Release - May 2016
Paperback - August 2016
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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 the third story in the best selling Tippermere series! All the books are standalone novels - but discover the full story by reading all of them in order.
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Dashing eventer Rory is ready to button up his breeches and settle down. His gorgeous wife, Lottie, wants a bank balance in the black so she can protect the beautiful family estate for future generations.
But with the wedding business at Tipping House going up in flames, and rumours that it was arson not accident, Lottie begins to wonder who she can trust with her future.
Tranquil Tippermere is under siege as movies moguls and insurance investigators invade the countryside, and as events gather pace rescue plans start to look too good to be true, and intentions may not be as honourable as they seem.
As a moody, but definitely marvellous, polo player enters the fray and squares up to the eventing hero of Tippermere, does Lottie stand to lose her husband as well as her home?
'This is the perfect mix of comedy, love, heartbreak, mystery, horses and dogs. It will have you laughing in one moment and reaching for the tissues at another. And if you are anything like me.... chomping at the bit for the next instalment.' Booky Ramblings of a Neurotic Mum
'What do you do when your guilty pleasure is reading Jilly Cooper novels, but Jilly hasn't written a book for years? Read Zara Stoneley, of course. The Tippermere series is a FANTASTIC read, and this, the third instalment is brilliant. ' Reading Room with a View
'...mayhem, misunderstanding and mystery that make this fast paced story an engaging read. ‘Country rivals’ is full of humour, passion and poignancy.' Jane Hunt
'So if you want a fun and flirty read full of glamour with some hot and heavy romance on the side all set in the most enviable location then this is the book for you!' mychestnutreadingtree
'Brilliant story, I could re-read time and time again.' Echoes In An Empty Room
'This installment is as addictive as the others, with some hilarious and down right heart breaking moments. Seriously, read the entire series people.' Nikki Mahood
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‘Jam packed with horses, dogs, beautiful countryside, crazy characters and a wonderful sense of community...........please let me live in Tippermere!'
'I have a question…WHY ISN’T THIS A TV SERIES ALREADY???'
'Packed with fun, frolics, and an unforgettable cast of characters, Country Affairs is a must-read this summer!'
'will also have you laughing til your sides hurt. Not to mention those scenes that will tug at your heart strings'
'a romantic, squeezy-bum type of sexy read that’s just perfect to enjoy with a few of Lady E’s famously strong G&Ts!'
'incredibly funny read, full of warmth, happiness and this bubbly feeling of optimism and sunshine, and what’s more, with a real depth to it.'
'so well written its like your there too!!'
'Hilarious, sexy and so much fun!'
Jamie Trilling had worked on enough film sets to know the sound of a shotgun being closed. It was a heavy clunk. Distinctive. The type of sound that vibrated in the still night air.
His fingers froze mid text.
Before he even had time to look up from his mobile phone there was the metallic echo of a safety catch being released and he knew he had to move. He couldn’t. His tongue stuck to the parched roof of his mouth, and his throat – along with the rest of his crouched body – tightened with fear.
The shotgun barked out an unmistakable message, peppering his hands, his face, his hair with a shower of dark, peaty earth, and sending a rush of adrenalin that shocked him out of his stupor.
Jamie dived straight into the nearest rhododendron bush, catching a brief flash of a ghostly figure shimmering in the moonlight before his body hit the ground and the breath was knocked out of him.
For a moment all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing, then the crisp snap of twigs told him that whoever, or whatever, had shot at him was about to get a second chance.
He was too young to die, and if he did have to go he’d not planned on it being under a bush in the middle of nowhere. His mother would never forgive him.
Jamie swallowed hard. If this was the movies he’d be rolling his way out of trouble and have his assailant in an arm-lock and disarmed before the next bullet had been loaded. But it was real life and his arm bloody hurt from landing on an exposed root. Lying paralysed in the greenery was so pathetic though. And for what? If he hadn’t relied on bloody Pandora he’d have arrived in daylight and knocked at the door, not been skulking in the undergrowth, in the middle of night, with only a camera for company.
There was another crack of brittle wood, alarmingly close this time, and a rustle of leaves and Jamie shut his eyes.
‘Damned ramblers. I’ll give you the right to roam, you buggers.’ The unmistakably posh, and female, voice was unexpected. ‘Think you own the blasted countryside.’ There was the sound of a path being hacked out between him and her. He opened one eye, and through the shrubbery could just make out a green wellington boot. Not a ghost, then. ‘Come out and show yourself, man, before I pepper your backside with shot.’
It was a turn of events he really hadn’t expected, and it was all beginning to feel a bit surreal. A bad dream. Except it would take a better imagination than his to conjure up the painful throb in his elbow.
Jamie groaned. Two minutes earlier he’d been crouched in the undergrowth gazing at the image on his camera display like some self-satisfied goon who’d won the lottery. Now he was about to die. Or worse.