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Beauty and the Horseman's Head 

(Book 2 in The Unnatural States of America Series)

 

It’s 1792 and Hope is on the run. She finds shelter in a glen called Sleepy Hollow. Luck is with her as the town is unexpectedly looking for a new teacher and Hope is hired for the job. Unfortunately, not everything is looking up for her. Not only is the mayor out to get her fired and the local witch determined to slice her up and brew her organs into potions, but hidden under the floorboards of her quaint little cabin, she finds a man. His name is Conall.

Conall is demanding, he’s ornery, and though he has undeniably handsome features, he is missing something of vital importance…

His body.


Beauty and the Horseman’s Head is a spooky, somewhat dark, twisted paranormal romance that combines the stories of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow and Beauty and the Beast in a way that will have you falling in love and gasping in fright.

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Excerpt:


Hope felt a bit sick as Lavinia’s words played in her mind. But still, there was hope.
“Don’t even think about it,” Conall finally said, his voice low.
“What are you talking about?” Hope asked.
“I can tell what’s going on in that mind of yours. Lavinia’s right. There’s no way I am changing—especially not after eight hundred years. And you gambling your life on me—”
“But you’ve already begun to change,” Hope interrupted. “I am sure with my gentle prodding, you could become a proper Christian in no time.” 
“You, my dear, are delusional."
 “I think we should start tomorrow.”

“You are not going to listen to a word I say, are you?” Conall asked.
“I hear you,” Hope said. “But I have my own mind, thank you very much.”
“Unfortunately,” he said.
Hope sighed. “It seems she has gone. It’s getting late. We have a big day tomorrow.  We’ll both need a proper night’s sleep. It’s a good thing I won’t be going to church services. I refuse to go to a church where the minister is wicked and his wife is one of Satan’s harlots. So, tomorrow is the perfect day to start your lessons.”
“You shouldn’t be leaving the house any—Wait a minute, what kind of lessons are you talking about?”
“Well, we will have Bible study, and then I have some lessons I used in school that teach about honesty, charity, faith, and other topics like that. I am sure I can adapt them to you.”
“Is there any convincing you to turn me over to Lavinia?”
Hope was surprised at his expression. Conall looked like he’d sucked on a lemon. “You would rather go back to that witch than endure a few Sunday school lessons?”
“I don’t think you want me to answer that question honestly.”
“Honesty will be a key component in your rehabilitation.”
“Can I offer another suggestion?”
“Absolutely.”
“Just shoot me now. At least then my misery will be over quickly.”
“Now’s not the time to joke.”
“I am serious.”
“Oh, now be quiet while I change. I am truly feeling dead on my feet.” Hope lay him on the bed and covered his face so she could get ready for bed.
“I have a feeling,” Conall said from under the blankets, “that no amount of sleep will prepare me for tomorrow.”
Once Hope was dressed in her sleeping gown, she retrieved Conall, blew out the candles, and lay down with him.
“Um,” Conall said. “How is letting me sleep with you teaching me to be a good Christian?”
“We are not sleeping together. Well, technically we are. But we are not. This is completely platonic.”
“With my cheek pressed into your breast? I am sorry, but my thoughts are not platonic in this situation.”
“You are just trying to bait me. You are not thinking anything of the sort.”
“Believe me, I am, and without my body, it’s beyond frustrating.”
“Fine,” she huffed. “You can sleep in your box.”
“I don’t want to sleep in a box. If you would just turn me so my face isn't pressed into your bosoms, I would be able to control my thoughts more easily.”
Hope sighed. “Fine.” She turned him away so that the back of his head was pressed against her. “Is that better?”
“That is a hard question to answer. My thoughts are more chaste in this position, but I would not say it’s better.”
“Oh, just hush yourself, or I will put you in the box.”
He did not say a word after that. It seemed he really did not want to sleep in the crate. Well, truth be told, Hope did not want him to either. She’d become rather fond of snuggling up with him. She settled in place, and sleep soon overtook her.



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