gazed up at him. He smiled gently. "We're both a little drunk," he said. "Which is why I'd better go." Tenderly, he kissed her once again and walked out the door.
RESISTING RISK by Pandora Spocks
Amazon #1 Bestselling RESISTING RISK
is available for FREE, exclusively at Amazon.
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Weekend Excerpt–RUNNING ROGUE, Rannigan's Redemption Book 2
Published on June 18, 2022 June 17, 2022 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
One night of passion tore them apart.
Desperation will bring them together.
Michael Rannigan is running rogue. Since Maggie's abrupt departure from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he's been in a tailspin. As he limps along in the new normal, he misses her more than he ever imagined.
Then comes news that shakes him to his core. Now that he's burned all his bridges, who will be there to help him pick up the pieces?
Here's fair warning: Spoilers abound in this excerpt from RUNNING ROGUE, the second book in the Rannigan's Redemption trilogy.
"Michael?" Maggie asked into the intercom.
"Hey, Mags." His voice sounded tinny over the ancient device. "I know it's late. I'm sorry. But when I saw your light on, I mean… Can I come up?"
Maggie hesitated, her finger hovering over the button. "What do you want, Michael?"
"Mags, I just…I just want to talk."
She shook her head, checking the time again. What the hell? And he's probably drunk. Standing out there in the rain like he's got absolutely no sense.
She pressed the door buzzer. "Don't wake my neighbors," she admonished him.
Maggie pulled the wooly cream-colored robe tighter around herself, tying the belt securely and she stalked to the door, opening it to wait for Michael. She watched him coming up the stairs, his soaked hair matted to his head. His wet shoes squeaked softly with each footfall. She started to say something snippy but noticed the haunted look in his eyes, so she simply stepped back and let him into the apartment. She closed the door behind him and walked to the kitchen counter where she leaned back, crossing her arms, head cocked at him expectantly.
Michael stood just inside the doorway, rainwater pooling all around his feet. He looked ill at ease and uncertain.
"Well?" she finally said.
He ran his fingers through his wet hair and sighed deeply.
"Oh for God's sake, Michael!" She left him standing there and returned with a large blue towel. "You're soaked."
She took his jacket from him and hung it over the back of a kitchen chair. As he used the towel to dry his face and hair, she couldn't help herself. "Are you drunk?"
He frowned and shook his head. "I'm not drunk. I had some bourbon. I might be drunk. A little."
Maggie rolled her eyes. "Sit down. I'm making you some coffee so we can send you home. Have you eaten lately?"
"I don't know." Michael sank onto a chair at the kitchen table. He glanced around as Maggie busied herself putting a kettle of water on the stove and taking a French press from a cupboard.
"I hope I'm not causing a problem with your fiancé. Husband? Whatever."
Maggie paused to look at him, her lips forming a grim line. "Yeah, well, that didn't work out so…no worries."
"Don't be."
She worked in silence breaking eggs into a bowl and putting strips of bacon into a skillet as Michael sat at the table and occasionally used the towel to swipe at his face. On the stove, the bacon began to sizzle as the kettle whistled. Maggie poured the boiling water into the press and let it stand for a moment as she chopped a small onion and part of a green pepper.
"Did you know Stan Hodges died?" Michael finally asked.
Maggie arched an eyebrow. "I was at the funeral. Where were you?"
"I don't know," he answered vaguely. He watched her grate cheddar into the eggs. Then she pressed the plunger on the coffee and poured some into a cornflower blue mug with a white script 'M' on the side.
M for Maggie. Or Michael. He shook his head to dismiss the inane thought. Looking around the small apartment, he asked, "Why are you still here?"
Maggie glanced over her shoulder. "What, I should move uptown into one of your glass and steel monstrosities?"
"I was just thinking that you could afford a bigger place, that's all."
"This may be a tiny apartment but this building has soul. Once upon a time, a family called this place home. Maybe I can't afford to own a whole townhouse but at least I can rent a small part of it."
Michael watched her for a moment. "You could have bought your own townhouse if you'd stayed with the firm."
Maggie turned around and leaned against the counter, crossing her arms. "If I'd stayed, I'd have been out of a job along with everyone else. You really tanked everyone, you know that, right?"
He looked down at his hands. "I wouldn't have pursued the television thing if you'd still been there."
She snorted, returning to her cutting board. "Bullshit. Being on the news every night is exactly your thing. You can't put that off on me."
She set the coffee in front of him. "What are you doing here, Michael?"
He stalled, sipping the steaming hazelnut blend. "This isn't where I meant to be. I went out and ended up down here in the Village. I was at the Blue Note until they kicked everybody out. I got a little lost and then realized I was across the street from your apartment."
Maggie turned back to her omelet, stirring in the vegetables. The bacon had quieted down and she turned over the strips, causing them to erupt into loud sizzling once again. "Why are you here?" she asked again.
"I'm sick," he said quietly.
"I don't doubt it. It's forty degrees outside and you're soaked. It's a wonder you don't have pneumonia."
"It's cancer."
Maggie froze mid-stir. "What?" Slowly, she turned around.
"Shit." She crossed to the table and sank onto the chair across from him, gaping at him wide-eyed.
"There was this spot. And then they found out it was melanoma." Michael's face twisted. "Mags, you wouldn't believe the chunk they cut out of my shoulder."
"Well, they got it then," she said. "Good. That's good, right?"
"Bacon's burning," Michael said quietly.
"Fuck!" She jumped up and took the pan off the burner.
"I like it that way," he offered as she set the strips of bacon on a paper towel to drain and poured the omelet into the pan.
"So after they took the hunk out of my arm they did a biopsy. It was melanoma, just like the doctor said. Then they had me get a PET scan. Said they needed to see if it had spread."
Maggie worked mechanically at the egg mixture in the pan, listening intently as he spoke. "And?" she asked as she slid the omelet onto a blue ceramic plate. She placed it in front of him and sat down again.
"And they called this afternoon to say they have the results. The doctor wouldn't discuss it over the phone. He wants me to come in tomorrow." He looked down at the plate. "He said I should have someone with me."
"Oh my God. Michael."
He nodded. "I started making phone calls. That's how I found out about Stan. Which was after I called Murph and then Jimbo. They pretty much told me to go fuck myself."
Maggie watched him grimly. I imagine they did.
"I called some of the women I go out with. I guess everybody has a lot going on." He sighed. "I thought about calling you. But, I don't know. I've been an asshole. Plus I figured you were busy with getting married and stuff." He met her eyes. "I didn't mean to come here, honest to God."
She watched him pick at the omelet. "My agent's pissed at me because I bailed on some appearances. Asking her to come with me is out of the question. She's probably not in town anyway."
Michael shook his head. "I don't know why they're insisting that someone comes with me to that appointment tomorrow. I should just go and find out what the scan shows, figure out where to go from there. It's just…" His voice broke. "Mags, I'm scared shitless." He put down the fork and held his head in his hands.
Maggie could never have imagined a scenario in which S. Michael Rannigan would break down sobbing at her kitchen table. She felt as though her heart would break.
"Michael," she said softly, standing beside him, placing her hand on his shoulder. His body shook as he let loose the emotions that had been building since the day the nightmare had started. "It's okay," she murmured. "It's okay, everything's going to be alright." She waited for him to quiet down. "What time is your appointment?"
Michael sat up, sniffing and using the towel to wipe his face. "Shit." He coughed and took a sip of coffee. "I have to be there at 1:30."
Maggie looked over to where her files still sat scattered in the living room. She knew they probably represented ten hours of work for the following day and sighed heavily. "Where is the doctor's office?"
"It's on E. 80th between 2nd and 3rd."
She nodded. "Okay. I'll tell Rance that I have to leave at lunch. I'll meet you there."
"I can't ask you to do that," Michael said quickly, but he looked at her with such gratitude she felt the sting of tears in her eyes and a huge lump formed in her throat.
She coughed lightly. "You didn't ask, although you seem to have asked everyone else in your Contacts, and I'm going to try not to take that personally," she said. "I'm offering. Take it or leave it."
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Weekend Excerpt–Happy Easter!
Published on April 16, 2022 April 16, 2022 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
Michael and Maggie meet at a job fair, where he hires her practically on the spot. She's smart and good at 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.
In this scene, Maggie's new love, retired major league pitcher Bobby 'Beau' Beaulieu, returns to Louisiana to spend Easter with his family.
Bobby relished the time he spent with Savannah. It occurred to him that maybe Deanna had made a bigger deal than necessary of the little girl's illness.
His mood was thoughtful as he sipped his beer and watched Savannah running and playing with her cousins after a delicious meal on Friday evening. The entire family had gathered at his sister Michelle's house for a Good Friday dinner. Now the adults relaxed on the patio as the children played on the lawn.
Everyone would be at Jerilyn and Justin's on Sunday for the big holiday meal and traditional Easter egg hunt. If Bobby knew his mother, she'd have been scrambling since he'd called to say the New York trip was off, putting together eggs at the last minute. It would probably be up to him, his brothers-in-law, and his father to hide about half a million plastic eggs all around the outside of the house bright and early on Sunday morning. He smiled contentedly.
"Bobby, can I get you anything?" his sister Michelle's husband Russ asked.
Bobby shook his head. "I think I'm just about fine."
"Just about…" Russ repeated, grinning. "Sounds like something is missing. Rumor has it you have a new girlfriend."
Bobby glanced around realizing that all other conversations had stopped. The only voices were those of the children who ran squealing across the lawn.
"Ro-bert has found himself a city girl," his mother said. There was friendly laughter all around.
"Maggie's not a city girl. She's originally from North Carolina. She lives in New York now, just like I do." He dug his phone from his pocket, queuing up the photo of the two of them he'd taken at the Red Lantern Inn, and he passed it around.
"What does she do?" asked his sister Renée, who was pregnant with her second child.
"She's a lawyer. Works for the prosecutor's office."
"We were supposed to meet her this weekend, but we couldn't go, what with Savannah being sick," Jerilyn elaborated. "Ro-bert, tell them how you met her."
Interested eyes were on Bobby. He sighed. "We met in the elevator in my building. She was visiting someone who lives on my floor. Her shoe broke when she stepped out of the elevator and she fell into the hallway. I helped fix up her knee." He grinned at the memory.
Russ hooted. "Oh, yeah, he's got it bad!" Everyone else laughed, and Bobby joined in good-naturedly.
Later back at his parents' house, Bobby tucked Savannah into bed and wandered back to the kitchen. Jerilyn was putting together potato salad for Sunday's dinner. Bobby sank onto a stool at the counter and watched.
"How are you feeling, bébé?" his mother asked. "You looked so tired this morning."
"I'm good, maman." His phone blipped indicating a text message. Checking it quickly, he saw that it was Maggie.
Jerilyn smiled knowingly. "Is that your little girl?"
"It's Maggie," he said, smiling.
"What's going on there, cher?" she asked softly.
Bobby sighed. "She makes me happy." He looked up at his mother. "She's pretty, obviously. And she's smart and kind and funny and genuine…" He trailed off.
Jerilyn crossed her arms. "Is she another one of those little girls looking for a rich, famous man?"
He looked his mother squarely in the eye. "No, maman. Maggie had no idea that I'd played ball. She couldn't care less about sports or money." He laughed. "She gave me eight pounds of shit, I mean crap," he edited in response to her raised eyebrow, "when I bought her an antique dresser last week."
Bobby gazed through the kitchen windows at the moonlight reflected on the marsh. "She sees me. Not some has-been retired pitcher. I know that we haven't been going out very long but…" He looked down at his hands before meeting her gaze. "I think I'm in love with her."
A slow smile crept across his mother's face. "You'd better go give your little girl a call, then, bébé."
RANNIGAN'S REDMEPTION by Pandora Spocks
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At the end of RESISTING RISK, Book 1 of Rannigan's Redemption, Maggie Flynn abruptly left the law firm she joined right out of law school. Since Maggie's abrupt departure from the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, Michael has been in a tailspin. As he limps along in the new normal, he misses her more than he ever imagined.
When opportunity knocks for Michael he leaps at it, maybe as much to avoid Maggie's absence as anything else. The fact that his decision impacts everyone else at the firm doesn't slow him down at all.
In this scene, Maggie gets a better glimpse into the character of her new love interest, retired MLB pitcher turned sports broadcaster Bobby "Beau" Beaulieu.
Bobby pulled away from the curb in front of Maggie's apartment. He'd donned a pair of mirrored aviators when they'd gotten in the car. He glanced at her and, seeing her watching him, he winked. "We'll just get this taken care of and be on our way."
"Is this a work thing you have to do?" Maggie asked.
Bobby pursed his lips. "Sort of, I guess. There's a family from Dallas, and they have a son with leukemia. They've been flown into town for the weekend to see all the sights and stuff. I believe they're going to tonight's exhibition game. Anyway, this is a kind of 'meet and greet' out at the stadium. I'll hang out with the kid for a while, toss a ball around. It probably won't take too long, I wouldn't want to drag you to something that would take all day."
Maggie frowned thoughtfully. "Is this a 'Make-A-Wish' kind of thing?"
Bobby nodded. "Um-hmm. The foundation made all the arrangements, sent me the letter from the dad. The boy's name is Tyler, and apparently, he's a big fan."
Maggie smiled slowly, turning towards him. "You mean, out of all the things this boy could ask for, he wanted to meet you?"
He shrugged uncomfortably. "It's a hell of a thing, isn't it?"
"I think that's pretty special," Maggie said. "Have you ever done this before?"
Again, he tilted his head uncomfortably, eyes straight ahead, and he sighed. "I think this is my twelfth one."
Maggie straightened back in her seat, smiling out the front window. "Pretty amazing."
The guard at the stadium gate directed Bobby to the players' parking area where they were met by a pretty young woman wearing a headset and carrying a clipboard.
"Hi, Beau, welcome. I'm Natalie, we've been chatting back and forth all week. I'll be working to make today's event smooth."
"Thanks, Natalie," he said, blasting her with his high-wattage grin, "This is Maggie. She's kindly consented to tag along with me today."
Maggie smiled and said hello. Bobby stepped closer to Natalie. "That thing we talked about? Did that stuff get delivered?"
Natalie smiled. "It did indeed. We've got you set up in the locker room." She checked her watch. "Okay, now the family is supposed to arrive in about fifteen minutes. Do you want to go get changed?"
Bobby nodded. "Yeah, we'll head in that direction. Thanks, Natalie."
He led Maggie through a series of doors and passages and finally into a huge locker room. The first thing Maggie noticed was the navy carpet sprinkled with the white NY logo with a huge white NY in the center of the carpet. All around the perimeter of the room were stations comprised of honey oak cabinets, a low counter, and a clothing rack. In front of each station was a white cushioned folding chair, again featuring the NY logo.
At the far end of the room, Maggie saw a seating area made up of a large tan leather sofa flanked by a pair of matching leather armchairs. A low coffee table completed the seating group but it was draped in a navy blue cloth covering something on its top.
Maggie followed Bobby to the only station that seemed occupied. On the clothing rack hung a single uniform. "Here we go," Bobby said. "I'll just get changed." He gripped the bottom of his sweater and pulled it over his head. Maggie stood clasping her hands, uncertain of what to do. Bobby grinned and unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned the fly of his jeans.
"Oh, hey now," Maggie exclaimed, turning away from him. "I'll just wander over here." She heard Bobby's low chuckle and felt her cheeks flush.
"Hey, what's over here?" she asked, lifting the corner of the blue drape on the coffee table.
"What it should be," replied Bobby as he pulled on his uniform pants, "is a bunch of Little League uniforms. Why don't you take off the cloth so we can make sure?"
Maggie carefully lifted the drape from the table to reveal stacks of red child-sized jerseys and white baseball pants. There were also red socks and boxes of cleats. She noticed some cartons on the floor between the table and the sofa. "There are some boxes over here, too."
Bobby came over, tucking in his blue jersey as he walked. "They look good," he nodded approvingly. "And these," he said, opening one of the cartons, "should be balls, bats, and gloves." He frowned slightly, checking the other box. "Oh, and caps. Good, it's all here."
Maggie looked up to ask about the uniforms but found herself distracted. She was unable to stop what she knew was a goofy smile spreading across her face. Bobby grinned wryly. "What?" he asked.
She shook her head. "I've never seen you in a uniform before. It's…" she stopped, blushing furiously. Bobby waited, eyes twinkling with amusement. "Well, I suddenly find myself strangely drawn to baseball," she said, chewing absently on her thumbnail.
Bobby laughed. "We'll make a convert of you yet."
Maggie remembered her question. "What is all this for?"
"When I read the information about this kid, Tyler? The dad is the coach for his Little League team. He mentioned that most of the kids on the team come from single-parent families, the kind that don't have the money for uniforms and stuff. I ordered a bunch of things for them. Figure we'll have to ship it all back to Texas but I wanted to be able to give it to them today."
Maggie gazed up at him in wonder. "You bought all this equipment and stuff?"
Bobby shrugged. "You can't play baseball without the essentials. And uniforms mean a lot. I know they did when I was a kid. It was a small thing to do."
"You are a good man," she said simply, leaning up on her tiptoes to place a kiss on his cheek. He blushed uncomfortably and she laughed softly.
RUNNING ROGUE,
Book 2 of Rannigan's Redemption,
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Weekend Excerpt–Happy Thanksgiving!
Michael Rannigan sees the writing on the wall.
And he's determined to find redemption.
Michael 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.
In this scene from the third book in the Rannigan's Redemption trilogy, Bobby and Maggie head to his family home in Louisiana to celebrate Thanksgiving with the Beaulieu family.
Bobby gazed at Maggie across the table in the first-class lounge of the Atlanta airport. It was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and they'd decided to have dinner during their two-hour layover halfway to Louisiana. "I'm so sorry I was impatient with you, cher."
Maggie smiled sadly. "You've already apologized. Several times. And I get it. I never want to put you last."
He looked down, frowning. "You don't. I was wrong to say it. You work your ass off at your job, and then take on caring for a sick friend. And on top of that, you have this overbearing, insecure boyfriend who makes everything harder."
"You know I love you. I don't want you to question that." She sighed deeply. "I just hate it when we fight."
"We weren't fighting," he said, grinning wryly. "We were just discussing divergent opinions."
Maggie laughed softly. "Yes, well… With Veronica there to keep Michael company, I won't worry about him being alone."
"Whatever it took for you to be able to come home with me, I'm glad you're here," he said, lifting her hand to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss there.
They arrived at the Beaulieu's home after eight o'clock that night, having driven from the airport in the silver pickup truck Bobby had reserved at the rental agency.
"A truck?" Maggie had questioned. Bobby had just winked at her.
Jerilyn chased Savannah who bounded out of the house as they pulled up into the circular driveway. "Daddy!" cried the child as she threw herself into Bobby's arms.
"Well hey there, June bug," he said, hugging his daughter tightly. "Look who I brought with me. You remember Maggie, don't you?"
"Welcome, cher," Jerilyn said as she wrapped Maggie in a huge hug. "Come on in. Are y'all hungry?"
"I'm always hungry," laughed Bobby. He put Savannah on the ground. "Come on, you can help us get our bags."
"This is such a beautiful home," Maggie told Bobby's mother.
"Why, thank you, hon," she smiled. "Of course, you know Bobby had it built for us when he signed his first contract with the majors."
Maggie's eyes widened, and she looked to Bobby who seemed uncomfortable. "No. I didn't know that."
"Ro-bert, y'all are up in your room," Jerilyn tossed over her shoulder as she headed back into the house. "Get freshened up and come on down to the kitchen."
With Bobby leading the way, Savannah carried Maggie's cosmetic case and Maggie followed with her suitcase as they went upstairs. They traveled down a long hallway to a bedroom on the back of the house with a huge bay window overlooking the marsh beyond the expansive lawn.
"Okay, sweetie," Bobby said to Savannah, "how about you go help Nana in the kitchen and we'll be right there."
"Okay, Daddy," the little girl said. "Are you coming downstairs, Maggie?"
Maggie smiled. "I sure am. I'll see you in just a minute."
"You can sit by me," Savannah said as she left the room, closing the door behind her.
Bobby pulled Maggie to him and held her for a moment, kissing her neck. "Thank you so much for coming home with me, cher," he murmured against her neck.
"I'm happy to be here," she said. "I'm surprised your mom has us sharing a room, though." He looked at her quizzically. "I just figured we'd be in separate rooms, that's all," she shrugged.
"You realize, cher," he arched an eyebrow, "they know we have sex." He whispered the last three words, and Maggie blushed furiously while he chuckled. "You're so pretty when your face is pink."
Thursday was a blur of activity at the Beaulieu home. Bobby's sisters and their families arrived throughout the morning beginning around seven o'clock. One by one, Maggie was introduced to them, and she made a concerted effort to remember everyone's names and at least which kids belonged to which adults, if not the names of the kids. She happily pitched in with the preparations in the kitchen while Bobby worked outside to set up the large outdoor fryer in which the turkey would be cooked.
"Have you ever had deep-fried turkey, Maggie?" asked Bobby's sister Jenny.
Maggie shook her head. "I never have, but I've always wanted to try it."
"You should go outside and watch," youngest sister Nancy told her.
Taking a beer from the giant ice-filled galvanized tub on the back deck, Maggie walked down the steps to the area on the end of the driveway where Bobby and his father had set up the fryer on its sturdy platform. The other men were keeping an eye on the kids playing behind the house.
"If it's not the prettiest girl I know," Bobby said, smiling. "And she brought me a beer." He took it from her and kissed her cheek. "How are you doing, cher?"
"I'm great! I came to see the turkey fry."
"Once you have it fried, you'll never go back to roasted," Justin told her with a wink.
The holiday dinner around the family table was a raucous affair. Following the grace, the passing of heaping platters and bowls was accompanied by loud conversation punctuated by frequent laughter. Feeling a bit overwhelmed, Maggie sat back and took it all in. Bobby rested his free hand on her thigh and grinned at her reassuringly from time to time.
"Well, what do you think, Maggie?" Bobby's oldest sister Michelle smiled kindly. "Are you coming back for Christmas or have we scared you off?"
"Oh, well," Maggie began, "actually I have a gathering at my place every Christmas. It's sort of affectionately known as the Orphans and Misfits Christmas."
"Being without family, Maggie invites her friends who don't have anybody either. She makes sure that nobody's alone on Christmas," Bobby elaborated proudly.
"Well, she has family now," Bobby's sister Renée said, and Maggie blushed as threatened tears stung her eyes.
Later that evening, after the kitchen had been thoroughly cleaned and leftovers had been packed away, the five Beaulieu daughters along with their husbands and children said their goodnights and went their separate ways.
Suddenly the house seemed empty and quiet. Jerilyn and Justin retired to the den to watch a holiday movie on television and Bobby put Savannah to bed, but not without a song from Maggie.
Pulling Savannah's door closed, Bobby winked at Maggie. "Now, cher, there's something I want to show you."
Ten minutes later they were driving away from the house in the rented pickup truck, country music playing softly on the radio. "You want to show me something we have to drive to?" Maggie asked.
His smile said he was pleased with himself. "It's not too far."
Soon they were driving in an older neighborhood populated with small family homes set closely together. Most were well-kept, and a few had apparently used the holiday to get a jump on setting out their Christmas decorations. Maggie smiled out the window at wicker reindeer lit with twinkling white lights, inflated Santas and other cartoon characters lit from within, and roofs outlined in sparkling icicle lights.
Bobby pulled to a stop in front of a nondescript split level with brick on the bottom and white clapboard on the top. Black shutters framed the three visible windows. A large tree stood in the front, skeletal in the cool fall air. Maggie looked back to Bobby questioningly.
"This is the home where I grew up," he said quietly. He looked at Maggie. "We were happy here. Crowded, because there are only three bedrooms and a bath and a half, but we were happy."
He smiled as he looked out across the brown lawn. "See that tree right there? It's a maple. I planted it from a seed when I was about five. Savannah's age now," he reflected.
Maggie smiled too, envisioning five-year-old Bobby slowing down long enough to plant a seed in a paper cup. "Your mom said that you built their house."
Bobby gazed down at his hands on the steering wheel. "My dad worked on the off-shore oil rigs, was gone for months at a time. Maman taught school. We never had two nickels to rub together, and they worked so hard, both of them. We never lacked anything we needed, but it was always tight. Then Pop got hurt and couldn't work anymore."
He looked back to Maggie, his eyes shining. "They always sacrificed so much for all of us. I didn't want them to ever worry about their home. And I figured, hell, might as well make it big enough for everybody." Bobby laughed lightly.
Maggie smiled at him proudly. "You're a good son. A good man." She slid across the bench seat and leaned up to kiss him deeply. Leaning back, she said, "Thank you for showing me this." He sighed. "I just want you to know who I am, where I come from."
RANSOMING REDEMPTION by Pandora Spocks
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Desperation will bring them back together.
In this scene from RUNNING ROGUE, the proverbial shit hits the fan. Where can Michael and Maggie go from here?
*Warning: SPOILERS*
On Friday afternoon, Michael took the elevator to the 50th floor. He'd ended his vacation a couple of days early. Two weeks is really too long to be gone, he reflected. He figured he'd check up on what had happened in his absence then join the gang at Docs. He had Maggie's bracelet in his pocket, figuring on returning it to her.
The first person he saw when he stepped off the elevator was Stan. "Hey, good, you made it for Maggie's party," Stan said, smiling.
Michael frowned. "Maggie's party? It's not her birthday already, is it?" How did that sneak up on me?
Stan tilted his head. "Her going-away party. You came back for her last day, right? She's going to the DA's office?"
Michael's mouth fell open. "Her last…" He glanced around. "What the fuck?!"
He strode purposefully toward Maggie's open office door. She was behind her desk, her back to the door. "What the fuck, Mags?!"
Maggie whirled around, her eyes wide. "Michael!"
"Explain to me what's going on here," he demanded.
She opened and closed her mouth, her face flushed. "I, well I, uh… I gave Brian my two week notice. I took a job working for Rance."
"You gave Brian your notice?!"
"You weren't here," she said reasonably.
Michael began to stalk back and forth in front of her desk. "What the fuck possessed you to take a new job? And you couldn't wait for me to get back? I would have offered you a raise."
Maggie shook her head. "It's not about the money. I hated what I did to win the LeRoi case. You know that really ate away at me. I can't do that anymore. I feel…dirty, like I need redemption. I have to do something different, something good."
Michael stopped pacing and placed his hands on her desk, leaning closer and speaking in a low tone. "Is this about us? About the fact that we slept together?"
She crossed her arms and leaned against the credenza. "News flash, Michael. Not everything in the world is about you."
He stood straight and nodded his head angrily. "So it's like this, is it? You're just going to leave the firm."
"I've been here five years. It's time to move on." She hung her bag over her shoulder and picked up her box, walking around the desk.
"Let me call security," Michael told her coolly. "They can escort you out and see that you don't take any property belonging to the firm."
Maggie's eyes bulged. "Are you serious? You want to make sure I don't steal anything?!" She walked back to the desk and put down the box. "Fuck it. I don't need any of this shit."
She glared at Michael. "You worried about my purse?" She unzipped the bag and upended it, dumping a wallet, three pens, loose change, hand lotion, a lipstick, and two tampons all over the floor before dropping the bag.
She snatched up the wallet. "If you don't mind, I'll need my ID and my Metro card." She turned on her heel and stalked out into the hallway.
Michael interlaced his fingers on top of his head and sighed. "Wait, Mags, I was out of line," he said, following her.
"Out of line? You were out of line?" she shrieked. "Fuck you, Michael!" She jabbed the elevator button and entered it as soon as the doors parted, pressing the close door button even before the car was all the way open.
Action on the 50th floor had ground to a halt at the sound of raised voices and as Maggie disappeared, people remained frozen, staring at Michael.
"Fuck!" he growled, and retreated to his office, slamming the door behind him.
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Weekend Excerpt–Christmas at Michael's
Published on December 12, 2020 December 11, 2020 by Pandora SpocksLeave a comment
Michael and Maggie?
Brilliant Manhattan attorney Michael Rannigan has his life arranged exactly the way he likes it. As a founding partner at the law firm of Murphy, Rannigan, & Metheny, he can let his underlings do the legwork on the high profile defense cases his exclusive 50th floor division handles. He prefers to simply breeze in and do what he does best: dazzle juries and charm the press.
His private life is well-ordered, too. Michael doesn't have the time or the patience for relationships. Instead, he has a contact list of hot blondes who meet his needs at any given moment, whether it's a date to a gallery opening or awards show. Or he just wants to get laid.
Maggie Flynn has her life mapped out as well. After she graduates from law school she plans to take a job with the Prosecutor's Office where she interned. But when she attends a job fair and meets Michael Rannigan, her plans change. She's studied his cases, even heard him speak once. He's smart and sexy and she can't resist interviewing with him.
Michael hires Maggie and has her assigned to his elite 50th floor team. He knows smart when he sees it. He also sees the spark in her eyes. She wants him. And having her nearby strokes his ego. It's not like anything will come of it, she's so far from his type. But there's something unsettling about Mary Margaret Flynn, like she can see through his bullshit in a way no one else ever bothered to do.
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 teaser from RESISTING RISK, the first book in the Rannigan's Redemption trilogy, a surprise guest has crashed Maggie's annual Orphans & Misfits Christmas celebration.
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Large Monterey County opium poppy grow busted
Monterey County Sheriff's deputies destroyed thousands of opium poppy plants over the weekend that were being grown in a field in Moss Landing. [Cal Coast Times]
Last week, sheriff's investigators learned of the grow site and confirmed that the plants were indeed Papaver Somniferum, commonly known as opium poppies. Deputies then destroyed about one acre of poppies.
The grow contained approximately 27,000 opium poppy plants and another 16,500 harvested plants. Sheriff's officials say straws from the harvested plants can still be used to produce various types of illicit opiate products.
If left untouched, the grow would have produced a yield of approximately 13 pounds of raw opium, which could then be converted into slightly less than a pound and a half of heroin, according to the sheriff's office. A pound and a half of heroin has a street value of approximately $45,000.
Officials say the process of cultivating poppies for heroin production can be repeated on the same plot of land for up to three cycles a year.
The sheriff's office has not identified any suspects in the case. However, it says the case will be forwarded to the Monterey County District Attorney's Office for prosecution of those involved in the operation.
Sheriff's officials say the case shows their commitment to battling the opioid epidemic that both local communities and the nation are facing. Investigators ask that anyone who has information about the case contact the Monterey County Sheriff's Office.
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"Sheriff's officials say the case shows their commitment to battling the opioid epidemic that both local communities and the nation are facing."
What a crock of chit! Most of the opioid crisis is caused by over prescribing prescribed opioids; then when the prescription ends and the Pill Pusher Doc won't give you another and you're addicted it's off the connections house where you're likely to get something cut with fentanyl, the substance actually killing most of those who overdose.
The policing should start with the manufacturers of legal opioids, their practice of flooding certain market areas with the chit and the Docs who are known to be Pill Pushers! Have those idiots face the same charges and consequences as any other "pusher" and then you can honestly say you're doing battle with the root cause of this epidemic. Cuttin' down a small crop of poppies that will only produce a relatively small amount of heroin is media day chit…
The drug industry continues to grow, what next? In my opinion the NRA would regard this stuff to be the real lethal weapon as it aimlessly takes lives.
Aimlessly? Don't tell that to the folks who take aim at the veins in their bodies to ingest this stuff…
NRA, that was a joke, right? Or are you actually saying the NRA aims at taking lives? I think it was the latter Jorge, and at least someone recognizes it, the NRA, for what it is.

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David (Pierce)
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Abbot David (secular name Cuthbert Pierce; 1959, Alabama - March 23, 2014) was hegumen of the Russian Orthodox Church Outside Russia, rector of Holy Dormition (Holyrood) Skete in Jacksonville.
For more than 25 years, he lovingly labored as a special education teacher in Florida's public school system[1].
In 1996, he was ordained a hierodeacon, and the following year a hieromonk[1]. He served in non-canonical "Holy Synod of Milan".
Septemper 29, 2008 Metropolitan Hilarion received Cuthbert Pierce into the Russian Orthodox Church Outside Russia with name David. His ordination was regularised and he was assigned to serve the same diocese at the Holy Cross Hermitage in Jacksonville, Florida[2].
Fr. David was blessed by the Metropolitan Hilarion to celebrate services according to the Sarum use of the Roman rite, using the line of liturgical books and materials printed at St. Gregory's Press in New Jersey[2].
After the repose of Abbot Augustine (Whitfield), assumed rectorship of Holyrood Western Rite Skete.
He died March 23, 2014.
↑ 1.0 1.1 http://www.eadiocese.org/News/2014/march/pierce.en.htm
↑ 2.0 2.1 http://sarisburium.blogspot.ru/2008/10/good-news-for-sarum-use-of-roman-rite.html
Retrieved from "https://orthodoxwiki.org/index.php?title=David_(Pierce)&oldid=119030"


Ask most employees what they think of their organisations' Intranet and you will be met with a collective shake of the head and roll of the eyes. Difficult to navigate and poorly designed, it is not surprising that many Intranets are places to avoid with poor adoption and low workforce engagement.
With the emergence of new digital collaboration tools, are Intranets losing their appeal as the central point of corporate communications, collaboration and centralised document storage?
At Bridgeall, we would probably answer yes to that if the question was about 'traditional' Intranets as described above. However, it doesn't need to be like that. The solution is to modernise rather than dump your existing site.


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Q: Trying to show an element on form submit I'm trying to show a loader.gif image when my form is submited.
My loader.gif has display:none in CSS, and I want to display it, when the form is submited.
I'm trying to do this using my simple code below.
It seems correct for me but it's not working.
Do you see something wrong here?
jQuery:
$(function(){
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        $('.loginbox h1 img').fadeIn('fast');
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});

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    display:none;
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Login Form:

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        User:
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A: I suppose that is because, once it is submitted, it is posting back or reloading or redirecting.
You can do this:
$(function(){
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        e.preventDefault(); // prevents submission
        $('h1 img').fadeIn('fast'); // since you aren't using that class
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});

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[[Benjamin Henry Latrobe|Latrobe's]] essay on landscape painting is, for garden historians, a fundamental text on early republican aesthetics. In it he ties together landscape aesthetics as expressed in gar.dens and paintings. He both subscribed to greater naturalism in landscaping and appreciated New World flora and topography. He believed the new environment demanded new treatment:

In America we have been, in our taste in Gardening, a little behind our scale of improvement in other respects. Till very lately we still loved straight unshaded [[Walk]]s, and called them a Garden, and the few trees about our dwellings which escaped the axe, we robbed of their best property—that of shading us from the scorching sun. The rage of ''trimming'' our trees still subsists . . . the Sketch . . . on the page show[s] the contrast of the benevolence of nature, and the ingenuity of Man. Under the spreading oak on the left . . . the day is shady and cool, to the right may be easily recognized the old arrangement of a Virginian plantation [Figs. 12 and 13].<ref>Ibid, [https://www.zotero.org/groups/54737/keywords_in_early_american_landscape_design/items/itemKey/SZEEBG9K view on Zotero].</ref>

[[Thomas Jefferson]] sympathized with Latrobe's ideas of landscaping, which he thought should be suited to the requirements of the environment and not merely represent the latest British taste. In a letter to another gardener he contrasted garden design in England and the American South:

ITheir sunless climate has permitted them to adopt what is certainly a beauty of the very first order in landscape. Their canvas is of open ground, variegated with [[clump]]s of trees distributed with taste. They need no more of wood than will serve to embrace a lawn ora glade. But under the beaming, constant and almost vertical sun of Virginia, shade is our Elysium. In the absence of this no beauty of the eye can be enjoyed.  <ref>Jefferson to William Hamilton, July 1806. Cited in Thomas Jefferson, ''The Garden Book'', ed. Edwin M. Betts (Philadelphia: American Philosophical Society, 1944), 323–24, [https://www.zotero.org/groups/54737/keywords_in_early_american_landscape_design/items/itemKey/8ZA5VRP5 view on Zotero].</ref>

Their sunless climate has permitted them to adopt what is certainly a beauty of the very first order in landscape. Their canvas is of open ground, variegated with [[clump]]s of trees distributed with taste. They need no more of wood than will serve to embrace a lawn ora glade. But under the beaming, constant and almost vertical sun of Virginia, shade is our Elysium. In the absence of this no beauty of the eye can be enjoyed.  <ref>Jefferson to William Hamilton, July 1806. Cited in Thomas Jefferson, ''The Garden Book'', ed. Edwin M. Betts (Philadelphia: American Philosophical Society, 1944), 323–24, [https://www.zotero.org/groups/54737/keywords_in_early_american_landscape_design/items/itemKey/8ZA5VRP5 view on Zotero].</ref>

It is useful to think about the interaction of these garden.ers and garden theorists with one another. It reveals something of the heterogeneity of landscape taste at a moment in American garden history. It should caution us against generalizing. When [[George Washington]] saw the famous garden of the botanist [[John Bartram]] of Philadelphia, he complained that "it was not laid off with much taste nor was it large." <ref>Washington on Bartram's garden, cited in George Washington, ''The Writings of George Washington from the Original Manuscript Sources'', 1745–1799, ed. John C. Fitzpatrick (Washington, D.C.: United States Government Printing Office, 1931–44), 2: 431, [https://www.zotero.org/groups/54737/keywords_in_early_american_landscape_design/items/itemKey/39ZET6HP view on Zotero].</ref> The general, in the process of landscaping his own plantation, [[Mount Vernon]], had collected a great deal of plant material from Bartram, yet he did not appreciate Bartram's scientific approach to gardening, which stretched beyond the immediate grounds surrounding his house. Bartram had been described by another botanist, [[Alexander Garden]], as being unsatisfied with a garden "less than Pensylvania & Every den is an [[Arbour]], Every run of water, a [[Canal]], & every small level Spot, a [[Parterre]], where he nurses up some of his Idol Flowers & cultivates his darling productions." <ref>Alexander Garden on Bartram's garden, cited in Cadwallader Colden, ''The Letters and Papers of Cadwallader Colden'' (New York: New-York Historical Society, 1918–37), 472, [https://www.zotero.org/groups/54737/keywords_in_early_american_landscape_design/items/itemKey/UT8C2FTZ view on Zotero].</ref> Bartram planted many of his rare species not only in this garden but in the two to three hundred acres of [[wood]]s surrounding his house. Washington was not considering where Bartram had planted his botanical discoveries, which were in spots closely resembling the [[wilderness]] in which he had originally collected them.
In America we have been, in our taste in Gardening, a little behind our scale of improvement in other respects. Till very lately we still loved straight unshaded Walks, and called them a Garden, and the few trees about our dwellings which escaped the axe, we robbed of their best property—that of shading us from the scorching sun. The rage of trimming our trees still subsists . . . the Sketch . . . on the page show[s] the contrast of the benevolence of nature, and the ingenuity of Man. Under the spreading oak on the left . . . the day is shady and cool, to the right may be easily recognized the old arrangement of a Virginian plantation [Figs. 12 and 13].[29]


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Part of Scotland's Inner Hebrides, the island of Tiree, 10 miles long and 4 miles wide in parts, home to less than 800 people, is a great place to get away from it all.
Located to the west of the Isle of Mull and just south of neighbouring Coll, it is one of the sunniest places in Britain thanks to its exposed location on the Atlantic Ocean. This also means that it is one of the most windy places too which is why its waves and white sandy beaches are popular with windsurfers.
Flights in light aircraft are available from Glasgow most days via Flybe.
Hebridean Air Services operates between Oban, Tiree, Coll and Colonsay.
The ferry service runs operates Monday to Saturday from Oban to Coll and Tiree. Bikes are carried for a small charge.
The official Caledonian Macbrayne website lists all the current ferry timetables in detail. Winter timetables may have few sailings. Vehicle reservation required - telephone 08705 650000. CalMac also operates non-landing cruises cruises with a meal from Oban to Tiree.
On Wednesdays from June to September, you can get a Calmac combined ferry/coach tour of Tiree departing from Oban in association with Kennedy Coaches and Scarinish Hotel.
Mrs Judith Boyd at Millhouse, Cornaigmore (tel: 01879 220435).
MacLennan Motors, Pierhead, Scarinish (tel: 01879 220555).
MacLennan Motors (Tel: 01879 220555).
John Kennedy Taxis operate a taxi service, minibus and coach hire. Tel: 01879 220419 (must be booked at least the day before you intend you use the service). Island tours available.
Argyll and Bute Council operate a Ring 'n' Ride bus service on the island with a wheelchair accessible minibus which is available on demand from 7am to 6pm Mondays to Saturdays. Telephone 01879 220419 to book the bus. Journeys can be booked up to one week in advance and as late as up to one hour before the time of travel (subject to availability).
Produced by the Ordnance Survey at a scale of 1.25 inches to the mile (2 km to 1 cm) is the detailed map of Coll & Tiree available to purchase from Amazon UK.
The 9-hole golf course at Vaul is situated 2 miles from Scarinish and half a mile from the Lodge Hotel. Telephone: 01879 220848.
Wild Diamond offers windsurfing, kitesurfing, stand-up paddleboarding (SUP), surf board hire, sandyachting and a surf shop (located just south of the main crossroads in Cornaig & only 2 minutes away from Loch Bhasapol. Contact William-Angus & Kirsty MacLean. Tel: 01879 220 399 / Mob: 077121 59205.
Craig Sutherland (Suds) operates the Suds Surf School on Tiree. Tel: 077930 63849.
Tiree Fitness: personal training available to suit all ages and abilities in a fully equipped training studio with expert tuition by Will Wright BSc, DipPT, REPs Lv3 Instructor. Sports Massage and Relaxation Massage also available. Mobile: 07768 462 613 / tel: 01879 220 421.
If you are taking a vehicle to Tiree or wish to go wild camping on the island, please read this leaflet (PDF).
The name Tiree is familiar to many people as it is heard daily on the UK shipping forecast. Information is provided by the island's weather station which gives exact meteorological reports. Thanks to the Gulf Stream, its climate is quite mild.
In Gaelic it is known as Tir-Iodh - the land of corn. The island once had a population of almost 4500, but many crofters left during the Clearances or later, and the 2011 census recorded just under 650 people. It is quite flat with lots of farming land and has much fertile sandy soil. Few trees grow here though, due to the wind. The underlying rock, Lewisian gneiss, is thought to be 2900 million years old - half as old as the Earth itself.
The island has many beautiful empty white sandy beaches and dunes. The largest is Gott Bay which arches round for about 4km and faces east back to Mull. The machair with many varieties of wild flower displays a host of colour in the Spring and Summer. There is also much bird life on Tiree and apparently two of the best locations are Loch Bhasapoll and a cave on the coast at Kenavara.
The main township is Scarinish, where the ferry arrives. There is a supermarket, bank, post office, gift shop/cafe, garage and police station. A few miles south at Crossapol there is a general store and garage.
The Fèis Thiriodh (festival of traditional music and Gaelic song & dance) is an annual event each July.
Few places on the island are more than 15 metres above sea level. The two highest points are Ben Hynish at 462 feet (141 metres) and Beinn Hough at 390 feet (119 metres). Visibility is often excellent since there are no great peaks to precipitate rain.
Despite its flat nature, the island is easy to spot from a distance because of the golf ball-shaped communications radome that can be seen for miles around. When I went on a boat cruise to Staffa and the Treshnish Isles, it was clearly visible. Sitting on top of Beinn Hynish, apparently it belongs to the Civil Aviation Authority and tracks airliners over the Atlantic.
There are several interesting archaeological remains including a 30 foot-diameter broch at Vaul Bay, with walls 12 feet thick and, in the west at Kilkenneth, the ruins of Chapel of Saint Kenneth, one of Saint Columba's followers. Four crannogs (ancient loch dwellings) have been surveyed by Mark Holley.
Another curiosity of the island lies between Vaul and Balephetrish. This mysterious boulder, known locally as 'the Ringing Stone' because of the metallic sound it makes if you hit it, features over 50 Bronze Age cup marks and probably dates back to the Ice Age.
The Hebridean Trust also looks after the Skerryvore Lighthouse Museum where you can also see the old Signal Tower at Hynish. Tel: 01879 220 726.
An Iodhlann houses Tiree's historical archives at Scarinish (tel: 01879 220793).
The Rural Centre at Crossapol has an exhibition on Crofting and the environment on Tiree (tel: 01879 220677). Monday to Saturday 9am – 6pm. Tearoom, postcards, library, children's play area, Internet access.
Another place to visit is the Sandaig Island Life Museum which is a restored terrace of thatched buildings. Open to visitors afternoons only Monday to Friday during the summer (tel: 01879 220677). Free entry. Staffed by volunteers. You can explore the old crofter's cottage, and adjacent byre and barn to see how people used to live.
For handmade jewellery, chocolates, cards and gifts, check out Chocolates and Charms at Heylipol. Tel: 01879 220037.
The Blue Beyond Gallery at Balemartine displays paintings and pottery by resident artists.
Beachcomber at Crossapol sells crafts and clothes.
The Cèabhar Self Catering Guesthouse & Restaurant at Sandaig is open at lunchtime and evening. Tel 01879 220 684.
Isle of Tiree Genealogy by Keith Dash.
The Cèabhar Guesthouse & Restaurant has 5 bedrooms. Tel 01879 220 684.
Kirkapol House, Gott Bay, Isle of Tiree, Argyll PA77 6TW. Converted Victorian church. Open all year. 6 rooms. Telephone/fax: 01879 220 729.
Scarinish Hotel. Bar, restaurant, 9 bedrooms. Tel: 01879 220308.
The Tiree Lodge Hotel in Gott Bay has 14 ensuite bedrooms, a bar, dining room and lounge bar. Telephone: 01879 220 329.
Cottage to rent, sleeping 4-5. Contact Bob Stickland via tireecottage.co.uk.
Cnoc A'Mhurain offers 1 cottage sleeping 2, and a house sleeping 8. Located on the west side of the island, 1 mile from the Tiree Windsurfing Club.
Drovers Cottage is a traditional Hebridean thatched cottage, reputedly the oldest on Tiree. Accommodation for 2 (1 double bedroom, kitchen/living room, shower room).
Kilkenneth Cottages on the west side of the island. Two traditionally stone built cottages sleeping 6 and 7 people. Renovated and fully equipped. Contact: Mr & Mrs J Macdonald, 9 Colonsay, East Kilbride G74 2HE. Telephone: 01355 239473.
Lighthouse View at Scarinish sleeps 6 in 4 bedrooms. Scottish Tourist Board 3 stars. Available March - October. Contact Mhairi Crookston, tel: 01828 670670.
Millhouse Activity Centre and self-catering hostel at Cornaigmore. Bikes, fishing gear, kayaks etc can be hired, and outdoor activitites (windsurfing, sandyachting, ponytrekking) arranged. Contact Judith Boyd. Tel/Fax: 01879 220 435.
No. 3 Heanish is a renovated traditional style cottage about 1.3 miles from ferry terminal and 0.7 miles from Scarinish village toward Crossapoll. Well equipped with kitchen, lounge, bathroom, 2 bedrooms (sleeps 4). Contact Mr & Mrs. David Brown. Tel: 01631 565242.
Whitehouse is a farmhouse which can sleep 6 - 8 in 3 bedrooms. Situated overlooking Balephetrish Bay.
Caravan accommodation is also available. It is possible to camp freely on Tiree but please read this leaflet (PDF).
Balinoe Campsite (tel: 07712 159205 or 01879 220399).
Millhouse Hostel (sleeps 16/18) and Millhouse Farmhouse (sleeps 12) offer 4 star hostel accommodation - Contact Judith Boyd (tel: 01879 220435).
Further self catering listings are provided on the island's community web site.


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Historically the Lord-Lieutenant has always had strong links with the military units within Suffolk.. In particular, the Lieutenancy supports and promotes all the Reserve Forces and also liaises closely with our local Cadet Units linked to each of the Services.
Suffolk has many military bases including RAF Honington, Wattisham Air Station, Rock Barracks, RAF Mildenhall and Lakenheath.
The Reserve Forces are a vital component of the United Kingdom's defence capability, providing some 50,000 men and women to the Reserves of the Royal Navy, Royal Marines, Army and RAF.
The RFCA is responsible for the wellbeing of the region's Reserve Forces and Cadets, promoting the interests of the Armed Forces and building relationships with the local community and employers.
Established in 1860, the UK cadet movement is one of the oldest and most successful voluntary youth organisations in the world and celebrated its 150th anniversary in 2010. The Sea Cadet Corps (SCC), Army Cadet Force (ACF), Air Training Corps (ATC) and the Combined Cadet Force (CCF) allow young people to develop skills and qualities needed to become active and responsible members of their local communities
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Q: git svn clone not picking up deletes I am having an issue exporting some files from an svn repo to a new git repo.  I'm grabbing a set of files and have passed in the few paths that they have had over time as my --include-paths argument.
It's picking up the additions of the files, but not the deletes when they were moved.  The end repo has the files in the old and new path.
Another odd part is that there was an directory in the middle there at one point in time.  Those additions and deletes were recorded and the intermediary directory is empty in resulting repo
git svn clone svn+ssh://my/repo/trunk --include-paths="^(src/com/test/initial|src/com/test/middle/[\w]*\.java|src/com/test/latest/[\w]*\.java)"

If I do not include the --include-paths arg everything is correct.  Any idea why the move from initial to middle directories is only doing the add part of the commit?


According to Priceline.com, Los Angeles is one of the nation's top holiday travel destinations. Millions of people flock to our region every winter to escape the cold and enjoy our sunny shores. The beach is perhaps Southern California's most iconic attraction. It fuels our economy and our way of life here, and that is why it's so vital that we take good care of the coast and ocean.
Stewarding these natural riches is good for business in cities like Hermosa Beach, where hotels, restaurants and retailers depend on year-round visitors. Statewide, the ocean supports half a million jobs. Three quarters of them are in tourism and recreation.
That is why California legislators are working to reduce pollution and increase conservation along the coast. It is also why the state created a network of underwater state parks, or marine protected areas. Completed in 2012, this new park system includes hot spots like Point Vicente, Point Dume, Bolsa Chica and La Jolla.
California has a proud history of forward-thinking ocean management. Our system of marine protected areas—connected by ocean currents, and accessed via public beaches and parks—was the nation's first. We were also the first to pass a statewide plastic bag ban.
But now is not the time to rest on our laurels. With a growing population, constant development needs and a healthy demand for local seafood, we have to continue to make smart choices. At Hermosa Beach City Council, we'll keep working to keep our coast beautiful. You can do your part by making sure you leave nothing but footprints when you visit the beach this holiday season.
Nanette Barragan is the Hermosa Beach Mayor Pro Tem. You can follow her on Twitter @MayorPTBarragan.


Rock climbing leaves impacts on vegetation, but climbing is not exclusively harmful. Also, there are many simple ways to reduce your impact outside.
Computed tomography (CT) has been an incredibly useful tool for medicine - just recently has it become refined and efficient enough to work on small, soft-bodied invertebrates.
A bit on terrestrial leech evolution. Blood-feeding leeches living on land are a thing. There is more than on family, and they aren't each others closest relatives!
Evolutionary trees seem intuitive, but unfortunately they are not.


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Quebec is the second-largest Canadian province / territory by total area (1,542,056 sq. km).
Quebec is the second-most populous province of Canada. Most inhabitants live in urban areas near the Saint Lawrence River between Montreal and Quebec City, the capital.
Why is Quebec named Quebec?
What is the weather in Quebec?
In Quebec, there are four seasons. Spring lasts from mid-March to mid-June; summer lasts from mid-June to mid-September; fall follows summer from mid-September to mid-December and winter comes after from mid-December to mid-March. The average temperatures in the summer are about 15° C to 26° C in Montréal, but from 5° C to 17 ° C in Kuujjuaq in Nunavik. In the winter, they go from -5° C to -12° C in Montréal, while in Kuujjuaq, they are about -19 C to -28° C. Make sure you bring warm clothes when you visit Quebec in the winter, whatever the region you choose to visit. Winds can also change the temperatures greatly, making it cooler in the summer and colder in the winter. The best option is to always carry warm clothes with you, even in the summer. Make sure you also carry a warmer sweater, especially in the spring and fall, since once the evening comes, the temperatures are colder.
What is the currency in Quebec?
The currency used in Quebec is the Canadian dollar. It is divided into 100 cents. Canadian money is available in 5, 10, 20, 50 and 100 dollar bills and in coins of 5, 10 and 25 cents, as well as in 1 and 2 dollar coins. You can change your money in most of the banks (be careful because they have reduced opening hours), as well as in the currency exchange bureaus in major hotels, in airports and in some of the larger cities.
What kind of transportation is there in Quebec?
Quebec is well served by an extensive public transportation system. Two international airports, in Montréal and in Québec city, allow visitors to enter the province. Smaller airports serve the other regions. You can also travel to most of the regions by train, which is a great means of transportation, since it lets you the pleasure to rest, eat, or read while travelling. A great network of busses drives people between the main cities of the province and allows you to travel safely.
To travel inside the cities without having to worry, choose public transportation. Every city has a public transportation network. It normally costs between $2 and $3 for a ticket that will allow you to take more than one bus to get to your destination.
What are the main cities in Quebec?
What is the culture of Quebec?
Sharing many characteristics with the French culture—particularly the predominance of the French language. They are known for their "joie de vivre," colourful French accents, culinary traditions, and the warm welcome they extend to visitors.
What food is Quebec known for?
Do they speak English in Quebec?
Even though the majority of the province is francophone (French speaking), English is widely spoken in major cities and tourist areas.
Montreal Impact is a relatively new soccer team in the MSL, but won the Canadian Championships in 2013 and 2014. Montreal Impact's biggest rival is Toronto FC. Believe it or not, the FC stands for football club. The regular soccer season starts in March and ends in October. You can catch one of their home games at Saputo Stadium.
Canadian Football is similar to American Football, with a few key rules differences (e.g. The field in Canada is bigger and there are only 3 downs, instead of 4).
The Montreal Alouettes compete in the East Division of the CFL. The Alouettes last won the Grey Cup championship in 2010 and have a won a total of seven times. The regular football season starts in July and ends in November. You can catch a home game at the Percival Molson Memorial Stadium.


The American Ballet Theater today named ballerina Misty Copeland as principal dancer. Copeland, 32 years old, is the first African-American dancer to be made a principle in ABT's 75 year history.
My daughter and husband both texted me the exciting news of her promotion today, evidencing that we are indeed a dance family. And as a parent of an aspiring dancer, here are three reasons I'm thrilled Misty Copeland was promoted to principal dancer at American Ballet Theater.
1. Misty Copeland embodies perseverance.
Misty Copeland's promotion to principal dancer is evidence for my daughter that she shouldn't listen to the naysayers. Misty refused to take no for an answer.
In this Under Armour ad, she dances as a young woman reads from the many rejection letters that Copeland received.
When my daughter texted me the news, I sent her a photo of Misty and said, "Misty didn't let anything stop her from making her dreams a reality. I hope you don't, either." She responded that she would not. That's awesome.
2. Misty Copeland is breaking racial barriers.
My daughter loves dance. Loves. It. But to say that it has not the most diverse art form is an understatement. Today's announcement is a first for a black ballerina.
I'm thrilled that my daughter can see this history being made.
"My body is very different from most of the dancers I dance with. My hair is different than most I dance with. But I didn't let that stop me. Black girls rock and can be ballerinas," Misty said. What a great message.
3. Misty Copeland is amazing on stage and off.
My tween and I got to see Misty Copeland dance with American Ballet Theater in Chicago this fall. We were wowed. But we've also been wowed by both her autobiography and her children's book. And her television appearance, on So You Think You Can Dance, as a presenter at the Tony Awards and more.
Dance can be all encompassing, but I love that Misty shows that you can have multiple interests, and be good at many, many things.