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

by Molly Likovich

Because most people don’t want real magic. They don’t want the grit and grime that comes along with such an arcane practice. Their hearts can’t handle the darkness that even the brightest magic can cause.

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.

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

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.

He is mine as much as I am his.