The first Pony Club Secrets mystery adventure by bestselling author of ‘The Princess and the Foal’.Issie loves horses more than anything!And she especially loves her pony Mystic at Chevalier Point Pony Club. So when the unthinkable happens, Issie is devastated.Then her instructor asks her to care...
Now she was reconsidering. Had it started back then? Was that why James had abandoned her? It was so embarrassing to think that the Burghley House boys and the showjumperettes all knew about this before she did. It was bad enough being dumped – but being tossed aside for a superficial showjumpere...
“Georgie! Over here!” Lily was hard to miss. She was going berserk and trying to start the crowd in a Mexican wave whilst doing wolf whistles. Dr Parker was waving at her and beaming with pride. He had taken his spectacles off to wipe his eyes and looked quite emotional as she cantered by. It was...
the next day the girls were in the loose boxes tacking up when they heard Ginty’s voice booming out down the corridor. “Verity?” the trainer called. “In my office! Now!” Issie and Natasha peered cautiously over the Dutch doors of their stalls as Verity walked past them towards Ginty, who was stan...
It was the kind of offer that every pony-club kid dreamt of. Which made it all the harder to say no. “I’m sorry, Marcus,” Issie said. “I can’t do it – not like this.” “Why not?” Marcus said. “You’re already registered to compete and so is Liberty – I’m sure Blaire can swap over the paperwork. You...
“I came down to feed him dinner and let him out of his stall,” she stammered. “I figured he couldn’t escape because the main door was shut. I was teaching him to beg when you arrived…” “…and opened the door and let him out.” Issie finished Dee Dee’s sentence. “I didn’t know he was there, Dee Dee....
“What’s up?” he said. “Can it wait? I’m in a bit of a flap trying to get these flag race entries sorted…” “Not really,” Issie said. “Please, Tom, I need your help.” Avery put down the box of entry forms and turned to her. “What’s the problem?” “You know how Fortune and I had that fall when we wer...
“But that’s the time I usually go to bed!” “They do things differently here in Spain,” Issie told her. “There’s an afternoon siesta and then we eat dinner late.” The Spanish afternoon siesta was the perfect way to sleep off their jetlag. Issie had been given the same room as last time, on the sec...
Stella said. She and Kate had emerged from the truck and were totally confused by what had just happened. “No,” Issie giggled. “We nearly hit him. Comet is a horse!” She gestured towards the skewbald pony who was still skipping about as Aunt Hester tried to hold him with the belt off her dress. “...
Issie flung herself down on her bed and buried her face deep in the duvet. She couldn’t believe her mum would ruin her summer like this! “Issie? Come on. Let me in and let’s talk about this,” Mrs Brown’s voice echoed softly outside Issie’s bedroom door. Issie stood up and walked over to let her m...
Luhmuhlen and Lexington were located up beyond the fork of the driveway, but the third, Burghley House, was right beside the main school. It was a single level residence, built out of the same red brick as the school buildings and surrounded by magnolia bushes. At the front of the house there was...
Francoise’s arm was indeed broken. Alfonso had driven her to the hospital in Seville where they had X-rayed her and put the arm in a plaster cast before releasing her home again. Now she lay on the floral brocade sofa in the living room, with Avery and Issie fussing over her, plumping her cushion...
It took ages for the weekend to come. Well, actually, it took the same amount of time that it always did, but it felt like forever to Issie. After they saw the ad for the pony in the paper her mum had phoned up and made an appointment to go and see him on Saturday morning, and ever since then Iss...
Today’s pony-club rally was the final team training session before the Interclub Gold Shield and all the riders were in full uniform so that Avery could check their turnout. “Mum,” Natasha scowled as she cast her eye over her palomino mare, “I asked for Goldrush to have an odd number of plaits an...
She had been nervous about transporting him back from Badminton, fearing that the two-hour drive to Wiltshire would stress him out and cause a relapse, but Avery had reassured her. They left the estate grounds on Monday afternoon, with Nightstorm travelling alone in the massive horse truck now th...
Mrs Dickins-Thomson and Tara Kelly led the way to the grandstands. “No chewing gum, Mr Blackburn,” the headmistress instructed as one of the boys walked past. “Take your hands out of your pockets, Mr Adams, and stop slouching! You are representing your school so stand up straight, please.” As the...