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Tuesday, October 15, 2013

A GIVEAWAY & The Legend of Sleepy Hollow with Deanna Wadsworth...

Thank you for hosting me, Jennifer!

I thought today I would share a teaser from my erotic m/m retelling of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow. With Halloween just around the corner, this sexy story is just what you need to keep you company on those spooky October nights!


One lucky commenter will win a copy of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow so please make sure you leave your name and email in the comment boxes!


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...


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.”

Well, there was no misunderstanding that.

“But why have you tormented me?”

Brom let out what sounded like a weary sigh. “Long have I wished for you to notice me, Ichabod Crane, I sat by and watched you avoid me at every turn, only acknowledging me when you saw no other way out. All you succeeded in doing was make me want your attentions all the more. I could devise no other way than jokes and pranks to get someone like you to notice a man such as me.”

Ichabod was reminded of the wayward boys in his class yanking a girl’s pig tails and dipping them in ink wells. There was something about the notion of Brom Bones being as silly as a little boy that made Ichabod want to laugh again. But he sensed the man deeply felt his words and he restrained the impulse. “Am I to understand that you tormented me all this time merely to get my attention?”

“It worked, did it not?” he said, his sheepish smile showing a hint of his straight white teeth.

Ichabod was about to argue, but the sudden change in Brom Bones’ demeanor stopped him. He didn’t think he had ever seen another man wearing such a tender, yet predatory expression as he began to approach the bed. Ichabod held his breath, watching him closely and trying to determine what he intended to do.

Suddenly, Brom reached out and took hold of Ichabod’s swollen shaft.

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.

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I'd like to thank Deanna for joining us today. This story sounds great and just in time for Halloween. So please don't forget to leave a comment with your email address' for a chance to win a copy.

Deanna will announce her winner on Friday Oct. 18th

Best wishes,
~Author Jennifer Labelle~


  1. The story does sound great. I love when stories are based on legends.
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  2. Thanks for the giveaway!
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  3. This does sound great & looks amazing .


  4. Congrats Debby!!! I will be emailing you how to get your book!
    Thanks to everyone who stopped by and thanks for having me, Jennifer!

    **this contest is now closed**


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