A Young Adult Equestrian Novel
“A wonderful coming of age story, with a solid plot and plenty of suspense…Trovillion’s prose is vivid, her equine setting authentic.” —Sasscer Hill, Award-winning author of the Nikki Latrelle Racing Mysteries
It’s with great enthusiasm I introduce to you my good friend and author L. R. Trovillion. She’s a wonderful horsewoman, owns three beautiful horses she spoils without end, and lives on a small farm called Silver Horse. Her debut young adult novel False Gods has received rave reviews and is basking in the glow of a five star rating on Amazon.
If you love a good mystery about horses, you’ll enjoy False Gods. Here’s a sneak peek!
They say there’s no harm in trying. Or is there?
Cory Iverson has her sights set on riding in the prestigious Washington International Horse Show—a tall order for even the most experienced competitors. Problem is, she doesn’t even own a horse. But there’s an even bigger problem: she’s a quitter. Not a casual quitter, but a hard-core, serial, when-the-going-gets-tough quitter. This all starts to change, however, when the opportunity arises to rescue the perfect horse from slaughter and work with an experienced trainer who has the means to get her there. If she stays the course.
But Cory discovers the road to qualifying for Washington is littered with roadblocks when she finds herself surrounded by problems outside her control: prescription painkillers appear in her mother’s purse; her ballerina sister wastes away before her eyes; her boyfriend is keeping secrets from her; and her normally opinionated trainer becomes strangely evasive. Worst of all, the horse show world proves to be full of dangers, including an unscrupulous trainer headed for the same show who will stop at nothing to win, including killing.
Unless Cory quits.
Read an excerpt:
Cory threw her full weight at the exit door, almost at a run, and spilled outside into the parking lot. She sucked in the cold air in huge gulps, walking up and down the length of the building, playing back in her head everything Kevyn had said to her. Did he mention a girlfriend? How could she have got it all so wrong? Was she just his “stand mate”—someone he shared jokes with in band?
God, she was freezing. She had left her jacket inside, and she wasn’t about to go back in to get it. Who could she call? She pulled out her phone and looked at the contact list. Someone who could come and get her and not ask questions. Jess and her boyfriend were probably still at the movies. Jack. She was cold, and before thinking about it another minute, she punched in the barn’s number and listened to it ring. It was late, there was probably no one in the office at this hour… five, six rings…
“Hello…help you?” It was a bad connection.
“Jack. I’m glad it’s you. Can you come get me? Remember the place I told you I was going to tonight? I hate to ask, but something happened and I need a ride.” Cory tried to sound casual.
“Cory …you ’right? …’t happened?” She only heard pieces of words, but Jack sounded worried.
“Listen, I can barely hear you, but I’m good. Don’t worry. I just need a ride home, okay? I want to go home now.”
“Is it him, that guy? Is he there? I’ll be right there…”
The call dropped. Cory tried calling back, but there was no answer. She slipped the phone in her pocket and looked around. No one out here. She rubbed her arms and jumped up and down to keep warm. The back door to the club opened again, momentarily casting a shaft of light into the parking lot. A dark figure walked toward her.
“You forgot this.”
The drummer, with her jacket in hand. She grabbed it and slipped it on.
“You left kinda quick. What’s the story?”
She wanted to be alone, but then again she didn’t. Not out here in the dark.
“I just didn’t want to stay. I have to go home.”
“Oh, yeah? I can give you a ride if you want.”
“Don’t you have to stay and play another set? Besides, I’ve got a ride.”
He leaned his back against the wall and put one foot up against it. “Sure, well that’s good. Hey, you look really cold. Do you want to wait in my car?”
Cory shook her head. She stood beside him and slumped against the brick wall.
“Okay, hey, I think I know what the problem is.”
Cory turned just her face to him as he pushed off from the wall and stood over her, a hand placed on either side of her head. Cory shrunk lower, but there was nowhere to go. His breath smelled strongly of mints in the cold air.
“See, I’ve been in this band with Kevyn for a long time. A lot of girls really like him, and he’s a cool guy. Don’t get me wrong, but Kevyn doesn’t exactly discourage them from getting certain ideas about things, you know. Girls think they’ve got something exclusive with him.”
Cory sucked in her breath, making a sound like a quiet sob. Her hands covered her face. This was so stupid. It’s not like they were dating or anything.
“Hey, it’s okay. I’m sorry to tell you.”
She felt the drummer’s arms wrap around her. He gently pulled her closer as her face grazed his leather jacket. He was sympathetic. He was trying to be nice. And, he was honest, unlike Kevyn. He stroked the back of her head, cupping it in his hand. She looked up to tell him she was okay now. His face was too close to hers. He hadn’t shaved, and he seemed much older than she had previously thought. He tilted his head for a moment as if working out a hard decision, then pressed his lips against hers. She didn’t move. Her arms hung limply at her side. His hands ran down her back. Too low. She swiveled and leaned away, but his arms drew her in tighter. She felt boxed in, trapped. It felt like her arms were pinned under the covers again. When he leaned in again, she turned her head aside. Now she smelled beer. He pushed his face into hers.
Her hands slid up between them, against his chest, and shoved him away. She heard screaming. She was screaming. Her throat burned with the effort, but she couldn’t stop. He moved a few steps away, a look of confusion on his face.
A figure came out of the darkness and flung him to the pavement with a loud thud. She tore her eyes from the drummer to see Jack leaning over him, hauling him back up to his feet, with the other arm pulled back, ready to let fly with a dead-on punch to his face. Cory willed her feet to move and ran to Jack’s side, grabbing his arm.
“No, Jack, stop!”
“The characters are well drawn and multidimensional, and the author isn’t afraid to tackle some of the tougher issues facing teens today…”–Susan Yanguas, Author of Bluff
Meet Author L. R. Trovillion
L. R. Trovillion employed her love of foreign language in service to the government for many years. Finding, however, she much preferred to make up stories rather than report just the facts, she now spends her time writing novels. She lives on a small horse farm in Maryland with her husband, daughter, and several four-legged residents who keep her busy.
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