Riding The Headless Horseman (Sexy Sleepy Hollow, #1)

by Molly Likovich

My scream is nowhere near as loud as I’d like. I don’t sound at all like a slasher movie final girl but more the doomed gothic lady I’m dressed as.

“I’m not your Arletta.” “Not yet. But you will be. You will see. Fear can turn to love.”

I remain seated, tits out, before The Headless Horseman. Weirdest Halloween yet, that’s for sure.