Moth (Dragon Triad Duet Book 1)
Cover Reveal Date:
August 3rd, 2020
August 17th, 2020
This started out as a Dragonfly rewrite and kind of spiraled into its own different thing. It’s a little dark. A lil sexy. A lil bit weird. The usual.
He thought he could make my life hell.
But it already was.
The one time Hannah Dewitt tries to live a little, she winds up in the crosshairs of a local thug who seems hellbent on terrorizing her.
As it turns out, there is more to Rafe than meets the eye, and their connection stokes her creativity like nothing else.
Drawn to him despite the inherent risks, she can’t resist feeding the flames of this unlikely attraction no matter how hot they burn.
But Rafe isn’t the only monster in her life. Another looms in the background, and he won’t let her go so easily.
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“You heard me.” He utilizes that iron tone again and doesn’t move an inch until the two men finally leave the section. Then he sits back and crooks one finger at me.
I don’t move. There’s something about being trapped; a deer in the headlights. When every muscle contracts, paralyzing you. It’s impossible to react logically. Or think. At least until something more alarming snaps you from the daze.
Like him literally snapping his fingers.
I flinch, but my body obeys my commands again. I cross my arms and square my stance, making myself as small a target as possible. I should run—but I can’t. My eyes won’t leave my bag. My journal. My conscience. It’s the one possession I can’t bear to give up.
“G-Give it back.”
“She speaks.” Amusement flickers through his angular features, making me jump. His eyes are more expressive than most people’s. Like a predator’s: it’s almost too easy to tell what he’s thinking—but you’re only ever seeing half of the tale. Hunger, yes, but its presence alone is no predictor as to when he’ll finally pounce.
“Hop this way, bunny.” Again, he crooks his finger, but there’s a swiftness to the motion that wasn’t there before. A command lurking in the deliberate twitch of his knuckle.