Moth Excerpt 3

Moth (Dragon Triad Duet Book 1)

Blurb:

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.

Excerpt 3

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“Rafe?” Swallowing hard, I balance the eggs on one hand and nudge the edge of the mattress with my leg. “Are you awake—”

Without warning, his hand flies out and seizes my thigh, yanking me closer. The plate of eggs crashes to the floor, and I scramble to brace myself against the firmest surface within reach—his chest.

“Morning, bunny.” His voice is still hoarse, but his sly grin conveys anything but weakness. I lurch off him, staggering back.

Unconcerned, he turns his attention to the cup on the nightstand. “You cooked for me?” With a thoughtful expression, he eyes the food scattered over the floor. Then he pulls himself upright and shifts to throw his legs over the side of the bed, groaning all the while. At least he can move. His injured leg is bare from his thigh down, exposing taut muscle that doesn’t seem too damaged by the assault.

Wrenching my gaze away, I stoop for the eggs, scraping them into a pile. “Well, there isn’t any more, so—”

“Not so fast.” My arm is seized from behind, yanking me against a body that feels only slightly softer than a brick wall. “You may have helped me out of the goodness of your bleeding heart, rabbit,” he murmurs into my ear, sounding partly amused, partly suspicious. “Or… your little boyfriend could be waiting out there to arrest me or some shit?” He inclines his head toward the living room. “What did you tell him, huh?”

The accusation takes a split second to land. When it does, I’m already whirling on my heel to face him. “Tell him?” My shrill tone makes him wince. “If I did that, I wouldn’t have let you sleep here all night! I wouldn’t have scrubbed your blood from my floor… I-I wouldn’t have made you eggs because I don’t know what else to do!”

“Alright,” he concedes with his hands upturned apologetically. I can’t tell if I imagine the genuine guilt in his voice or not. At least he isn’t laughing. “Alright. I’m an asshole. I get it.”

“You are,” I hiss, feeling my eyes burn ominously. Nothing I do keeps the tears at bay. They fall regardless. “You’re lucky you didn’t bleed to death. What the hell was that?”

“That?” He glances away, raking his hand through his hair. “Just boys being boys, bunny.”

“Stop calling me that!” My foot flies out, kicking the remnants of my plate across the room. I don’t know why I’m so angry. Why my breathing hitches as I take in the scarlet smears staining my sheets. Why the sight of his mocking, taunting smirk enrages me now more than ever. “You could have died.”

His expression falls flat, and he groans, using my bed as leverage to haul himself to his feet. “Come here—”

“Get off me!”

His arms go around my waist regardless, drawing me in. The firmness of his chest conforms to my body, and there is no escaping it. God, he’s too firm, encompassing me easily with his bulk.

“You saved my ass, bunny,” he murmurs. I’m alarmed to realize that his fingers are in my hair, stroking through the tangled strands. “I mean it.”

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.

Falling for a man like Rafe was just the beginning.

As danger looms overhead and her secrets are revealed, Hannah will have to trust him now more than ever.

But Rafe has his own past and, once uncovered, the truth may send her running for good…

Or the consequences will plunge her into a series of choices from which there is no turning back from.

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