Unbroken

What is better—imperfect passion or perfect control?

Vashti was a world famous model before the car accident that left her scarred and broken. She looks on her job with sculptor Zoltan as a way to get back to her career.
But Zoltan wants her for the imperfections she wants to eliminate. Zoltan has international fame, but he’s changing his style, from abstract to figurative, and what better place to start than with the beautiful Vashti?
Vashti finds hours of modelling in the nude, watched by an increasingly turned-on Zoltan almost unbearable. Until they give way to temptation. In a torrent of inescapable passion, they explore each other in every way, in bed, on the couch, in the shower and any other place the urge takes them.
When the contract is finished, Vashti will have the plastic surgery needed to restore her to perfect beauty. But Zoltan loves her imperfections and plans to celebrate them. Will Vashti go ahead with the surgery she dreads? Can Zoltan accept her whatever she is, whatever she does?

eBook ISBN · 978-0-85715-329-6
Publisher ·Total E-Bound
Genre · Contemporary Erotic Romance
Length · Novella

cover art by Lyn Taylor

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Vashti touched the pile of discarded clay on the table. “Treat me like you treat this.” That smile he loved quirked Zoltan's mouth.
“With one or two differences. But yes, you have skin I can mould to my bidding. I create, bring to life shapes and thoughts that never found expression before. I’ll make your likeness in clay, then in bronze. You’ll be hard and metallic, not like this.” He ran his hand up from her waist, cupped her breast and squeezed. Everywhere he touched, he left streaks of red, as if drawing on her skin. But he wasn’t. He was creating her, renewing her.
He rubbed her breast, left streaks of terracotta over her nipple. “You have to knead it first to get it elastic and ready to work. It reaches the ideal point and you just know it.”
He bent, heedless of the smears and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth, releasing it with an audible pop before moving to the other. One long lick, and a caress, followed by a nip that made her shiver and want him even more and he was gone, leaving her nipples taut and glistening. He massaged her breasts and she leant back against the table that held the tray, heedless of the hot coffee there.
But he wasn’t. One hand curved around her waist and he swung her around to lean against the table holding the clay, then he picked up the coffee and moved it further away. He’d locked the wheels on the worktable, so it didn’t move when she pressed her bottom against it. The cold, wet clay compressed against her flesh and the sensation, so different to his firm, warm hands, made her appreciate the texture.
He reached behind her and when she felt his hands on her bottom, she became his creation. Cool clamminess spread over her backside and her waist, as if she were made of clay, and he was creating her, smoothing the soft, malleable medium over her body.
“Remake me, Zoltan.”
He gazed at her through eyes heavy with arousal. “You don’t need remaking. You’re exquisite.”
“Used to be.”
Not like the clay that smoothed over her body, made her feel fresh and new, as if he could rebuild her as perfect as she used to be.
“Shut the fuck up. Your scars make you real.” He continued to run his hands over her body, stopping to caress and warm her suddenly chilled skin.
The memory of the cold, clinical surgeries, the masks and racks of glittering silver instruments gave her the reminder of what was to come, but she shoved it aside.
Not here, not now. Vashti concentrated on his hands moving over her, inciting her, encouraging her to give herself up to him, so he could make her into what she should be, what she needed to be to give her career a jump start.
He lifted one hand off her to pull his T-shirt over his head. The few seconds it took left her bereft. She went back into his arms as if she belonged there.
He shoved up her chin with a demanding hand and ravaged her mouth, plunging his tongue into her to caress and mould her inside and out. His arms went around her waist and his hands smoothed over her skin, leaving cold chills in their wake.
She unbuttoned his fly and slid the zipper down, reaching inside to grasp his cock. Hard, hot and long, and so alive. “Fuck me, Zoltan. Make me forget.”
“I’ll make you remember.”

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Unbroken by Lynne Connolly is a beautifully touching story about beauty being more than skin deep. I love the emotional pull and how connected I felt to Vashti. She is a tortured beauty with a past that has cut her very deeply. With his mysterious ways and ability to peel back Vashti's layers, Zoltan is more than meets the eye himself.  I know that after reading this emotional and sweet love story, I will be looking for more stories along this same vein from Ms. Connolly.  
Tina for Twolips Reviews