Endurance
A
Sin Trilogy Standalone Novel
(Jamie
and Ellison’s Story)
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.
Chapter 2: Ellison’s POV
“I’m not as strong as you.” I
don’t have an ounce of willpower when it comes to this beautiful man. Even now,
I want to plead with him to have me. To claim me. To take me into the bedroom
and make me scream his name over and over.
“I’m not as strong as you think.”
“You were strong enough to tell
me no.” I ache in my chest as I recall him pushing me away. No man has ever
hurt my heart the way Jamie did that day.
“You’re wrong. I’m so damn weak
when it comes to you, Ellison.”
We’d be together if that were so.
“We’ll have to agree to disagree on that one.”
“The Order takeover is scheduled
to happen in three weeks. You’re going to belong to another soon after. And
it’s making me lose my fucking mind.”
Is it wrong to be happy to hear
him admit he’s going crazy? “You made your decision.”
“What if I don’t want to live the
rest of my life not knowing how you look when you wake next to me in the
mornings, or how you feel in my arms at night when we fall asleep, or how you
smile in your sleep when you’re dreaming of happy things?”
He didn’t mention a word about
claiming or marrying me. That means I fall into the third category of females
in his precious Fellowship. Fuck-worthy. “You said you wouldn’t taint
me.”
“You won’t be considered tainted
in the eyes of the brothers if they don’t know we’ve been together. It would
have to be our secret.”
We’d be hush-hush, keeping
everything we share in the dark . . . like it’s dirty. Like it’s wrong. Like
it’s depraved.
So, what? When we’re over, I have
to watch him hop from one Fellowship whore to the next because he can never
have a wife? I have to pick up my broken heart and simply move on with
my husband? I don’t work like that. It’s not in my makeup.
“I deserve better.”
“You deserve the best.” My chest
tightens when Jamie repeats the words my father spent years instilling in me.
“You think sneaking around with you
behind the backs of the brothers is what I deserve?” I want Jamie but not that
way.
“It’s all I’m able to give you
right now.”
“But I want more.”
I want his body, but more than
that I want his love. I want his forever. My feelings are stronger than ever so
what happens when our time together ends and I can’t give him up?
A month with the man I love
versus never knowing what it feels like to have him inside me. Never knowing
what it feels like to wake with him beside me. Never knowing what it feels like
to have him hold me while I fall asleep. It should be a no-brainer . . . except
I know me. I’ll fall so deeply in love with him that letting go will wreck me.
“A month together and then we
part ways? It’s just not that simple.” It would be excruciating to mourn the
loss of him in my life.
“You won’t question how hard
you’ve been loved when I’m done.”
When I’m done. I hate those words
so much. “Don’t you see? That’s the thing. I don’t want to be done and a
month together is only going to solidify that for me.”
“I don’t want to be done either.
If I could give you the kind of protection you’ll need, I would claim you today
and give you my forever. But I can’t do that, Ellison. It isn’t what’s best for
you. And I’d rather not have you than place you in danger because I’m selfish
and want you for myself.”
“I shouldn’t be forced to decide
between a month or never with you. It’s not fair.”
“I know. But you are who you are.
I am who I am. Neither of us can be changed. I’ve given my life to The
Fellowship. I’m committed to serving my brothers as a physician. My
contribution. It isn’t possible to go back on my vow.”
I can’t make this decision right
now. I need to think about the consequences of saying yes. “When do you need my
answer?”
“Soon. I’ll have some
backtracking to do with Sin if you decide against it.”
“Backtracking?”
“One of The Fellowship women
entered nursing school a year ago so she could become my assistant. I told Sin
her motive wasn’t to help the brotherhood or me. I convinced him she was
becoming a nurse to get close to me so I’d claim her.”
The thought of Jamie claiming
another woman makes me feel like I’ve been punched in the gut. Twice. “Is that
true? Is she doing it because she wants you?”
He shrugs. “Maybe. I don’t know.”
I hate the thought of another
woman getting close to Jamie. Despise it. “Would you claim this woman? Marry
her?”
“You already know I’m not in a
position to do either of those things right now.”
Right now doesn’t mean he won’t
one day. “Would she live with you at the infirmary?”
“I haven’t given it a bit of
thought. Spending the next month with you has been the only thing on my mind.”
She’ll live there. I know it.
I don’t want another woman living
with him. But what say do I have if we aren’t together? None. Jamie can take in
any woman he likes.
“Don’t think about her.
Concentrate on us and focus on how good we’ll be together. How good the next
month will be.”
A part of me wants to tell him
he’s a selfish dickhead for asking this of me. But then there’s another part
that understands exactly what he wants . . . because it’s what I want too.
“Can I have until tomorrow
night?”
“Aye. I can cover with Sin until
you decide. Until then, would you be willing to take a look at the properties
with me tomorrow with the real estate agent? We’ll probably need some ideas on
how each might or might not work for what we’ll need.”
What we’ll need. He’s so damn
confident I’ll say yes to this proposal. I want to.
“Sure. What time?”
“Appointment is at 11:00. Could
you be ready to go at 10:30?”
“Yeah.”
“All right. I understand this is
a big decision. It’ll require a bit of consideration, so I’ll go and leave you
with your thoughts.”
I follow Jamie to the door, maybe
hoping he’ll offer a sample of what’s to come if I accept his proposal.
His hand goes for the doorknob
but then retreats. “I think you could use a bit of friendly persuasion.”
I don’t have time to respond
before my back is pressed firmly against the wall. I think he likes doing
this—trapping me so I can’t escape his embrace.
His mouth comes down on mine
forcefully as his hands move to grip my hips. The tips of his fingers dig into
the flesh of my skin, almost painfully, through my yoga pants. He’s so
aggressive. God, he would be a beast in bed.
My arms wrap around his shoulders
as one of his hands glides around to grasp my ass and pull my leg upward so
it’s wrapped around his waist. He dry humps me, grinding his hard cock against
my crotch, as his mouth leaves mine to travel down my neck. “I’ll make it so
good for you, Ellison. You won’t regret our time together. I swear.”
And that’s the problem. I know
he’ll make it good for me, and it’ll possibly be the happiest time of my life.
I’d get a taste of the life I could have with Jamie . . . and then it would be
over. We wouldn’t have a choice. When it’s over, it’s over.
But, I crave him. Emotionally,
physically . . . I want so badly to blurt out that I’ll do it. So tempting. But
I don’t.
This man will consume me.
Burn me.
Destroy me.
And
what’s worse, I may let him.
Kim's 5 Star Review
Jamie Breckenridge is not just any guy, he’s a mobster,
killer, doctor and he’s the one man Ellison MacAllister wants but can’t have.
Joining the Fellowship won’t be easy but will it be worth it.
Jamie has had a rough start as we all got to read about
during the Sin Trilogy. He may be just a
doctor, a servant in his parent’s eyes but he fights for what he believes in
and is happy to be there for his brothers as their doctor despite their
disapproval.
Ellison wasn’t supposed to find out about the Fellowship but
no thanks to Abram, Jamie’s father, she found out and is on the path to joining
the Fellowship like her sister Bleu. Ellison know what she wants, a strong
Alpha male who takes what he wants and Jamie just happens to be the one she
wants.
Like the Sin trilogy, Georgia wrote a dangerously addictive
story that draws you in. There were
times when I wanted to reach in the book and smack Jamie for being an idiot but
then he turns around and does something that makes you swoon. I found it hard
not to get attached to Jamie and Ellison but their story is one you can put
down. The attraction between these two is so hot and explosive that you feel it
down to your toes.
Jamie and Ellison story is one of the few that I have read
recently that had me addicted to reading and not wanting to put the book
down. I loved that Georgia gave us a
glimpse of what is going on in Sin and Bleu’s life along while telling us Jamie
and Ellison’s story. She even gave an
added bonus of letting her readers see what’s in store for the Fellowship and
Westlyn in 2017.
I was given this book in exchange for an honest review.
About the Author
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.
