A half-wild horse, a Celtic legend, and a teen trying to escape…
Regina Hamilton has three months to prove to the courts she can earn a living on her own and avoid going home to her abusive mother—a tall order for a teen with only her riding skills to rely on. Desperate to prove herself, Regina lands a job at an exclusive dressage barn. But when workers start to mysteriously disappear, she becomes ensnared in a web of lies and deceit. With time running out and unsure who to trust, Regina turns to an unlikely trio: an unusual boy who trains hawks, a reclusive professor of Celtic history, and a half-wild red mare. Together they form a bond that will be tested when a long-held secret exposes a much greater threat—and Regina’s the target. To save her horses and her life Regina may have to trust her enemies and betray her friends.
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.
The interconnectedness of the world today is a double-edged sword. It's wonderful we can share information in seconds with people hundreds of miles away but we likewise can spread disease across the globe at an equally heart-stopping pace. After the terrible events of 9/11 many fingers of blame were pointed at agencies for not sharing intelligence effectively in order to "connect the dots" and prevent disaster. My hope is that medical authorities everywhere from the WHO to local hospitals have learned that we need to share resources, research, and expertise in order to formulate a successful "battle plan" for this world health crisis.
Horse Gods: The Dressage Rider’s Betrayal
There is no place as depressing as a hospital at Christmastime. Since my last visit, shiny silver garland has appeared, draped in the front of the reception desk, and cardboard elves dance across the glass partition. The receptionist sees Mr. Kendrick and me standing there but turns her back to get something off the printer. I knock on the Plexiglas, but the receptionist grabs the papers and disappears around the corner.