Unbreak Me - By Lexi Ryan


As always, I owe the bulk of my gratitude to my husband and children. Brian, thank you for playing single dad while I wrapped up this book, but, more than that, thank you for believing in my dreams. With you holding my hand, it doesn’t feel like a leap of faith but just another step. To my children, thank you for enjoying PB&J and frozen pizzas and understanding when Mommy needs to work. I love you all more than you’ll ever know.

To the fabulous Nina, aka Violet Duke, thank you for believing in this book before I’d even committed to writing it. You saw it for what it could be and helped kick my butt until it became what it is today. You have mad skills, lady.

To everyone else who provided me feedback on and cheers for Maggie’s story along the way—especially Marilyn Brant, Adrienne Hogan, Michael Miller, Megan Mulry, and Annie Swanberg—you’re all awesome.

Many people helped with the research for this book. A huge thanks to Jim Archer for answering my many questions about the criminal justice system. Thanks to my artist brother Aaron for answering my questions about the art world and to my nurse sister Kim for explaining some ER protocol. Their answers were instrumental to my story. Any errors are my own.

Thank you to the team that helped me package this book and promote it. Sarah Hansen at Okay Creations designed my cover, and it truly takes my breath away. Arran at Editing720, thank you for the fast and thorough edits. Thanks to Giselle at Xpresso Book Tours for organizing the fantastic cover reveal and release day blitz, and to Julie at AToMR for organizing my reviews. You all earn every cent and more.

To all my writer friends on Twitter, Facebook, and my various writer loops, thank you for your support and inspiration. Lauren Blakely, thank you for featuring Unbreak Me in the back of Trophy Husband. Thanks to Violet Duke and Lisa Renee Jones for agreeing to share excerpts of their upcoming releases with my readers.

And last but certainly not least, thank you to my fans. I appreciate each and every one of you. I couldn’t do this without you and wouldn’t want to. Thank you for buying my books and telling your friends about them. Thank you for asking me to write more. You’re the best!

Other Titles by Lexi Ryan

Hot Contemporary Romance

Text Appeal

Accidental Sex Goddess

Stiletto Girls Novels

Stilettos, Inc.

Flirting with Fate

Decadence Creek Stories and Novellas

Just One Night

Just the Way You Are

About This Book

Unbreak Me is New Adult contemporary romance. Due to sexual content and heavy subject matter, it is intended for mature readers.

“If you’re broken, I’ll fix you…”

I’m only twenty-one and already damaged goods. A slut. A failure. A disappointment to my picture-perfect family as long as I can remember. I called off my wedding to William Bailey, the only man who thought I was worth fixing. A year later and he’s marrying my sister.

Unless I ask him not to…

“If you shatter, I’ll find you…”

But now there’s Asher Logan, a broken man who sees the fractures in my façade and doesn’t want to fix me at all. Asher wants me to stop hiding, to stop pretending. Asher wants to break down my walls. But that means letting him see my ugly secrets and forgiving him for his.

With my past weighing down on me, do I want the man who holds me together or the man who gives me permission to break?

Chapter One


“You’re not going to flake out, are you?”

I blink before realizing what my sister means. It’s time. Time for me to face this. Time for me to pretend everything is just fine.

Time for me to walk down the aisle.

The words swim in my head. Walk. Down. Aisle. As if it’s no big deal. As if I’m okay with this.

Lizzy gives me a shove toward the doors.

I can hear it now. The organ. Processional music. The hum of the crowd’s whispers.

“Put a smile on your face and march,” Krystal hisses.

I show her my middle finger before pushing through the doors.

“It’s going to be okay,” I hear Lizzy say. “She’s going to do it.”

My sisters’ murmurs fade as I focus on my task.

My stomach pitches and my hands shake behind my bouquet, but I plaster on a smile and time my steps to the organ’s heavy chords.

That’s when I see him.

William Bailey stands at the front of the church, hands clasped in front of him. His eyes are hot and desperate and all over me. Can the