Novels by Moondraft

Julian Richard texted the next day again.Richard: Still owe you that dinner if you are interested, no industry talks I promise. Just good food and an even better chat.Julian read it three times before he set the phone face down on his desk, like putting a distance between himself and the screen might help him think more clearly. It didn't. He picked it up almost instantly.He was supposed to be revising the surrender scene. Ethan’s note sat at the top of the page in tight red script: “push the physical buttons further, I want the reader to feel his body reacting against his will”. And Julian had been staring at that sentence for the better part of an hour without putting down a single new word. Every time he tried to describe a man losing his hold on himself, his brain kept circling back to a hotel room in Connecticut, to gray eyes going dark and then fleeing, to a text about a conference call sent at 6:20 in the morning like a coward slipping out a back door.He was so damned ti

Ethan Ethan sat across from Victoria Lang at Le Bernardin, the soft lighting casting a warm, intimate glow over the crisp white tablecloth and the elegant stemware between them. Victoria looked stunning in the deep red dress she had promised, the fabric hugging her figure with effortless elegance. Her laughter was light and practiced as she recounted a recent charity gala story, the kind of tale that had the surrounding tables smiling in their direction. The cameras outside had already done their job, flashes capturing the perfect image of the powerful CEO on a refined evening with a beautiful socialite. It was exactly the narrative he needed after the Velvet leak.“You’re quieter than usual tonight, darling,” Victoria said, reaching across the table to touch his hand with the effortless affection of someone who understood their arrangement perfectly. Her fingers were warm, her smile genuine in the way only a true friend could manage. “Let me guess a certain new writer is still occ

Julian Julian woke to the soft morning light filtering through the hotel curtains, the distant sound of waves on Long Island Sound providing a peaceful backdrop. For a brief, disoriented moment he smiled at the luxury of the room. The king sized bed, the elegant furnishings and the magnificent view. He closed his eyes for a moment taking it all in. Then reality struck.He reached for his watch and checked the time. 7:45am. The car was supposed to leave at 8. He quickly freshened up, dressed, packed his small bag and headed down the lobby. Knowing Ethan, he should be waiting already.He got to the lobby and was surprised to not find Ethan anywhere, which was weird. He thought of going back up to his room to check on him but decided to call instead.He reached for his phone and there was a message, one from Ethan.He opened it.Ethan: Early conference call with Tokyo. Taking the first car back. See you at the office. It was sent at 6:20am.He read it again, dropped his phone back in

EthanEthan woke before dawn, the faint light of sunrise creeping through the hotel curtains like an unwelcome reminder that the night was over. His head throbbed lightly from the drinks, but it was nothing compared to the heavier weight pressing on his chest. The memory of last night had refused to fade. He almost kissed a man. Again.He sat on the edge of the bed for a long moment staring at the floor. He has nearly kissed a man— shattering every boundary he had spent years enforcing. The wine had threatened to loosen his control, but the cold light of the morning brought it back with brutal clarity.This ends now.He showered in ice-cold water, dressed in a fresh charcoal suit with mechanical precision, and packed his overnight bag. By 6:15 a.m., he was ready. He stood in the hallway for a moment, staring at Julian’s door. The responsible thing would be to wait, to ride back together, to maintain the illusion of professional normalcy.Instead, he sent a short text.Ethan: Early c

Julian Julian closed the door to his hotel room and leaned against it for a long moment, letting out a slow breath. The day had been something to say the least, productive, quite exhausting but also enjoyable. This was his first business trip and he felt really important. He kicked off his shoes, loosened his shirt and walked over to the large window overlooking Long Island Sound. The moonlight dances on the dark water, calm.. he felt calm, a smile playing along his lips.He replayed the day like a film reel he couldn’t pause.First the awkward car ride with Ethan, him all quiet and stealing glances at Julian. Julian had caught him more than once, then the meeting itself. Julian had desperately wanted to impress the distributors and his Boss. He had managed to contribute without tripping over his words which felt like a personal victory. And dinner…Dinner with Mr Richard Harrington and of course Ethan and the other guy whose name he had forgotten.Julian groaned and covered his fa

EthanThe town car glided smoothly out of Manhattan, the skyline shrinking in the rearview mirror as they headed toward Connecticut. Ethan kept his tablet open on his lap, pretending to review quarterly distributor reports, but his focus was broken. Julian sat beside him in the back seat, laptop balanced on his knees, brow slightly furrowed in concentration. The younger man’s presence filled the confined space in a way that was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. Ethan hadn’t insisted on the short business trip without reason. The private meeting with Harrington Distributors was too important to miss if they wanted favorable placement on the fall list.Bringing Julian along made sense, sought of. His insights into the manuscript’s emotional core could strengthen their pitch. That was the official reasoning. The truth was more complicated. Ethan wanted to observe Julian in a different environment, away from the familiar walls of the Cross Media tower. He needed to test whet