A Horse To Die For [MultiFormat]
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eBook by Carolyn Banks
eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Humor
eBook Description: Who's beating a dead horse? Certainly not die-hard horse aficionado Robin Vaughan. She would never lay a hand on any four-legged creature, least of all the magnificent horse her friend Lola had just received as a Christmas gift. But Robin suspects that beautiful Noel isn't quite the horse he seems. For one thing, he killed his last owner. For another, he bears an uncanny resemblance to a horse called Wickie, who haunts Robin's past and whom she knows to be dead. In fact, she'd swear that Noel is Wickie. But can she prove it? She decides to try, and uncovers a scam so far-fetched it can hardly be believed and a villain too repellent to be real. But he's not only real, he's deadly dangerous, and Robin's on a breakneck ride with destiny--toward confrontation, truth, and terminal terror... [Genres: Mystery / Detective / Humor]
eBook Publisher: Amber Quill Press, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: February 2007
6 Reader Ratings:
"Carolyn Banks has a sense of style and wit."--The New York Times
"Crisply flip dialogue is [Banks's] metier."--Los Angeles Times
"This is the first novel by Ms. Banks that this reviewer had the immense pleasure of reading and reviewing and hopes it will not be the last...The type of book that has a timeless quality to it, along with having a general audience rating that someone in their early teens and beyond could read and savor. Between the whodunit and the tickling humor, there is not one dull moment in this book. This reviewer highly recommends this wonderful tale of a horse-loving woman and the unbelievable situations she finds herself in time and time again."--Love Romances And More
"Will you look at that?" Lola said, amazed. "I think this boy's been hobbled."
Hobbled is an old-fashioned way of confining a horse by tying his front legs together. It's cheaper than fences and it does keep them from galloping off. It was probably done by cowboys out on the open range, but other than that, you don't see it, not here.
Except I had seen it before, at a farm about sixty miles away. I had seen a horse do exactly what this guy, Noel, was doing. It had been a horse who was the very same color, too: brown.
It wasn't anything I wanted to think about, but I couldn't stop the images from rolling once they had begun.
The horse, legs bent just this way, grazing.
And a few hours later, the horse flat on the ground, dead.
What was his name, that horse?
Wickie. Short for Wickingham.
One of Louanne Perry's horses.
It was the reason Noel had looked familiar when I'd first seen him yesterday. Because he was Wickie, the dead horse Wickie resurrected. Oh, God.
"What's the matter with you?" Lola said. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."
I smiled wanly.