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Friday, August 30, 2013

Twisted Sleepy Hollow




Being October naturally all of our thoughts veer toward the spooky and the supernatural. A perennial favorite is always THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW, the classic tale written by Nathaniel Hawthorne about an uptight school teacher named Ichabod Crane and the mysterious specter The Headless Horseman.

I have written a few erotic fairy tales and in 2010 I thought this short story could use an erotic twist. The original tale has Brom Bones (the town stud and resident “cool” guy) and the uptight nerdy Ichabod Crane both vying to marry the rich Katrina Van Tassel. If you read the original book it is pretty obvious there is no Headless Horseman, rather, Brom Bones just dressed up as the specter to scare off Ichabod and get the girl.

At first thought it seems obvious to make this an erotic ménage or at least a het story, and that was my intention. I have to give my hubby credit for making me write this as m/m. While I was telling him about my idea he started laughing and said, “You should make him a gay Headless Horseman. Get it? Headless? Like he’s not getting any head and that’s why he’s so pissed off!” Then he proceeded to laugh hysterically to himself.

The seed had been planted and suddenly I was writing a book which would go on to become the first m/m story I ever had published.

Of course in my version both Ichabod and Brom get plenty of head. In fact it’s probably the most erotic book I’ve ever written, so be warned, LOL

If you are looking for a sexy twist on an old classic, I think you should check out THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW

One lucky commenter will WIN a digital copy of THE LEGEND OF SLEEPY HOLLOW, so please leave your name and email so I can contact you!

~Deanna


~Blurb~


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...

~Excerpt~

Squinting into the dark room, Ichabod’s vision began to cooperate and he soon could make out shapes in the dark. He was not alone. With him was a tall figure in a long black cape the proportions of which were surely made for a giant. A choked whimper escaped him.
The Headless Horseman had taken him prisoner!
“What is it that you want with me?” Ichabod demanded, unable to disguise the tremor in his voice.
There was no answer. However the air crackled with the menace of what might come. Or perhaps the threat was insinuated by the fact Ichabod was tied naked to a bed. Such was not a customary welcome in these parts, nor did it bode well for the intent of his captor.
The ghost stirred on the other side of the room and the hairs on Ichabod’s scalp and neck rose to sharp attention when he heard the scraping sound of a knife. His eyes, still accustomed to the dark, struggled to work in the sudden glittering orange light which now filled the room. Surely that glow must have come from the pits of Hell itself!
Ichabod thrashed against his restraints, convinced beyond a shadow of doubt that the Hessian was sharpening a butcher knife over a flame to ease with the task of removing Ichabod’s head from his body. But, struggle as he might, he could not loosen the ropes. Collapsing in defeat, he fought to swallow his rising alarm. Dread coiled like a scaly constrictor around his insides and tears began to pour down his face. He could not stop them nor could he contain the trembling of his body.
Seeing no means of escape, he began to plead, “Do not take my head, Hessian, please.”
There was an answering chuckle that registered somewhere in the lucid recesses of Ichabod’s mind. “What use would I have for your head when I have my own?”
Racing along with the sheer panic and dismay, a spark of familiarity ignited in Ichabod and he ceased to cry. He repeated the sound of that voice in his mind, wondering if his ears had deceived him, like his eyes. His altered perception was not unexpected, what with being naked and bound to a bed. Yet, now that he looked more closely he saw that the monstrous being before him was in full possession of its own head and, therefore, did not have a use for Ichabod’s own cranium. Nor was the masked specter honing a blade with Hellfire. His captor had simply lit a lone candle and that sharp sound had been the match striking the wall.
When the specter turned and pulled off its mask, black corkscrew curls stretched, then sprang back into shape. Ichabod gasped in surprise.
Why, the head atop the Horseman’s neck belonged to none other than Brom Bones!
His fright and terror were replaced with new emotions at the speed of an advancing legion of demons. Anger and rage filled the mild mannered schoolteacher. He fought the bindings furiously. “What is the meaning of this, Brom Bones?”
The man said nothing as he unclasped his long cloak and draped it across the chair. He tossed the mask aside, too. Ichabod now realized the black mask was how this dastardly man had camouflaged the existence of his head as he chased him through the black night. He must have known Ichabod's wild imagination would allow the shadows to render his cranium invisible and turn that blasted pumpkin on the pommel of the horse into the Hessian’s missing head!
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.”


ADDED GIVEAWAY BONUS: Deanna is giving away TWO $10 Amazon gift certificates at her BLOG today to a couple lucky commenters in celebration of today's release of her first full length gay romance EASY RYDER-- It’s July 3, 1976, the beginning of America’s bicentennial weekend, and everyone seems to be celebrating their freedoms except eighteen-year-old runaway Michael Ryder.


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 interworking’s of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.
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5 comments:

  1. Sounds interesting, however, The Legend of Sleepy Hollow was written by Washington Irving, not Nathaniel Hawthorne.

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  2. This is sounds very enticing. This little excerpt just makes me want to read more.

    kimmie

    kimshaw530@aol.com

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  3. Thanks for the insight, Deanna, and thank the hubby for me for planting the seed in your head!

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  4. I loved this excerpt. It only wett my appetite for more. On a similar note, I mentioned to my coach and editor, Brooke Warner, I had a visiion of writing a piece of similar persuasion between Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson. My husband has all he can handle that I write "porn", let alone m/m shorts!!! Loved it:) xo

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  5. This sounds like a truly unique m/m and I would love to read it.
    andreanow1999 at yahoo.com

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