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  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty-Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Epilogue

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  Unbreak Me

  ISBN # 978-1-78651-032-7

  ©Copyright Julieanne Lynch 2016

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright May 2016

  Edited by Shannon Combs

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  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Sizzling and a Sexometer of 2.

  UNBREAK ME

  Julieanne Lynch

  Two hearts, both broken… Two lives ready to be lived.

  Molly Rice just wants to go through life unnoticed. To work hard, buy a little house and perhaps settle down some day. Everything else she can do without.

  Connor Ellison, the son of the hard-nosed CEO of Ellison Enterprises, finds it hard to ignore the pretty, doe-eyed girl who one day accidentally walks into his life. Completely bowled over by her beautiful nature, Connor embarks on a whirlwind mission to make Molly his.

  Molly soon finds herself lost in a billionaire’s paradise, but she isn’t easily persuaded. In one year, everything changes. When feelings get involved, there’s so much more at play.

  Can Molly and Connor overcome the many hurdles pitted against them? Do they have the strength to unbreak each other’s hearts?

  Dedication

  For Gladys

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  YouTube: Google, Inc.

  Starbucks: Starbucks Corporation

  BMW: Bayerische Motoren Werke Aktiengesellschaft Corporation

  Tupperware: Dart Industries Inc.

  Sleeping Beauty: Charles Perrault

  Audi S4: Audi A.G.

  Ritz: Ritz-Carlton Hotel Co.

  Tylenol: Tylenol Company

  Jerry Springer: Multimedia Entertainment, Inc.

  Bank of America: Bank of America Corporation

  “I’ll Never Get Out of the World Alive”: Hank Williams & Fred Rose

  Fiat: Fiat S.P.A.

  Mercedes: Dailmer Chryster AG Corporation

  Goodwill: Goodwill Industries International, Inc.

  Xanax: Upjohn Company, the Corporation

  Campral: Lipha, Lyonnaise Industrielle Pharaceutique Corporation

  Cartier: Cartier International

  Prologue

  “Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.”

  ~ Oscar Wilde

  The ache always got her best when she stood by the grave. Emptiness like no other, and she often wondered if she’d ever find something to fill the void, to replace the pain with a life enriched and worth living. Bowing her head, she took in the sight of the wilting petals of last week’s flowers blowing as the wind crept up around her feet and she sighed. It was a ritual, one that she promised herself, one that made more sense to her, none to others. But she was determined not to let herself forget the kindness or words of wisdom delivered by the old woman who now lay in eternal sleep six feet below.

  Life had been hard for Molly Rice. Not your average kind of hardship, but the kind of upbringing that meant survival was her main priority. Everything else took second place on her agenda. Had it not been for the kindness of Aggie Morella, it would have been Molly lying in that grave.

  Bending down, she took out the dead flowers and replaced the small pot with a fresh bouquet of carnations, and she smiled.

  “Just the way you like them, Aggie,” she said as she kissed her fingertips before laying her hand on the small gray headstone. “Sleep well, my friend.”

  It was always at this point in her weekly visit when the reality became too much to bear. She knew that going back to the empty apartment left more time for thinking, and thinking was itself a curse.

  Taking the long route back to her small apartment in the city, she reveled in the setting sun and smiled as the shadows danced across the bridge. Just every so often she found herself in awe of life, all the beauty that surrounded her, and craved having her own slice of heaven.

  Things, of course, never did go the way she planned and on that fateful night in May, she’d never see things the way she once had. The journey that would follow would open up her heart, mind and soul to the true splendor of life.

  Not once in her lifetime had she ever imagined that she would be the one stepping up to the plate and intervening.

  Sometimes there was no explaining life.

  Chapter One

  Connor smashed his fist into the steering wheel. He swore as he hyperventilated. There were some things in life that pissed him off more than others. His father being one of them.

  “Fuck!” he roared as he slammed his fists down time and time again until he finally stopped, looked up from the wheel and stared out of the windshield. The heavy traffic coming in the
opposite direction blurred his vision, the adrenaline still pumping, fresh from his confrontation with the people who tried to control his every move.

  He shook his head. He found it hard to see any way out of it. He’d messed up big this time, and his father wasn’t going to let him forget any time soon.

  His phone rang, pulling him out of his harangue of abuse. He looked down and saw the caller ID flash Mom and swore. “Fuck!”

  Connor knew there’d be more hell to pay if he ignored her, so he answered and braced himself for whatever the woman felt like delivering.

  “Hello, Mother.” He sighed as he ran his hand over the back of his head. “Yes, I’m pretty aware… No, he did not… Mom, please, just give me a break. I’ve already had it from him. I said I was sorry… No, I didn’t do it on purpose. God, do you really think I’m that incompetent?” The frustration was beginning to burn deep in his stomach. “You know what, I’ve got to go.”

  Connor threw the phone into the back of the car. He let out a long breath before opening the door and getting out. Much to the annoyance of other drivers, who sounded their horns at him, cars swerving trying not to hit his car. People roared and shouted obscenities at him.

  He stood on the verge of the road, and jumped over the barrier onto the pedestrian pathway. The wind hit him hard, taking his breath away.

  He paced up and down the pathway and tried to ignore the anger welling inside him. The disappointment he felt in himself for losing such a big investment and the fact that half the board would be gunning for him and his immediate termination added to his growing trepidation.

  “I can’t do this anymore,” he whispered to himself as he looked out over the bay. The last remaining rays of sunlight began to die, leaving him standing in the twilight of what remained of his day, the numbness kicking in.

  He’d been battling the unease for a long while. Pretending to everyone around him that he was fine, but all the while dying a little each day. His job sucked the life out him. It had killed whatever get-up-and-go he once had, and he was done.

  It’s now or never, he thought as he touched the cool cable, looking down over the metal, into the water below. “I’ll never be free,” he said as the noise of the traffic became distorted, replaced by the sound of his beating heart. “I just need to sleep.”

  Connor pulled himself up onto the ledge of the bridge and over to the parapet. He held the cable as he looked down, feeling a wave of relief wash over him.

  “I can’t do this anymore,” he muttered to himself as a tear slipped down over his cheek and he let go of the cable.

  He closed his eyes, as he stood with his hands by his side. Warmth replaced the cold trembling sensation that had overtaken him mere moments before. He felt at ease with his decision to end his life, and there was no going back, not at that point.

  “Seriously,” a voice came from behind him. “You, in your flashy suit and fancy car, are going to jump?”

  Connor opened his eyes and reached for the cable. Cocking his head to the side, he saw a pretty brunette leaning over the cold metal, looking at him as if he were nuts.

  “Please leave me alone,” he replied, clearly annoyed by her interference.

  “Sorry, mister, but no can do,” she said as she looked at him with pity in her eyes.

  He didn’t want her pity, and he sure as hell didn’t need it. None of what he had planned was about gaining any sympathy. He was the one who had fucked up, and he was the one who’d planned months ago how he wanted to end it all.

  “Please, just leave me alone.”

  “I don’t think so. Nothing can be that bad that you’re going to jump. Do you have any idea how the water alone will break your bones, possibly killing you before you get a chance to drown. Like seriously, it’s not a painless way to go.”

  “I don’t need the specifics. I just need you to go,” Connor replied, refusing her attempts at stopping him from taking his life.

  “Well, I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me until the police get here,” she said, smiling at him as he gave her a horrified look.

  “Oh my God, seriously? You called the authorities?”

  “Of course, nothing is that bad in life that you have to end it all. Do you want me to call anyone? A relative? A friend?”

  “There’s no one,” Connor muttered as his stomach twisted itself into knots.

  “There has got be someone.”

  “Afraid not.”

  “Then talk to me. I can be a good shoulder,” the girl said. “I’m Molly, and I stood where you once stand. Well, not the exact spot, but I was desperate, too, once upon a time ago.” She was sincere as she spoke.

  Connor wasn’t interested in swapping stories. He just wanted to do what he intended to do, but Molly wasn’t having any of it.

  “So…what happened? What pushed you over the edge—no pun intended?” she asked as she rested her arms on the steel of the bridge.

  Connor stared at the water seventy meters below and closed his eyes. How could he tell a stranger his deepest, darkest feelings? The things that kept him up at night, the stuff that no one knew. How could he possibly let a stranger in on the real reason behind his breakdown?

  “You wouldn’t understand,” he whispered as he lost himself for a moment.

  He swayed from side to side and felt the urge to jump. A sensation that drowned out the noise from the wailing sirens of the police cars, a helicopter hovering from above and the reasoning coming from Molly.

  “Hey… C’mon now, don’t do this,” Molly shouted, trying to get his attention. “Besides, do you really want this all over the news? I mean, take a look. You’re getting a lot of attention—the wrong kind, I might add.”

  Before Molly got the chance to continue her ‘talking him down’ routine, an officer approached her. “Excuse me, miss, can you please step aside.”

  Molly obliged and retreated back to where the other bystanders stood, gasping, their cameras flashing.

  Connor knew some of the footage would end up on YouTube, or flying around other social networks. It was a casualty of the times.

  Connor wasn’t impressed with the influx of attention. In fact, he intended on finding the girl who had stepped in, stealing his thunder and turning his world upside down.

  How he was going to explain this to his parents was beyond anything he’d planned for. No doubt things were going to be a lot uglier, especially since he was the reason for Ellison Enterprises losing their multimillion merger deal with Lanscorp.

  “Why can’t life be fucking simple?” he muttered to himself as officers helped him across the parapet. The flashes of cameras, lights from oncoming traffic and the look of sympathy from everyone who met his gaze made his head ache.

  A gun to the head would have been a better option, he decided as he was led to the back of a waiting ambulance and rushed off to the hospital.

  All in a day’s work.

  Chapter Two

  Molly was determined to find out if the mysterious stranger was okay. She wouldn’t have been able to sleep a wink knowing that he was so close to ending it all. This was typical of Molly. She could never walk away from someone else’s plight. That was something she’d learned from spending time with Aggie. In a sense, she was carrying on Aggie’s missionary work, and although she enjoyed it, she found it draining.

  Molly jumped into her small car and followed the ambulance, trying her best to look inconspicuous and not at all like a loon, or a journalist desperate for a story.

  The Golden Gate Bridge was notorious for jumpers and for some reason each one always made headline news, and this pissed her off more than anything. Even with the call box that led straight to the suicide hotline, there was always a jumper or two who was determined to end their lives. All the attention gave suicide this glamorized image, and there was nothing glamorous about taking one’s own life.

  She parked a block away from St. Francis Memorial and walked the remainder of the way. Blending in well with the other vagabonds in he
r beat-up jeans, checked shirt and messy hair made her feel invisible, and she preferred it this way. She didn’t have to impress anyone and remained completely at ease with her anonymity.

  Molly slipped into the ER unnoticed. It was easy. She knew the place well and had spent a bit of time here in her younger days, but preferred to not revisit those times. They were now bad memories, locked away, never to be spoken of.

  Molly followed two police officers she recognized from the bridge and continued to blend in with the local surroundings as she eavesdropped outside a side ward.

  The two officers walked back out after taking a statement and were followed by a doctor and nurse, both lost in hushed conversation. Peering in through the crack of the door, she saw the man sitting up on the bed, staring down at his hands, as though life had just beaten the crap out of him.

  Molly swallowed hard as she pushed the door open and walked in.

  “Hey,” she said, twisting her hands in awkward movement.

  He glanced up and didn’t seem at all pleased that she was there.

  “You!” he muttered. “Thanks for destroying everything.”

  “Oh gee, you’re welcome—not,” Molly replied with a tone of sarcasm. Walking over to the bed, she looked at the well-dressed man, taking in his demeanor and the fact that he looked as if he were going to burst into tears at any given moment. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I had to call them. I mean, if you had died on my watch, I’d have never forgiven myself.”

  “You don’t even know me.”

  “Nope, I don’t, but that doesn’t mean I don’t value life,” she replied as she reached out her hand to him. “I’m Molly Rice, nice to meet you.”

  Connor stared at her, raising his eyebrows. He took her hand and replied, “I’m Connor.”

  “See, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”