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We are so excited to have blogging as our guest today talented author, Deanna Wadsworth. We are turning the blog over to her for a few hours today, so please welcome her and come by to say hello. She brought a present!
Thanks so much for hosting me today Gay List! I am looking forward to having my book EASY RYDER “Gay-Listed!”
But today, as the shadows grow longer and the leaves more golden while autumn begins to put the world to sleep, my mind drifts to all the wonderful fall treats which await us during this season. Trips to the apple orchard, football parties with big pots of chili, fun-sized candy, and spooky stories told around a campfire as we cuddle up in big sweaters to enjoy the last of the outdoors before winter closes in.
One of my favorite of these stories is THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW. Are you going to be watching the new version, Sleepy Hollow, tonight on Fox? I sure am, and I’m having a fun time with it. So many versions of Ichabod Crane have been done in the past, and most are gangly and nerdy (as the original character in Mr. Hawthorne’s book was) but I must say, Tom Mison is HAWT!
I have my own HAWT version of Ichabod Crane in the erotic retelling of THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW which was released by Decadent Publishing for Halloween of 2010. If you haven’t picked up a copy, just remember: Nothing warms up a cool autumnal night like a good gay romance and a hot cup of cider!
This erotic story will definitely warm you up!
I would love to hear what your favorite autumn pastime is. One lucky commenter will win a copy of THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW. Just leave your name and email in the comment boxes below!
Ichabod Crane, town schoolmaster and self-proclaimed supernatural expert, wants to better his situation by marrying the wealthy Katrina Van Tassel. But, there is a rival for her attentions.
Local hero, Brom Bones.
Brom lives to torment and tease Ichabod, leaving the schoolmaster wondering if he is more interested in besting his rival than winning Katrina’s hand. Especially when each time Ichabod goes into the backroom of his favorite tavern – a place men can be men –his imagination conjures Brom’s face on every lover.
Late one night, Ichabod is chased by the legendary Headless Horseman. Terrified the ghost wants his head, he tries to outrun the specter. To his horror, he is taken captive by the evil spirit.
Ichabod awakens, naked and tied to a bed, only to discover the Headless Horseman is none other than his rival Brom Bones! Brom confesses that Ichabod has been haunting his own fantasies and he vows to make Ichabod Crane his in every way.
Ichabod wants to believe the pleasure Brom offers comes from his heart, but he is afraid it is another one of Brom’s tricks.
Though surely an enemy’s touch has never felt like this…
***WARNING*** You will never think of Ichabod Crane the same again!
Thoughts raged in Ichabod’s mind like a swarm of molested bees, and he tried to gather them up and make sense of them. For everything there was a likely explanation, and he could think of only one reason Brom Bones had taken him captive.
“You believe doing this to me will help you win Katrina Van Tassel?” Ichabod cried, his muscles bulging as he strained to break the ropes once more. “Is it not bad enough you have broken into my schoolhouse with your gang and left the place in complete disrepair? Is it not enough that you mock me for being tall and thin? Now you should tie me naked to this bed in order to humiliate me? Is there no honor in you at all?”
Ichabod had worked himself into a hysterical state of agitation, and Brom Bones did not seem surprised as he calmly took a seat on the chair. “It is for none of these reasons you speak of that I do this.”
His pulse roared in his ears and he wrestled with the restraints, hating that his nudity was laid bare to his enemy and that he was so utterly helplessness. “Release me!”
“No, not until I have my way.”
Fear and something else gripped Ichabod’s middle at the heady, yet unfamiliar tone in Brom’s voice. He could not identify what its meaning was but maddeningly, his body pinpointed what it wanted those words to mean. He struggled some more but it was no use. When he realized he was completely powerless, it happened instantly. Blood flooded his cock and the damnable organ began to thump and grow despite Ichabod’s desperate pleading with it to cease.
His captor’s heavily lidded black gaze noticed the burgeoning erection Ichabod had no means to conceal. Degraded, Ichabod hid his face in his shoulder. A chocking sob escaped him.
Now, at long last, his defeat by Brom Bones was complete! He had tried for so long to thwart Ichabod in his advances for Katrina. But deep down, Ichabod had always sensed there was more motive than just the girl, and here was proof. Brom not only wanted to win, but he would only be satisfied by completely destroying his opponent. And he had stumbled upon the one thing that would ensure total victory over Ichabod and seal his defeat once and for all.
Had someone at the tavern talked? Was that how Brom learned of his secret? He swallowed hard as the worst question of all came to him. Could the other man possibly know that he was the object of Ichabod’s fantasies?
But, alas, none of it mattered. All Ichabod had hoped for was doomed and brought to a crushing end at the large hand of his victorious rival, Brom Bones.
Once he revealed Ichabod’s peculiar tastes, he would be chased out of town. He would lose everything.
“Why do you seek to use this desire I cannot stop against me?” Ichabod whispered, his embarrassment overflowing when he heard the tears in his voice. At odds with his mind, weakness in the face of this man only caused his erection to become the most prominent fixture in the room. “Is it not enough this very night that Katrina has rejected my affections but you also must shame me until I lose every meager thing I own, including my pride? Does winning the hand of the Van Tassel girl mean so much to you?”
“I never really sought Katrina’s hand, nor do I do this to shame you,” Brom answered. “At least not in the way you mean.”
Ichabod looked at him and hysterical laughter bubbled out of him. “You intend for me to believe that all of this torment has nothing to do your desire to possess Katrina’s lands?”
The other man’s black gaze sparked orange like fire from the flickering candlelight. His tone was low, husky even, as he replied. “It is not her lands which I wish to possess.”
The deep timbre with which Brom spoke sent whirls of heat and fire into Ichabod’s belly button and slightly below. His manhood began to weep the juices of desire, adding to his disgrace and fueling his arousal. The panic dissipated from Ichabod’s voice, though it sounded pleading and distant when he asked, “What do you wish to possess?”
“You, Ichabod Crane.”
A pulsing shudder started in Ichabod’s back, traveled through his torso and went straight to his dripping cock in less than a heartbeat. Not daring to hope he heard Brom correctly or understood his meaning, Ichabod whispered, “I do not understand.”
“Long have I wished for you to be exactly in the position you are,” his captor said, moving closer to the bed. His muscular body was clothed in head to toe black, conjuring the image of a panther stalking its prey. “Naked and at my mercy.”
Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.