Cory Iverson's junior year is off to a lousy start.
Publicly humiliated by the school's hottest guy and terrorized by a bullying band director, Cory flees sports try-outs and just about everything else she begins, earning a reputation as a loser as well as a quitter. But when her wandering dog leads her to the barn of a former Grand Prix rider, she finds a welcome refuge in the familiar world of horses.
It's not too long before she starts dreaming of showing in one of the country's most prestigious shows--a totally unrealistic hope--until she rescues a mysterious horse with some unusual talents. But her road to success is littered with roadblocks as events spin out of control: prescription painkillers appear in her mother's purse; her ballerina sister wastes away before her eyes; her boyfriend is keeping secrets; and her normally opinionated trainer becomes strangely evasive.
Worst of all, the horse show world is not what she imagined. It isn't long before Cory's winning spree attracts the attention of a brutal trainer with a string of unexplained horse deaths in her wake. When Cory lands in the crosshairs, she has to decide if she'll once again back down and flee or stand up for herself, her horse, and her dreams.
Inspired by everyday miracles, L.R. Trovillion weaves magical stories of hurting people who find hope through horses in her Maryland Equestrian Novel series. Although she earned a degree in Russian and spent a career in government service, her real love has been caring for and working with horses. That love shines through in her series, focusing on the healing power of horses in the lives of teens facing complex and sometimes dangerous family situations. Believing there is more to this world than meets the eye, she adds a dash of the supernatural to each story. L. R. Trovillion lives on a small horse farm in Maryland with her husband, daughter, and several animals that really run the place. Her other works have appeared in Baltimore magazine, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and various poetry anthologies.
Today the weather changed rapidly, and with a few gusts of wind the sun was snuffed out by a blanket of clouds. Drops of rain sped up and became a tattoo pelting the metal roof of the barn. The big sliding doors blew outward on their tracks until I managed to secure them in place, shutting of the wave of wind-driven rain down the barn aisle. Soaked in my thin shirt, the cold air swirled up my back, cramping shoulder muscles as I ran to lead the horses in out of the storm. The rain-slashed roof roared like a train barreling through a tunnel. Under the constant din however, the delicate sound of horses munching hay and the soft swish of their hooves moving through deep bedding was a soothing sound of comfort. No matter what's going on outside, the barn is my safe place.
False Gods: The Show Jumper's Challenge
CORY SAT WRAPPED in her afghan in her darkened bedroom, the light of the computer screen casting long shadows across Jess’s sleeping body. She still couldn’t sleep, especially now. The sleet was falling heavier, hitting the window like someone drumming fingernails against the glass. The heat pump outside hummed constantly, struggling to warm the house. It was nearly three a.m.