Moth Extended Excerpt — The Jacket

Moth (Dragon Triad Duet Book 1)

Blurb:

Hannah is trying to break out of her emotionless shell, but meeting dangerous and compelling Rafe was more than she bargained for. As their paths keep crossing, their connection grows deeper… and she can’t help wondering if Rafe will be her savior — or her destruction.

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.

Extended Excerpt — The Jacket

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“Hannah?” The voice accompanies a knock on my door. Alarmed, I turn to it, my heart thumping. Could Branden be on the other side? No…he wouldn’t knock. When I finally creep to the door and open it, I find Liam waiting for me.

“You have my jacket,” he explains, smiling. “And normally, I’d love to let you keep it, but I think I left my wallet in it.”

“Oh!” I laugh, and sure enough, I shrug his jacket from my shoulders and find a leather wallet in the pocket.

“Thanks.” Taking it, he starts to leave. “You should keep the jacket. I have another at home. See ya, Hannah.”

I don’t know why I stop him. “Wait. Let me make you a cup of coffee. As thanks.”

He smiles, and we sit on my couch while sipping from the last dregs of cold brew I have in the fridge. The conversation is nice, and it’s surprisingly relaxing to enjoy the company of someone who isn’t trying to intimidate me. Those reasons alone could justify letting him stay.

Or maybe I’m just a spiteful bitch. My eyes refuse to leave the window long after Liam finishes his coffee, and I place our empty mugs on the counter.

“I should get going,” he suggests.

Smiling, I see him to the door, but I quickly find myself inching toward the window once he’s gone. I use the pretense of arranging my tulips in the windowsill, adjusting their petals—but the angle from their vase gives me the perfect view of the street below.

I catch sight of Liam leaving, his hands in his jean pockets, his smile visible even from here. He walks toward where he must have parked—completely oblivious to the man lurking in the mouth of a nearby alley.

As if sensing my gaze, the shadowed figure cranes his neck, boldly meeting my stare through the panes of glass. He has a cigarette in his mouth, breathing out smoke in tendrils resembling the flames licking down his bare forearm. He’s a veritable dragon, waiting for the right moment to attack.

Slowly, he lowers the butt from his mouth and tosses it aside, crushing it beneath his foot. Then he moves—but in the wrong direction. Toward my building and not away. My heart picks up speed as he disappears from my line of sight, near the entrance.

He won’t, a part of me insists. He won’t…

But he is. It’s like I can track his ascent. Up one floor. Another. Mine.

I don’t even hear his footsteps, but I know the second he arrives at my door. He never knocks. He doesn’t have to—he merely waits.

And I’m drawn forward like a moth despite every nerve warning me to run. Rebelliously, my fingers fan out over the wood as if I might be able to feel him this way. I never have to open the door to benefit from his electricity. His heat. His nearness…

I can deny his presence and still feel alive.

But the simulation of his touch isn’t enough. My fingers creep to the door handle before I can stop them, turning, tugging, and pulling it open.

There’s always the possibility that he isn’t here. Never was. But one inhale, and I know.

The scent of smoke floods my nostrils as my skin ignites with the awareness of him. But I don’t look up at first. Instead, my gaze settles on the floor at his feet. The dark wood shifts beneath the fall of his swaying shadow as if it’s taking all of his effort to remain still.

But not silent. “Look at me, rabbit,” he commands.

I take my time, slowly inching my gaze higher, grazing over the fabric of his jeans and the contours of his chest. His face last…

Our eyes meet with a sensation that makes my breath catch. He should be angry, I think, but his brow furrows more in confusion than anything else. As if he doesn’t even know why he’s here. Just that he is, stepping inside without an invitation, grabbing for me. His fist seizes a handful of my dress, using it as a leash to tug me aside and press me up against the wall. Stunned, I can’t even react before his lips claim mine.

My nails bite into his arms preemptively as he hooks his palm around my waist, but I don’t push him off. I can’t, and he doesn’t move as if daring me to. Our breaths mingle, our lips hoovering apart. Together. Apart. It’s like we don’t know how to maneuver if one isn’t trying to bite the other. Finally, he nips, and I inhale, letting my hands find his shoulders, then his hair.

He copies me, sliding his hands over the straps of my dress. My arms go up as he draws the fabric over my head and pulls it off. As if watching this happen to someone else, I stare as he tosses the dress to the floor and tugs at the clasp of his jeans, kicking them off.

My view is blocked when he steps into me and fists his hand through my hair, making me face him. His eyes glow, blazing with a million different accusations he doesn’t voice out loud. You were with him. Did you fuck him?

But I can’t disguise my own curiosity. I lean in, flicking my tongue along his lip as if it would be that easy to taste someone else he may have kissed. Mara? Bonnie? All I sense in the end is ash and smoke. Him. His skin smells only like coconut, his clothing bone-dry, his boxers straining at the front.

I close my eyes, hating how much the thought of him with someone else bothers me. It’s selfish. It’s pathetic. It’s primal, a raw feeling.

Even if it burns, it’s so much better than nothing.

“Look at me.” He snatches my chin until I do, his nostrils flaring, chest heaving as he turns, dragging me to my couch. He shoves me down and plunges his hand between my legs, extending a finger and slipping it inside.

I whimper, drawing my knees up to his hips as my body expands around the intrusion. He searches me ruthlessly as if by touch alone, he can tell what I can’t just by looking at him. Have I been with someone else?

No. The answer makes him groan, his eyelids lowering, teeth skewering his lip. Satisfied, he withdraws, bringing his mouth to my throat. A fiery burst of pain makes me gasp, and he does it again—snatch a sliver of flesh between his teeth and grind. Bite. There’s no chance he won’t leave a mark—he wants to.

I shiver at the possession, clawing at his shoulders, but for whatever reason, I don’t command him to stop. Not that he would—he’s ruthless, raking with his teeth to create his own twisted version of a tattoo that spans the length of my collar. Anyone who sees will know what caused it.

Panting, he brings his mouth to mine. “Beg me to fuck you.” He presses his lips as if in a demonstration. “Say it. ‘Fuck me, Rafe’…”

I arch into him instead, brushing his lip with my tongue, plunging inside his mouth entirely.

He grunts, shoving me down, and urging my legs apart.

My nails sink into the couch as he guides himself inside me, inch by inch. He goes slow at first, but soon, he’s forging a steady rhythm, and I stop thinking, letting my body move against him however it wants and needs to. Gradually, his tempo builds, driving him deeper, setting me alight.

Every thrust seems to sow a million invisible flames that converge into a blaze—an inferno. I can barely track how it happens—just that the pleasure swells, raging beneath my skin until it boils over and explodes.

Every nerve in my body seems to unravel at once. All I can do is cry out, my spine curving as he stills, grunting against my throat.

It’s fire in its rawest, most destructive form.

And I never realized how good it could feel to burn.

Hannah is trying to break out of her emotionless shell, but meeting dangerous and compelling Rafe was more than she bargained for. As their paths keep crossing, their connection grows deeper… and she can’t help wondering if Rafe will be her savior — or her destruction.

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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