Bay Tremayne, heir to a viscountcy and manager of his father's Dorset estate, has one burning ambition - to be selected to ride on the British Olympic three-day eventing team. But his dream is about to be put on hold. Arriving at the stables late one night to prepare his horse for a competition t...
First Line: Twelve hundred pounds of charging horseflesh hit the wooden railings chest high and somersaulted into the north stands.27-year-old Ross Wakelin is in Florida trying to drink himself out of the nightmares he's having when British colleague Lindsey Cresswell offers him a fresh start wit...
The brilliant new thriller from the critically acclaimed author of Cut Throat and Time to Pay. Sophie Bradford was pretty, blonde and an accomplished flirt. When she is found murdered, jockey Jamie Mullin is the prime suspect. He was her latest boyfriend and they had had a very public row just m...
Damien Daniels has been murdered, shot through the chest by an expert marksman. It looks like a professional job, but who would want to kill a popular ex-jockey who trains racehorses for a living? Animal behaviorist Gideon Blake witnesses the shooting and is able to provide information that leads...
Then he sat heavily in his chair and sighed once more. `I don't expect you to believe this, but I'rn glad you know. I'm glad it's finally all out in the open.' Gideon saw no reason to tell him that it was not yet common knowledge; that he'd told only one other person, and then not the whole story...
Not the designers’ country kitchen of the glossy magazines but the sort that had evolved over several generations of use into a comfortable and practical space. The room was dominated by a vast range cooker that sat in an even more vast arched brick fireplace. A big flat-bottomed kettle rested on...
His first port of call was the cottage adjacent to the yard, to see Mikey. Technically the lads’ working hours were seven until midday and then four till six, but Ben was aware that – as with all animal-related jobs – they didn’t stop until the work was done. He knew from Mikey that unpaid overti...
The paper was nearly a week old, saved for Daniel by the owner of the roadside burger van where he’d bought his breakfast. He was parked not 20 yards from it now, in a lorry park on the side of the A386 between Tavistock and Okehampton. It was a designated picnic spot, but at this hour of the mor...