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

by Molly Likovich

Here in Sleepy Hollow, most folks believe Death to be a walking, talking person who comes into our town every Autumn to terrorize those left lurking the streets late at night.

Or, well, not ‘Death’ that’s not what we call him—not what they call him (remember? I don’t believe in all that nonsense). The Headless Horseman. That’s his name.

And according to the legend, tonight is his night. Halloween, baby.

My soulless body craves her body, so full of life and passion. She is more soulful than any other creature in this pitiful excuse for a town.

He. Is. Headless. Well… There is something sitting on his shoulders but it’s not a head. It’s a glowing Jack-O-Lantern. The face carved into it is a wicked one and the candle burns ferociously bright. But the mouth doesn’t move as the voice speaks. The bridge voice that obviously must somehow be his.

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

I’ve been abducted. By an urban legend.

“I’d like to go home now,” I whisper. He slides his hands down my arms to grasp my hands in his large, gloved ones. “You are home. Now come.”

“What?” I say in disbelief. “What are you talking about? What do you want?” “I thought that was rather obvious. I want you. And I intend to have you.”

“I assume if you want me to stay with you forever you are aware that as a mortal, I need to eat and drink.” “Yes, Arletta, I am aware. I can procure you sustenance.”

Lol

“Your soul is vibrant, startlingly so. I want you with or without your magic. I want you because I can see all of you and I can feel that you are meant to be my companion. My mate. I’ve isolated myself for a long time. That ends tonight.”

“Try that again, my sweet thing.” “Please make me come, Master.” “Good girl.”

Omgggg

My name sounds like a song on his tongue.