How about the Headless Horseman for a hero?PASSION OF SLEEPY HOLLOW
by Lexi Post
Recluse Braeden Van Brunt is not happy to be the Headless
Horseman…until he meets Katrina Van Tassel, owner of the Sleepy Hollow Inn,
whose allure bewitches him from the front desk into the bedroom. When he
discovers Kat and the village of Sleepy Hollow are cursed to exist only in the
present day for one weekend a year, he realizes the sacrifice he must make if
he wants to keep her.
Katrina Van Tassel lives between slivers of time. She
thought she was through grieving her betrothed’s death, but her dreams flare to
life when his mirror-image arrives requesting a room. Drawn to Braeden,
she is taken to greater heights of intimacy than she ever imagined, but she
can’t be sure if her heart is with him or with the love from her past.
Knowing he must conquer both time and ghosts to keep the
only woman he’s ever loved, Braeden must put the past to rest. But the dead
won’t rest in Sleepy Hollow.
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Excerpt:
Kat closed the door to her room and leaned against it. Her
heart raced so fast it could beat a squirrel up a tree. Licking her lips, she
closed her eyes. Braeden’s kiss brought back all those wonderful feelings she
used to have with Brom. The ones where her toes curled inside her buckle shoes
and her body quivered.
She crossed her arms over her stomach. She hadn’t had those
with anyone else since. Not even slightly. What was she going to do? She’d been
desperate to get away, and now he would be staying the night. She opened her
eyes. Staying in her room. Oh Lord.
Moving to her chest at the end of the bed, she pulled out a
pillow and threw it on the floor. She’d already changed the sheets because he
was supposed to leave. It had been so hard not to bury her face in his unique
scent. It reminded her of the forest after a rainstorm, musky, comforting,
making her want to snuggle in for a winter hibernation.
Ugh, what was she thinking? He was Stephen’s brother, a
Newtimer, and he would leave tomorrow.
Oh no. The village would be long gone by then. What would
happen to Braeden then? She glanced toward the door, listening to the
floorboards creak under his weight. Quickly, she pulled her quilt from the
chest and grabbed the pillow.
Too late.
The door opened and he ducked inside, obliterating the
opening from her sight. He stood stock-still, studying her once again. The
lantern light softened his features, proving how different he really appeared
from Brom.
Straightening her shoulders, she stepped toward him. “Your
room is all set. I’ll just make my bed in the parlor.”
He didn’t move, and she couldn’t go through the door unless
he did.
“Braeden? You need to step aside for me to leave.”
“And what if I don’t want you to leave?”
Her breath caught in her throat as tingling sped from her
head to her toes. She swallowed hard. “What do you mean?” She turned away to
give herself a moment without looking at his handsome visage. “Did I forget
something?”
The floor creaked behind her and she stepped forward to
inspect the water pitcher. If he touched her again, she’d be lost.
