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

by Molly Likovich

Thank god I wasn’t alive in the 17th century. Hell, even if I was alive in the 80s the Satanic Panic would’ve for sure landed my ass in jail.

Stop moving, little mortal. I do not wish to punish you. Just obey me.

He may not be endowed with a head but he clearly makes up for it in…other departments. Out of all the things I would’ve guessed this malevolent presence (that evidently has been plaguing our town for centuries) would want to do with me, getting it on would’ve been very low on the list.

An eight-foot-tall man clad all in black, muscles so big that his clothes stretch taut across his body, and nothing but that goddamn pumpkin on his shoulders.

“What do I call you?” I whisper, growing breathless, my eyes still closed. “Master.” I open my eyes. “Absolutely not.”

I’m aroused by a monster from legend. Figures. “Yes,” Arletta,” he growls. “I have every intention of fucking you relentlessly tonight.”

Let it hereby be known that I, Arletta Harrington, may not have believed in Death, or soul mates, or destiny, but I have always believed in love. True, pure, passionate love.