Valentine’s Day Hearts

Happy Valentine’s Day, horsey friends and book friends! You’re my favorite overlap on the Venn Diagram of my obsessions.

I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day with chocolates or flowers, or anything, because I’m a snooty kind of person about holidays in general… I need a better reason to buy things or demand things than “this aisle at Target is even more red than usual,” but there are some traditions no one should turn their nose up at. I am, of course, referring to candy hearts! Which are disgusting in real life! But are fun to turn into memes!

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Happy Valentine’s Day, you crazy horsepeople!

The other tradition is tomorrow’s half-off candy sugarthon. There better be some Reese’s Hearts left over at Walgreens!! (I will make this a healthy tradition this year by riding my bike there. Maybe.)

It’s true a big chunk of my disregard for all commercial holidays comes from my non-holiday-celebrating youth (I belonged to one of those religions at the time), but any chance I had at being a normal American consumer was also stymied by my status as an equestrian. Holidays? What holidays? Every day is the same when you have horses to feed and stalls to muck.

Back when I was riding in the New York City Parks Department, one of my colleagues was upset because my partner and I took the horses out on a short patrol of Central Park on Christmas Day.

“But the horses need to go out and stretch their legs,” I argued. “Why would I skip riding just because it’s a holiday?”

In actuality I should have skipped riding because it was about twenty-two degrees and windy that Christmas Day, but we managed to do a turn around the lower park loop without losing any of our extremities. And the horses seemed to enjoy themselves.

But the food element of any holiday is something all equestrians can get behind, so three cheers for chocolate hearts, and I’ll see you in the check-out line tomorrow, my arms overflowing with sweetness.

Thanks everyone for making 2019 such a special year so far! You all deserve a fantastic Valentine’s Day – and as much chocolate as you can carry tomorrow.

Lots of love,

Natalie

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New Equestrian Fiction Coming in 2019

Having closed out 2018 with two new equestrian fiction novels — Horses in Wonderland and Luck, I’m really excited to say there will be plenty of new fiction in 2019! This is going to be a very big year of goals, deadlines, and lots of frantic typing… in other words, it’s a dream year for a writer.

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It’s a big year for new equestrian fiction!

If you’re looking for more of my equestrian fiction coming in 2019, the first place to start will be Patreon. If it goes live on Amazon, it will start its life at Patreon. And this year, Patreon will also be home to exclusive fiction.

Exclusive New Equestrian Fiction at Patreon

I’ve started the year with A Thousand Tiny Bites, a novella featuring split narratives from Jules (The Eventing Series) and Alex (The Alex and Alexander Series). Jules and Alex are together on the horse-shopping trip from hell! Every other week, Patreon supporters who subscribe from $1 per month get a new chapter of this unique novella — one week it’s from Jules’s point of view, and the next week it’s from Alex’s. This novella will remain exclusive to Patreon users after its conclusion, so if you want to read it, Patreon is the only place to find it.

Plus, as a special bonus, when I reach $200 per month in subscriptions, I’ll create a special ebook edition of A Thousand Tiny Bites, just for Patreon supporters!

The new Eventing Series novel is coming to Patreon

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The next update on Mickey and Jules is coming in 2019!

First draft fans who loved reading Horses in Wonderland as I wrote it are in for another insider look as I begin work on the fifth installment in The Eventing Series. Featuring the latest drama/adventures of Jules and Pete, a trainer couple with big dreams and little bank balances, this novel is going to be a wild tale with some new challenges for the team and their beloved horses, including Dynamo, Mickey, Regina and more.

Patreon supporters with a $5 per month subscription will get to read the new Eventing Series novel in its first draft form as I write it, plus receive a download of the finished book upon ebook publication. Plus, the first draft chapters of Horses in Wonderland are still in the archives, and I’m not planning on taking them down–enjoy!

More to come

This is just the start of 2019’s writing agenda, so if you’re looking for new equestrian fiction in 2019, stay tuned! There are a lot of new words and stories coming from this writer.

Be sure to explore the tiers at Patreon — I’ve added a lot of variety so that there is plenty of content and value for everyone. It’s the best way to get first access to my writing, plus help support the creation of new stories. Without my Patreon supporters, I would not have been able to publish Horses in Wonderland last year. It’s just an incredible way to connect and gain the financial support I need to put aside commercial work and focus on fiction.

Visit my Patreon Page for details.

First Read: Horses in Wonderland

Horses in Wonderland Kindle CoverThe sequel to Show Barn Blues is now on pre-sale at Amazon! Thanks to so many readers for making it a number one horse book in several categories! Lots of early readers at Patreon have been loving the updates to the story of Grace, Kennedy, Anna and the other riders, grooms and boarders at Seabreeze Equestrian Center. If you’re not a Patreon member, no worries! Here’s the first chapter of Horses in Wonderland, just to give you a taste of what’s coming.

Just for reference, this book takes place about two years after Show Barn Blues. If you read The Eventing Series, you’ll know that the summer after Show Barn Blues takes place in Pride, Book 2 of The Eventing Series. This action, while it doesn’t overlap with The Eventing Series, picks up the summer after Luck, Book 4 of The Eventing Series.

Grace has been dealing with the increasing construction around her farm for years now, and she’s the last hold-out in what used to be an equestrian neighborhood. A luxury resort is going in right next door, and the construction noise is taking its toll on daily life at the equestrian center. What should she do? Grace thinks it might be time to move on.

Take a look…

Horses in Wonderland

Chapter 1

Summer was in the air, and in Florida, that feeling was more like a warning than a promise.

The morning’s heavy humidity had settled onto my skin like a cloak the moment I left my little bungalow. The wooden porch steps, gently rotting into slivers and chips after living through eighty seasons of dry winters and wet summers, squeaked a good morning beneath my boots. All of the wood—the floorboards, the porch, the stairs—had more give on humid mornings. More pliable, more squeaky. I could tell the new season had arrived from the moment I put my feet on the floor this morning. The longer you lived somewhere, the more you became aware of the barometers all around you. Nature forecast the weather every day, in chirps and frog-song, in locust chorals and soft westerly winds, in spiraling leaves and creaking wood. I paused at the foot of the steps and stretched, dew-drops clinging to the hairs on my arms. A spiderweb glittering from the little crooked light by the front door. A dark early-May morning at the end of a short spring. Perhaps my last spring here, in the house my grandfather built. I paused at the bottom step, swept my gaze around, and soaked in my surroundings.

The pre-dawn sky had just lightened to cobalt, a blue growing richer with every passing second. A swirl of fog wound its way through a small glade of live oaks. Just beyond it, the blue-white light over the barn’s side-entrance hummed away, swooping moths orbiting its moon-glow. I pointed the toes of my well-worn paddock boots towards the barn, brushed a few unruly strands of gray and brown forelock from my eyes, and started off to work. My footsteps were softened by the wet leaves piled up on the sparse grass and sandy patches beneath the trees, but the horses would still hear me. I imagined them turning their heads all at once, ears pricked, gazing into the darkness, ready to turn on their whinnies and neighs at precisely the right moment.

My gaze shifted to the right, towards the construction site next door. There was a model villa going up over there, with just a thin belt of pine trees left to shield the future residents from the smelly, noisy reality of equestrian life. Just wait until the first morning someone left their windows open all night and heard my barn’s wake-up song, belted out in three dozen or more untrained voices, each more shrill and lusty than the last.

A tree frog peeped in the gutter above the open barn door as my feet hit the pavement, but he was quickly drowned out by those thirty-some roaring horses. From across the driveway, the night turn-out horses neighed and pushed at their paddock gates, adding the rattling of chains to the morning music recital.

“How quickly you forget,” I announced to the barn at large, flipping on the lights. “Twelve hours ago you were a herd of cows in clover.”

The barn’s overhead lamps were huge, the kind you saw in school gyms, and they’d take a good fifteen minutes to warm up to full capacity. For now, the broad barn aisle ahead of me was washed in a cool dim glow. The horses blinked at the sudden shift from nighttime to twilight, and then went straight back to whinnying. A few kicks were added here and there, fore-hooves shoved against stall doors, hind hooves slammed against side walls to prove some point to the neighboring horse.

“Your percussion section is out of rhythm,” I observed.

No one listened to me. They never did.

“Good morning,” I continued the greetings to my left and my right as I proceeded down the wide concrete aisle, horses on either side of me stamping and shouting for my immediate attention. I alternated between pleasantries and protestations. “Good god. Yes, I get it. Hello, Ivor. Yes, you’re hungry. Good morning, Splash! Oh, please, all of you shut up, it’s too early for this.”

No one listened. Two long aisles of horses sang the song of their people. It was me against the herd, and I’d given up trying to shout them down years ago. Everything I said these days was for my own benefit.

At the end of the aisle, just past the school tack room where the heaps of battered riding lesson tack and brush boxes perched on top of weathered old tack trunks, I turned left and unlocked the feed room door. It was odd, and a little pleasant, to be here alone. Usually there would be grooms here throwing down hay and getting everyone’s bellies settled with some roughage before their grain, but this morning I’d started early, so it would be just me out here for a while. I didn’t feel like listening to the barn complaints for the next twenty minutes while I went out to the hay-shed and loaded up the Gator with bales of timothy, so they could eat their grain first for once. The magazines promised dire consequences for horses who were fed grain on empty stomachs, but I was already several decades deep into housekeeping before those veterinary studies had come out, and I felt comfortable breaking their rules from time to time.

I had to rummage through two trash cans full of pellets and sweet feed before I found the feed scoop in its shallow grave, buried under the alfalfa pellets. One of my employees, Kennedy, had been in charge of refilling the feed bins last night, and she could be a little scatterbrained. I dug it out with a sigh, glad she wasn’t around right now. I wasn’t up to Kennedy’s bright-eyed enthusiasm at this time of morning.

Six o’clock was early for me, but I would be short on help today and figured I’d better get a head-start, because the afternoon tumult of riding lessons and trail rides was not going to take a vacation just because my groom head-count was down by three. Not so many months ago, there had been enough grooms for the endless work of keeping a massive show barn ticking over smoothly, but the threat of moving properties was hovering over our heads, and grooms were not known to stay aboard sinking ships. As they went on to greener pastures, one by one, I waved bon voyage to the tail-lights of their pick-up trucks, then trudged back into the barn to take on a few more of their abandoned responsibilities. There was no point in trying to hire people when I couldn’t promise whether their job would be here or an hour away in six months.

Beneath the sterile gleam of fluorescent lights, I pulled out the morning supplement packs, individually packaged for each horse, and stacked them in order on top of the grain cart. I dumped what was left of the pellets in the trash can into the grain cart’s well and topped it off with most of another fifty-pound bag. I grabbed a couple of old Strongid buckets’ worth of alfalfa pellets and sweet feed from the other trash cans. Then I threw the feed scoop on top of the whole pile, dragged the heavy cart into the aisle, and stopped immediately at the first stall on my left.

A bay Hanoverian mare named Catarina eyeballed me, and then the grain cart, with barely contained excitement. She whinnied explosively and kicked her door. “Stop it,” I snapped, the words blended into one fierce command, and reached down for the first supplement pack.

Moses, the name on the pack read.

At this moment, I realized I’d stacked the supplement packs backwards. I redid them. There were thirty-seven in all. The horses were not amused with this delay. Catarina, with her front-row seat to the proceedings, nearly had a fit. “Here,” I sighed, throwing a scoop of grain through the little feed door above her bucket, and dumping the supplements on top of it. She dug in with her mouth wide open, like a lion going for the kill, before I had even pulled back my hand. I whacked her with the plastic supplement pack for being so rude, but she ignored me. Food was more important than a puny slap from a puny human.

By six forty-five every horse was finished with grain and nosing through fresh hay, and I was exhausted. Well, not exhausted from the work I’d done, precisely, but at the thought of so much more to come, with the same routine yet to come tomorrow, and the next day, and the next, forever and ever. I’d been the manager for so long, and I’d done precisely that: I’d managed. You, go handle feed. Carole, go handle hay. Mike, start filling water buckets. Liz, pull off blankets. Me, I’ll be in the office, going over the day’s schedule. Carole, Mike and Liz were all part of the past now. Tom had been gone even longer, off to work with his first love, marine mammal rescue. I had Margaret, Kennedy and Anna full-time still, and part-time help from some Ocala castaways. Ricky and Nadine were young but battered, in that way a poor Southern upbringing can mark a person. Ricky drove a rock truck most days, hauling dirt to the construction site next door. Nadine worked part-time at a Hair Cuttery. Both of them spent Saturday through Monday here, mucking stalls and being generally useful while they gave the full-time grooms a much-needed day off.

I looked up over the central rank of stalls to the windows overlooking the barn floor. My dark office window looked blankly down, useless without me peering out of it, watching the barn live its own measured life.

My phone rang from somewhere down the aisle and I ran for it.

“Kennedy?” I answered, breathless from my sprint to the feed room where I’d abandoned my phone on a shelf next to a tub of bute. “Please tell me you’re coming today. We have six horses going out at two and—“

“Of course I’m coming,” Kennedy laughed. She was always so awake. Kennedy was twenty-six and had a naturally chipper attitude which had made her perfect for the role of princess at a long-running dinner show on the other side of the theme park district. This also made her perfect for teaching little girls to ride and for leading trail rides. She put on a very convincing cowboy-themed ride, which was especially impressive when you considered we were operating in a rapidly developing section of Florida and the trails were based out of an English show barn, about as far from the Wild West as one could go. “I just wanted to know if you needed help early this morning. I’m up, so…”

I looked outside, across the empty parking lot towards the pine woods at the farm’s eastern border. The sky was just turning pink above the stark longleaf pines and the spike-edged palmettos, and a hint of morning light was creeping into the barn, brushing the stalls closest to the end, inching across the feed room floor towards my boots. At my far right, the hay shed stood dark and forbidding, stacked high with bales. I still had to throw down bales and get everyone fed up. The night horses had to be brought in, and the day horses turned out. The night horses were watching me steadily over the dark fencing, occasionally belting out a fresh chorus of whinnies in case I’d forgotten them. Behind the paddocks, along the farm’s southern fence-line, a red-tiled villa was catching the first glints of orange sunlight, a morning glow highlighting its fanciful arches and mosaic tile-work around the windows. The model home for the new resort village going in next door, somehow closer to my barn than my own house was. The sight of it was enough to make me droop.

“I need help,” I said honestly, and I remembered that not long ago, I couldn’t have admitted that, not to Kennedy, not to anyone. As more years went by, the more thankful I was for people like her. People who got up at six-thirty for no apparent reason and thought, I should go into work early today.

“I’ll be right over,” Kennedy promised. “With breakfast. Hey, when is Anna coming back?”

“This afternoon, I hope,” I said. “I haven’t seen her car here yet.”

“I hope so. I miss her so much.”

Something about Kennedy’s tone made me pause. She was given to extravagant emotions, so I would always expect her to react just a little over-the-top when someone close to her did something basic and expected, like go home and visit her parents for a week as Anna had done. I missed Anna, naturally; my sweet and unruffled barn manager had been part of my barn family for years, and she was certainly the calm glue that held us together when ridiculous situations—hurricanes, wildfires, a skunk in the feed room—threatened our sanity.

But Kennedy sounded as if she was absolutely pining for Anna to come home.

“Look for her when you’re back from your trail ride,” I suggested. “I better get back to work now. There’s a lot on this morning and just me right now.”

“Okay, I’m leaving now. And I’m bringing breakfast,” the optimist said. “Just relax.”

I slipped the phone into the back pocket of my jeans. Just relax. Just relax. Kennedy was out of her mind if she thought I had the luxury to relax for one damn minute. I hadn’t spent all these decades running a show barn for my health and mental wellbeing.

I hustled out of the feed room and up the barn aisle, ready to start swapping turn-out horses with stalled ones before the construction clamor started up next door. I’d gotten through two paddocks and had two horses in hand, just leading them through the gate of their paddock, when the first rock trucks started roaring by on the other side of the back fence. The horse on my right spooked forward, the horse on my left spooked backward. I was splayed out like a scarecrow, hauling on both lead-ropes in an effort to reel them back in.

“That noise is hardly new,” I scolded, tapping a wide-eyed warmblood on the nose once I had him heading in the right direction again. “Why don’t you get a grip?” With that, I released them both into the paddock so they could bolt around like idiots, snorting and snapping their tails, as if they hadn’t been living next to a construction site for the past six months.

“Might as well get over it,” I advised, snapping the gate closed. “Because it’s not going to change any time soon.”

I walked across the driveway and back inside the barn for the next two horses, thinking again that it was time to get over myself, get a new farm, and get out of here, forever.

Read more at Patreon with a subscription, or pre-order your copy of Horses in Wonderland at Amazon

Horses in Wonderland Now on Sale

If you’re looking for something new for your Kindle, pre-order Horses in Wonderland and it will download automatically on December 26th, 2018. That’s perfect if you’re looking for a good excuse to hide out from family after the holiday… just let them know you have some very important reading to do!

Just to catch you up, Horses in Wonderland is the sequel to Show Barn Blues, and yes, I can totally use “long-awaited” to describe it. After all, Show Barn Blues came out in 2015. That’s three years ago. And I’ve been getting requests for more about Grace and Kennedy and all of Seabreeze Equestrian Center ever since.

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With this book, I decided to have some fun with the surroundings. Seabreeze is located just outside of the tourist mecca of Walt Disney World Resort, which makes for a very strange equine experience. I based the barn itself and a lot of its unique problems on my time as a manager at Grand Cypress Equestrian Center, an old central Florida institution which closed its doors about ten years ago (making me officially old). I also took inspiration from some of my favorite places around Walt Disney World, including Disney’s Fort Wilderness Resort & Campground, Disney’s Boardwalk Inn, and, of course, the Magic Kingdom.

Horses in Wonderland Kindle Cover.jpgThe result, I think, is a lot of fun.

If you’re dying to take a look at Horses in Wonderland right now, every blessed page of it is available to subscribers at Patreon! At the $5 a month subscription level, you can read the entire first/second draft, plus you’ll receive a copy of the finished Kindle book in your email on publication day. (And you’ll get to read whatever I start writing next, as I write it.)

If you’re ready to pre-order the Kindle, hop over to Amazon and get that bad boy set to download on Dec. 26.

And if you’re waiting on a glorious paperback to hug and love and admire on your bookshelf, please stay tuned for the release date! (Viva physical media!)

Thank you for your support and the encouragement to continue Grace’s story!

Get HORSES IN WONDERLAND here.

Join me at Patreon here.

 

Equine Affaire and New Equestrian Fiction Alert

November is somehow always my busiest month, and this year is no exception. I have two huge announcements for readers!

1. Equine Affaire 2018 Booksigning

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I haven’t been to Equine Affaire since 2016, so I am thrilled to come back November 10-11 to sign books and chat with readers! I’ll be at the wonderful Taborton Equine Books on Saturday from 1 – 4 PM & 5 – 7 PM. Then again on Sunday, 10 AM – 1 PM.

Please come over to say hello! Bring your books if you’d like them signed, or there will be plenty on hand from Taborton’s inventory as well. This is always one of my happiest weekends of the year, because we all come out from behind our computers and actually get to chat and maybe hug and it’s just wonderful.

2. Read HORSES IN WONDERLAND right now

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I’ve just uploaded all thirty chapters of the sequel to SHOW BARN BLUES to Patreon. These are the unedited chapters of my manuscript, the same ones that go to my editor and beta readers for fixing and commenting. You can read them right now, plus get a download of the finished edition on publication day, when you subscribe to Patreon for $5 a month. Chapters 1-15 are available now, and Chapters 16-30 will upload every day, tomorrow through November 19.

I haven’t decided on a pre-order date or final publish date yet, so if you’re looking for early access, plus lots of other unpublished bits of story and chapters, Patreon is the place to be!

Finally, a huge thanks to all of my current Patreon subscribers, of all levels. Your support has allowed me to give up freelancing, spend all of my “free time” on writing this novel, and even covered my expenses in getting to Equine Affaire this year. There is simply no way I could have finished HORSES IN WONDERLAND this year without you. Equestrian Fiction is powered by readers!

Visit Patreon here to see what it’s all about.

 

Read It First at Patreon

Do you want to be the first to read new and unpublished writing? Guess what, kids — that’s a thing now. Because if you didn’t know it, I’m sharing the new goods at Patreon now.

Patreon is a subscription-based service which connects creators and their supporters. Artists, musicians, podcasters — anyone who makes things for other people to enjoy — are all using Patreon to support their work.

Patreon means even more reading for you. Photo: James Tarbotton/unsplash

Patreon means even more reading for you. Photo: James Tarbotton/unsplash

It’s especially useful for a novelist like myself. Because I usually put out one novel a year (maybe two, in a very good year), income isn’t exactly on a biweekly schedule like a full-time paycheck would be. Like most writers, I’ve always supplemented with freelance work. In my case, that has meant a lot of social media work, ghost writing, blogging and other creative work.

Freelancing is great, don’t get me wrong, and I’ve been fortunate to grow into a successful social media marketer and content writer in a very competitive field. But it takes away the one thing I need in order to put out my next novel for you to read: time to write.

That was the first thing that made me eye Patreon. But still, I wasn’t sure it would work for me. I kept putting the idea on the back-burner.

BUT, while I was busy realizing that freelancing was killing the novels it was supposed to be supporting, I also noticed that social media, specifically Facebook, is becoming more and more unpleasant. Everyone’s always picking a fight. I’m not sure what the reason is — maybe people can’t help themselves. But expressing an opinion as simple as liking a video of a cute kid on a horse, or as complicated as disappointment in a top-level eventer’s bitting choices, can set a person up for a lot of ugly argument and name-calling. I was frustrated by this, because I want to have conversations about the business of horses with my readers — after all, that’s what my books are all about.

(Actual footage of a Facebook fight)

Back in January, I made the decision to start a Patreon program that tackles both of these problems. One, with subscribers who support my fiction writing, I can stop thinking about ghost writing another blog post about equine nutrition and get back to working on my next novel — letting subscribers read the work they’re subsidizing along the way.

Two, when there’s a discussion worth having about the business of horses, we can have it in a safe space, free of Facebook’s inevitable bad mojo and fighting.

July marks the six-month b-day of my Patreon program, and I am excited to say… this experiment is working! When I decided to launch a subscription service at Patreon, I was working against all of my instincts, and I knew it. Share my new novels chapter-by-chapter as I write them? Are you kidding? I don’t publish before at least two massive revisions and usually one rewrite.

(Actual footage of a first draft being written)

But it’s such a pleasure to share stories as they’re written (and working just a bit harder on getting the first draft right will surely save me time on the second one, right?).

Plus, I love having a conversation about the story’s direction, how readers are connecting with the settings and situations, and what we should do next. I’m also going back through my old notebooks, sharing unpublished sketches, stories and scenes — even visiting the early, abandoned versions of The Head and Not The Heart and Ambition. 

All of this is a long blog post to say, I’d love to have you take a look at my Patreon and see if I’m offering something you’re looking for. Starting at a dollar a month, you can read unpublished work I share at least once a month. There are more tiers as well, which include rewards like reading a new chapter of my novels in progress once a month (with an ebook of the finished product coming your way at publication, so you don’t have to buy it!) and critiques of your own writing projects so we can get you to publication yourself.

If you’re looking for more horse stories to read, and great horse people to talk to, come join us!

Just visit patreon.com/nataliekreinert — see you there!

Unbridled Faith: A Book Giveaway

The intersection of horses and spiritualism is an interesting one to consider.

In one corner you have the very earthy horse itself, seemingly connected to the planet’s surface by every bond imaginable: eyes to seek out predators on the plain, teeth to pull up the grass growing from the soil, hooves and long legs that are nothing more than incredibly elongated fingers and nails designed for speed across the sprawling prairies of a prehistoric Earth.

reiter-3372907_1280.jpgIn the other corner you have humans with the constant struggle to see further than their sight can grasp, the desire to slip their connection with the grass and soil and lift into the skies, and the ability to transform, through ingenuity, into almost anything else they want.

When horses and humans meet, interesting things happen. The content of Earth meets a spirit always struggling for more, longing to understand.

whitneybookCara Whitney’s Unbridled Faith: 100 Devotions from the Horse Farm is a the result of such an intersection. As a daily read for an equestrian, it’s both a grounding exercise and a reminder to look higher.

 

Written as two-page vignettes illustrated with lovely equestrian and farm photography — including Whitney’s adorable Icelandic horse, whom she introduces first as Sven, then admits his nickname is Fat Benny — Unbridled Faith puts Biblical quotes into practical equine context.

Comparing the words of Esther to a horse refusing to load puts an entirely new spin onto these old stories!

While this book is clearly aimed at Christian audiences, there’s nothing here that couldn’t be enjoyed by a spiritual person who is simply looking for some sensible thoughts in what could hardly be called a sensible point in history.

After all, we all know our horses live much more practically than we do. We know that if a horse doesn’t want to get into a trailer, there’s a reason. There’s a backstory. We know we have to work that out and gain our horse’s trust. How does that play into our daily lives? How can we use that horse sense we’ve acquired over the years, to do better in the circumstances and situations off the farm?

Or on the farm, heaven knows we all run into trouble in our barns often enough.

The great news is, I’m offering this lovely hardcover book as a giveaway! Many thanks to Thomas Nelson and HarperCollins Christian Publishing for making this book available as a prize.

Just comment on this blog post between today and midnight Sunday, June 24 to enter. You can share something funny or wise a horse has taught you, or you can just comment “pick me pick me!” – whatever works for you. I’ll pick a comment number using Random.org’s random number generator on Monday, June 25 and be in touch with the winner for your mailing address.

It’s that easy, but you can read the Sweepstakes Rules too (fun!!!):

  • Entries must be made between publication on June 16 and 23:59 June 24, 2018.
  • Entry is in the form of a comment on this blog post.
  • Entry is limited to U.S. residents and mainland U.S. mailing addresses.
  • Prize is (1) hardcover copy of Unbridled Faith: 100 Devotions from the Horse Farm. Value: $16.99
  • Winner will be notified by email via the account registered to make the blog comment.
  • Prize delivery will be within 2 weeks of receipt of winner’s mailing address. Not responsible for lost or stolen packages or undeliverable status from the post office.
  • No purchase necessary – void where prohibited – the entries received determine the odds of winning

Learn more about Unbridled Faith: 100 Devotions from the Horse Farm here.

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Now leave a comment to win!