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

by Molly Likovich

Let it hereby be known that I, Arletta Harrington, do not believe in Death.

Their hearts can’t handle the darkness that even the brightest magic can cause.

I would tell her how it went against all of our other beliefs to think that the deity of Death was some New Yorker (sans head) on a horse.

Idiot horror movie maiden— party of one.

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. She runs from me, but now that I’ve got her scent, she will never be able to hide.

“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.”

He was right, there is a certain sense of freedom in obeying him; in letting go of my inhibitions and giving myself over to him completely. I feel more relaxed than I have in years.

Who knew a world made of death could hold so much beauty?

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. No matter how strange and unusual that love may be.

I lean back to look into his eyes again. He smiles and I don’t think any painter in this world has ever captured anything more magnificent.

I kiss him for the first time and I can finally feel his soul the way he can feel mine. He is mine as much as I am his.

“Do your worst, my sweet thing.”