I’m
a doctor. Mobster. Killer.
My
hands are covered in filth. I don’t have the right to touch anything as clean
and pure as Ellison MacAllister.
I
distance myself … always remaining obscure, composed, restrained.
Careful
to never allow my eyes to linger too long.
Careful
to hide my interest.
Careful
to keep my burning desire buried beneath the surface.
I
do it for her—suffer in silence—because it’s what is best for the woman I love.
And
she has no idea.
She’ll
be initiated as a Fellowship member soon. One of my mafia brothers will go
through endurance so he’ll earn the right to claim her.
Make
her his wife.
Kill.
Me. Slowly.
I’m
running out of time. Only a month remains before she’s beyond my reach forever.
I
want to taste her. Share sleepless nights. Ride out her storm.
I
want to give her the kind of nights she will still feel between her legs the
next morning.
I
want us to share the kind of passion that forms on our skin and drips down to
saturate the sheets.
Between
the sweat and the moans and the messy hair, I want her to know how hard she’s
been loved.
To
have her is to taint her.
I
should stay away. But I won’t. I can’t.
I’m
a selfish bastard.
A selfish
bastard in love.
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Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.
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