Broken and Beautiful

By Lacey Layton

Elsa is used to life turning upside down. Both of her parents were taken from her, and her Uncle is nose-deep in experiments to honor his late wife. Nothing much surprises Elsa. Until she meets the gentle giant named Glenn. Their attraction is immediate, the desire they feel for one another is overwhelming. Yet fate plays a cruel hand when an accident put Glenn into a coma that no one thinks he will wake from. But Elsa's Uncle has a way. A treatment that has never been tried on a human before. The risks are great, but to get him back Elsa is willing to do anything.
And when he returns to the land of the living, he's different. Taller. Bigger. In all the right ways. Elsa thinks their life can continue. But dark secrets and twisted men threaten everything the two young lovers have fought for.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lacey Layton
• Release date: Jun 7, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310777462

Lacey Layton

I am someone who has always been interested in power play. Freely giving up their will, succumbing to temptation, the craving of dominating someone mind and will. Gives me goose bumps just typing it. I write stories where people are finally able to submit to their desires. True some of them do not know it is their desire to submit to someone more powerful off the get go; but by the end of the tale they are a happy, compliant sub. For me personally, I have always had a thing for hypnosis. From the time I was a teen wondering why I would get these intense feelings when I saw women and men being enslaved and hypnotized, to the first time I read an erotic mind control story and nearly gushed over the chair I was on. Something about it clicks. Something giving you permission to be as filthy, erotic and sexual as you want. Those deep desires you could never admit in real life. I use it as a tool in a lot of my stories. That is not to say I do not have a romantic side. Even then I like my stories to have a certain amount of power play, a certain taboo to the nature of the relationship. What is hotter than a burning desire for someone that you just are not supposed to have? So step up and find the desire you wish to explore. Hopefully it is something that captivates, arouses and makes you crave more. You know you want to....

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Broken and Beautiful

Smashwords Edition

By Lacey Layton

Copyright 2014 Lacey Layton

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places or events are entirely coincidental. All characters in this book are consenting adults aged 18 or over.

First edition. May 22nd, 2014..

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Epilogue

Broken and Beautiful

Chapter One

The fog had settled into the little town before dawn and gave no indication it would leave anytime soon. It clung like grey colored cotton candy and stopped the sun from shining down on everyone.

To Elsa, it looked like another Tuesday. She flipped her black hair and finished putting it into a ponytail. She looked back into the empty room.

I’ll see you later Uncle! she called into the house. She heard a distant murmur and took

that as a response. She shut the door and started off down the street.

The fog had become so thick that all traffic slowed. She saw headlights tear through the fog a couple of feet at a time. She had made this walk so many times that she knew where the sidewalks ended.

She checked her watch. On time. She looked up and saw the tall iron bars leading to the graveyard. She entered, feeling the path turn into dirt under her feet.

The fog rolled down the hills, spilling over the graves. She heard a distant bird call as she made her way through the fog. Nothing but her breath and the sound of her shoes scraping the ground could be heard all around her from that moment on in the cemetery.

Using her memory she found which trails to take off of the main path. Soon, at the bottom of a hill she found two headstones. She placed her hands on the cool cement with a smile.

Morning Mom. Morning Dad. She said. Just checking in before I go to work. Another day watching everyone else go to University and further their education. And I get to ring their textbooks through.

She placed her lips on one gravestone, then the other. I’ll see you two after work. Love you!

Giving a wave behind her, she trotted back up the path back to the land of the living.

***

Inside the store the humidity had drained Elsa’s energy. She stood at her counter, head braced on her arm on the counter.

Busy day isn’t it? a familiar voice said behind her. She turned to see the strawberry-blonde woman smiling as she struggled to get her name badge on her shirt.

Elsa stood back up and helped her affix it to her shirt. There was a course correction so I had a bunch of Calculus 1020 students in here exchanging textbooks.

So I didn’t miss any cute guys.

No but I did give your name out to a couple of those students. I think you’ll like them. Pretty sure they showered this week.

The woman laughed. Nice try Elsa. Last guy you tried to hook me up with kept singing Mary had a little lamb at me all creepy like.

I don’t even know about that guy. You think a literature major would be able to come up with a better Mary joke. I swear sometimes this town is just full of creeps and people so set in their ways they would lead a mob with torches if they could.

Mary adjusted her name badge. Well what about that guy over there?

Where?

Art supplies. The tall one.

Elsa followed her friends pointing. She saw a tall man with blonde hair searching for something. Elsa held in her breath. Something about his eyes, light blue, drew her in. He looked up and saw her. He too looked at Elsa for more than a polite moment. And then he dug his head down and continued to search.

I don't think he would wield a torch. In fact I think he checked you out.

He saw me staring. Elsa confessed.

You were? Well then, go help him. Mary said giving her friend a shove. Besides art students give me the creeps. And I’ve dated enough.

You’re being cynical.

And you’re being too optimistic. Swear I should just start dating women.

Elsa smile and hopped the counter. Take good care of my register while I’m away.

Aye aye. Mary said with a mock salute.

Elsa tried to make it look like she had something else to do. She grabbed a clipboard and walked to the art supply side.

He definitely had good eyes. She looked over his strong jawline and then down to his well-built body. No way he just studied art.

Something I can help you find? his voice, deep and friendly, surprised her. She held the clipboard up to her face.

Uh no why? I mean that’s what I should ask you. She said.

Actually I am looking for the pastels.

Behind you.

He turned. Aha! he said, bending over to collect them. Elsa leaned in and looked at his ass. Even in those jeans she could tell he had a nice one. She turned to Mary and gave a thumbs-up.

I take it you approve of me finding the pastels?

She turned, her cheeks turning red. He had a mischievous smile on his face.

Uhhh yes?

His expression turned into one of mock hurt. You mean you didn’t objectify me? I came in here for that express purpose.

Elsa laughed. Well I don’t know. Turn around again.

He held up his arms and turned around to her amusement. She looked at his back and ass again. Then laughed when he wiggled his butt. He turned back around with a smile.

So do I pass?

She nodded and gave him a thumbs-up.

Well good, he looked at her name badge Elsa. I would hope all this hard work paid off.

I mean it does but it leaves far too much to the imagination. Elsa had no idea why she went so far with a customer, a stranger. But talking to him made her feel light headed, giddy. She approached him and tugged his long sleeved shirt. I mean why hide all that under this?

Now he paused, his cheeks turning a deeper shade. Well I mean I wear this for when I’m out with people. When I’m creating art for instance I’m completely different.

Oh yeah? What do you wear then?

Nothing. He said adjusting