Release - September 2014
Paperback - November 2014
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The first book in the fabulous Tippermere series! All the books are standalone novels - but discover the full story by reading all of them in order.
'A great treat for readers who love their books jam-packed with sexy men and horses.' Bestselling author Fiona Walker
‘Fans of Fiona Walker will love this book’ - ThatThingSheReads
Welcome to tranquil Tippermere, an idyllic village nestled deep in the Cheshire countryside. Home to lords and ladies, horsemen and farmers, and plenty of secrets and scandals…
Leaving a scumbag ex behind her, Lottie Brinkley has hotfooted it out of Spain and back home to the country in serious need of some flirtatious fun to soothe her aching heart.
Luckily for her she’s spoilt for choice with not one but three eligible bachelors offering a steamy romp in the hay! But faced with the attentions of roguish eventer Rory Steel, the smiling Irish eyes of hunky farrier Mick O’Neal, and mysterious newcomer Tom Strachan, how can she possibly choose?
When billionaire landowner Marcus James drops dead unexpectedly, his WAGish wife Amanda threatens to sell the heart of the village and sets her sights on Tom! It seems things are heating up for little Tippermere… both in and out of the saddle.
Enjoyed Stable Mates? Don't miss the follow up 'Country Affairs' - find out more HERE.
The third book in the series is 'Country Rivals' (more info), and don't miss the hilarious Christmas free short story 'A Very Country Christmas' (more info).
'A delightful romp peppered with humour, sadness, scandal and steamy sex.'
'...reminded me of Jilly Cooper whose books I grew up with. Stable Mates is up there with Riders and Rivals. If you loved these books then you will love this one'
'...the perfect mix of horsey shenanigans, Cheshire glamour and flirty fun.'
'Fans of Fiona Walker and Jo Carnegie’s Churchminister series will love this book as it has the same mix of wonderful characters and frivolous fun, along with an interesting plot. I laughed all the way through this book and really hope she writes a follow up as I’d love to read more about these characters.'
'...reminded me of the Tilly Bagshawe novels I love, with all the scandal and drama. I don’t think I’ve read another author who writes in that kind of style without finding negative comparisons but Zara Stoneley comes into her own'
'a really impressive read.'
'Fun, Frothy & a Good Weekend Read'
'It was very vivid in the telling and made me laugh throughout. I give nothing but kudos to all things related to "the wedding". It was perfect and everything you wonder about as you flip through Tatler.''an unexpected FUN read that should not be missed by anyone. I would say I laughed at almost every page! '
“I think he’s dead.”
Rory Steel had been enjoying, in his semi-conscious state, a particularly gratifying dream where he was just about to clear the last cross country hurdle that stood between him and the gallop down the home straight, when his mobile had started to buzz like an irritated hornet inches from his ear. He’d picked it up automatically, horse suspended mid leap.
“Shit, you’re kidding.” The horse dissolved, along with his dream of a perfect round, as he sat bolt upright. Something he instantly regretted as a sledgehammer came into contact with his skull and church bells started ringing in his ears. “Fucking hell.” As he sank back onto a soft pillow, clutching his throbbing head, Rory briefly wondered if the caller had been making a pronouncement of his own demise, then decided that was rubbish. It hurt too much.
And he could see faint outlines in the dark that surrounded him, and surely death was a total blackout? He prodded his temples experimentally and decided his head probably wasn’t about to disintegrate in a bloody mess. But, where the hell was he?
From somewhere in the general direction of his feet came an indignant disembodied voice, which meant he hadn’t flung the phone far. Now all he had to do was find it, without causing himself grievous bodily harm.
Rory put an exploratory hand out. And came into contact with skin; soft, warm skin that definitely wasn’t his own. And it all came flooding back with clarity. He was in a horsebox, crammed into the bulk head bed, with a tin roof only a foot or so above him. Which explained the ringing in his ears. And he was with Lottie.
“Bugger off.” She pushed his hand away, her voice groggy with sleep.
“I was trying to find the light switch.”
“Not heard it called that before.”
The phone was squawking, more desperate by the second, from its mystery location.
“What’s that funny noise?” The words came out on a yawn as Lottie stretched, groaning as her foot came into contact with the wall.
“Well bloody answer it.” She rolled over and buried her head under the pillow, and his hand shifted to the dip in her waist. Drifted down to her hip. He liked Lottie’s hips.
“Proper child bearing hips these.” His fingers tightened, in sympathy with other parts of his body.
“Huh, you mean big.” She didn’t sound as drowsy now as she swatted at his hand again and shifted onto her back. “And don’t you dare go back to playing with my boobs. Answer the phone.”
“I can’t find the bloody thing in the dark, can I?” He groped further down her body, which earned him a slap, and finally his fingers closed around the lump of hard plastic. Just as Lottie flicked the light on. She was shaking her head at him.
“And you’re just so fuckable.” He blew her a kiss and stared openly at her naked body. He’d missed a lot of things about Lottie while she’d been gone, but that glorious body had been his first thought when he’d heard she was heading back.