“A pole?” Issie screwed up her face. “You want me to trot him over a pole?” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“At that moment, in her heart she knew that one day he would be the greatest horse of them all.” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“The rules state quite clearly that you cannot enter the Best Groomed and Turned-out competition unless you have done all the work yourself!” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“Victorioso and Angel, were neck and neck. The two great stallions were racing stride for stride so that Issie and Vega were alongside each… — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“This was a proper stable, not a pony club. It was a totally different world. And it was one that Issie was excited to… — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“Why was this ridiculous-looking man barging into the middle of the arena, yelling his head off and swinging a golf club like some kind… — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“But,” Aidan finished her sentence for her, “you don’t want to be my girlfriend any more.” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“There was the pale white membrane of the foal sac and a foreleg appearing. Issie watched” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“better to risk the time faults.” “No,” Issie shook her head. “It’s not…” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“I’ve never stayed at a horse motel before,” she said. “Does Comet get his own bedroom or will he sleep with us?” — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“Hey!” Issie said. “You’re too close. What are you doing?” “Giving my girlfriend a kiss,” announced Aidan. And with that, he leant over as… — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
“There was a lanky teenager leaning back against the bonnet of the car. He had tousled black hair, tanned skin and the square-jawed good… — Stacy Gregg Copy Share Image
