A VERY COUNTRY CHRISTMAS
Release - Oct 2015
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'A great treat for readers who love their books jam-packed with sexy men and horses.' Bestselling author Fiona Walker
It’s time to get back in the saddle with a special gift from me to you - a FREE Christmas novella.
Find out more about 'Stable Mates' HERE, and check out 'Country Affairs' HERE.
A short Christmas story of three courses.
Love is in the air in Tippermere as Lottie dreams of a white Christmas with no trimmings – other than her hot and hunky eventer, Rory. But things are never quite that simple on the Tipping House Estate.
Festive fervour takes over and it isn’t all seasonal peace and goodwill as expectations rise and it soon escalates from cosy dinner for two, to all the trimmings for ten!
With missing turkeys, loose horses, troublesome terriers and randy huntsmen, Lottie is hard pushed to find time for a kiss under the mistletoe, let alone find the opportunity to woo Rory with her sexy Santa costume.
But there is only one thing Lottie really wants for Christmas, and only one man can deliver it…
'Another cracking Tippermere story! ... Sit back, relax and enjoy a sexy romp this Christmas! Highly recommended!'
'Very funny will appeal all not just horse lovers. Think Bridget Jones in the Country.'
'Christmas magic from Tippermere - a fabulous sparkly festive read'
'I want to cry. It's so sweet. So beautiful. She did a great job. I loved it. Funny.'
'perfect for getting you in the festive mood. I am also really looking forward to reading more about the lovely village of Tippermere in the author’s previous books, Stable Mates and Country Affairs. A Very Country Christmas is laugh out loud funny '
'Easy to read and funny, horse lovers and dog lovers won't be disappointed.'
'If you, like I, enjoy the worlds created by authors such as Trisha Ashley, Alexandra Brown, and Jilly Cooper, you will become a fast fan of Zara Stoneley.'
Chapter 1 – The Season of Goodwill
“Bugger." Lottie Brinkley stared at her mobile phone and for a nanosecond thought about pretending she’d never seen the text. But that would be mean, completely devoid of Christmas goodwill and well, quite frankly could prove to be a positively disastrous course of action.
Tab could be a bit of a diva at times, but that was when she wasn’t getting her own way. She wasn’t the type to get hysterical about nothing, so ‘Emergency. Urgent. Come NOW’ suggested there could be a real problem.
Lottie tapped out ‘OK’ and slipped her phone back into her pocket. When a vibration had announced an incoming text she’d rather hoped it would be a flirty message from Rory, like ‘KOW I’m on my way’ (which was an abbreviation not to be found in any urban dictionary and stood for Knickers Off Wench), which might be a bit rude, but so was Rory. He could actually be quite soppy and romantic, but that wasn’t really how their relationship worked. They were more jokey, flirty, and fun. She didn’t need declarations of undying love (well an occasional one was quite nice), because she knew he loved her as much as she loved him, and having a man who could throw her over his shoulder, or make her laugh until she cried was far better than a man who swore his allegiance and whisked her away for expensive meals (and after all posh food could be very fattening).
Although, whilst her mind was on allegiance, it would actually be quite nice to have a symbol of commitment. Like the engagement ring she’d been expecting since he’d dramatically proposed in front of half of Tippermere and a host of photographers back in September.
A small sigh escaped Lottie’s lips. It had been the most romantic thing he had ever done, the most romantic thing that had ever happened to her. He’d marched into the room like a knight in shining armour ready to fight off all competition. Not that the man she’d been about to dance with had been competition, he’d just been a friend. And there was no actual shining armour. Rory had been in breeches, boots and jacket, so more Mr Darcy than musketeer, but he’d looked so incredibly handsome. She’d always thought he looked fit, but he’d really made an effort, even if he had run his fingers through his curls returning his hair to its normal unruly state as he’d headed down the red carpet towards her. But he’d looked so masterful, and dashing as he’d gone down on one knee. The only man she’d ever wanted.
And then nothing. Life had just gone back to normal.