Dream Horse

Teens

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Synopsis

Sometimes promises hurt more than lies. Cory Iverson has worked hard all year, and this morning she's finally going to get her dream horse. In less than 24 hours, however, everything reliable in her life comes crashing down, destroying her dreams and leaving her resentful of promises. That is, until a special messenger assures her that her true Dream Horse may be still waiting for her...

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Author Biography

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.

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Author Insight

I Can't Believe Our Parents Let Us

When I was really young our family lived in a small Cape Cod style house in New England. Back then, everyone decorated the outside of their homes with festive, multicolored lights. We trimmed the bushes, the rooflines, lamp posts... and put a candle in each window. Our family had a sturdy box of colored electric candle bulbs and each kid was allowed to pick a color theme for the night. The bulbs were huge, bright colored, and very very hot when they had been on for a while. I remember when it was my turn one night I insisted on putting a different color in each window! There were blue, orange, yellow, red, green, and maybe a white candle glowing from our house. Looking back, I smile to think how indulgent my parents were to let me create such an eyesore! Do you have any fun holiday memories that, on looking back, shed a new light on your parents?

Book Excerpt

Dream Horse

“Hang up and call the police. Now. Tell them where you are. Where are you?”

“Cliff Road, you know where the bend’s in it?”

“Call 9-1-1 and don’t move. I’ll be right there.”

The phone switches to the keyboard, and I push the series of three numbers I never, ever thought I’d have to use. A voice comes on, calm and reassuring, “What’s the nature of your emergency?”

I steal a glance through the murky darkness toward the hole in the guardrail, hoping to see a person climbing up the hill out of the woods. Nothing. “I’ve been in an accident, and the other guy might be dead.”

The dispatcher has a voice like my kindergarten teacher, soft and warm like oven-baked cookies. She gets my location and tells me to stay on the line, the emergency responders are on the way.

The road is empty. Not a car passes. The dispatcher keeps asking if I’m still there.

“Yeah, but no one else—” I stop so I can listen. A faint wail of a siren, then blue lights strobe over the dark trees. A police car, followed by something that looks like a combination ambulance and emergency repair truck, pull up on the side of the road behind me. A fire truck appears a few seconds later. Two policemen get out of the car. One sets up flares on the road near the broken guardrail. The other one taps on my window.

“Are you all right?” He leans down and peers in at me.

I roll the window down. Nod my head. For some reason my voice won’t work.