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.

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.

Idiot horror movie maiden— party of one.

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 don’t want you dead,” he says. “I like you alive.” “Oh good. Me too.”

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