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

by Molly Likovich

I look up over the bridge and see a looming shadow at the other end. I take a step back, suddenly feeling like the biggest idiot in the world for coming out here alone. Idiot horror movie maiden— party of one.

The shadow moves. Hell no. I turn and run.

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 may not be endowed with a head but he clearly makes up for it in…other departments.

“Behave, little mortal. I told you I do not want to punish you, but I will.”

His hands look like they’re made up of shadows. His skin seems almost translucent, like it’s night sky and stars as opposed to flesh and blood.

loneliness was safer than risking heartbreak over a violent man.

tits out, before The Headless Horseman.

Fear can turn to love.