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

by Molly Likovich

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.

“What do I call you?” I whisper, growing breathless, my eyes still closed. “Master.” I open my eyes. “Absolutely not.”

I’m aroused by a monster from legend. Figures.