Something Special About Growing up in a Small Town


There’s something special about growing up in a small town, my name for a Main Street town. Like the song says, you know everybody and everybody knows you…and their parents might as well be yours, if you stepped out of line. But they were always there for you, just like your own parents, whenever you needed them.

 

My true home town…plus there are two bars and two churches not shown…used to be a gas station, but that was even before my time. The trailer at the fire station is new, though!

I live half a world away from there now, but if I wandered back tomorrow, they’d still be there for me, as I’d be for them.

 

People are there for each other in a small town. Many I know grew up in cities and never knew their neighbours. Now they’re adults, they still don’t know the people up and down their street. I don’t get it. I couldn’t live with myself—being so close to others and never even knowing them, what’s going on in their lives, if they’re okay. They look at me blankly when I ask.

My adopted High School town–where I nearly stayed. 🙂 xxx

 

What I Learned in a Small Town

I learned gratitude in a small town, and love, respect, and caring. How looking after others was important. Sure, it got me into some binds when I left that small town for the big smoke…but I survived, because I knew there were still many, many people back there in my family, but not of my blood, who loved me. Unconditionally.

 

4-H. Without it, and its caring parent leaders, I’m sure I’d never, ever, have gotten into Veterinary School at UC Davis! I pay it back when I can. Small towns taught me this.

 

I wish more people had the opportunity to grow up in a small town, or in a “small town in a big city”. I’m sure they exist. While people, wherever they live, are getting “closer via the internet”, often it’s merely virtual—further away from real human and animal contact, the thing which makes us “human”. In a small town or rural area, people still get the contact, because their friends and families are still there for them.

 

 

Without this contact, it becomes that much easier for people to hide away and not get the care and love they crave, but fear to request. Some retreat from the world, disappear, but others become increasingly capable of “inhuman” actions.

 

I know, this is more morose than my usual post, but there has to be an answer. We’ve lived in one of the most peaceful times in history, in the States, Canada and New Zealand. I think it blinds us a bit to what much of the rest of the world experiences daily.

 

Can we help create small towns wherever we are?

Can we begin to show those around us, city or town, some interest, care, compassion? Whoever they are? Maybe that neighbour who doesn’t talk with anyone is afraid to try? Maybe they just truly want to be left alone, but what if they didn’t? And you made the difference to their life? Go outside and do some fun things together with others…

 

Starting small, one candle at a time, we can create a small town anywhere…

One candle at a time, we can light up the world.

If we’re willing to take that step outside ourselves.

You never know the difference it might make,

To someone.

I think that’s why I was so pleased to be offered a place with Authors of Main Street. It felt a little like coming home. A group of people who support each other, cheer with each other, and sometimes, cry with each other. Now we’re putting out another “sweet” romance boxed set for Christmas. There’s a lot of care going out in one big package.

 

I hope it gives you some positivity and warm feelings as the weather turns colder for those of you in the Northern Hemisphere.

 

Take the chance to share a little of your light.

Xx

Lizzi

 

 

Seeing as this is my last blog post before the 12 October release of our new Christmas Boxed set, I thought I’d post Chapter Three of Once Upon a Vet School for you. It’s one of the nine complete stories in our set. No teasers in our sets! The previous two chapters are in my last two posts, in case you missed them!

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Once Upon a Vet School #7 is now available for preorder as part of our new boxed set at

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Amazon!

It’ll be delivered to your Kindle on 12 October! Only a few days away!!!

I hope you enjoy reading all the stories. I sure have loved the ones I got to beta!

All your favorite Main Street authors have stories tucked inside. Remember, we are an international group so everyone’s Main Street is a little different. But don’t you think that’s what makes it fun?

These are clean stories you don’t have to hide from the children, and of course the same wonderful quality that you’ve come to expect from us. They’d make a great Christmas gift for just about anyone on your list.

And if you have any horse lovers in the family, expect your Kindle to vanish while they read  my novella!

All though September and October, you’ve been reading snippets of these stories, which are all complete and brand new stories!

So grab your 99c copy today! It will be delivered to your Kindle on October 12, USA time. There’s not a sinker in the bunch, so read them all!

What’s Christmas without a little romance?

 

xx

Lizzi

 

And here’s your excerpt!

 

Once Upon a Vet School  #7   Lena Takes a Foal

CHAPTER  THREE

 

Dr. Rye was our lecturer for Wednesday’s Equine Surgery lecture, so I didn’t have to see Ki—Dr. Allen, and my focus in class was impeccable.

It seems all I had to do was think of Kit for my face to heat up, and it was starting to look like I had it bad. Maybe that’s why I nearly dropped a container of colostrum when his voice came from over my shoulder as I struggled to get into a comfortable position, half-kneeling, halfway underneath a mare in the Large Animal ICU stall.

“What the heck are you doing under there?” he growled.

“What does it look like? Milking a mare,” I said, my voice shaky. It had taken the better part of a half hour to milk this much out of her, never mind having to do it in strange contortions around my non-bending limb.

“Does your supervisor know what your leg looks like?” He frowned.

That got my attention. I whipped my head around to see if my boss had heard him and nearly tipped over, then clambered the rest of the way to my feet.

“Please Ki—Dr. Allen, please don’t say anything to Frank. I need the hours—I can’t feed that horse or me without it.” I was pleading, now.

“You’re a pain in the rear, you know?” Kit shook his head. “But you’re a trier, I’ll give you that. Hasn’t anyone shown you how to milk a mare with a syringe?”

“A syringe? I think she might object.” I had to grin at that. “She’s really been good—hasn’t moved a muscle for me all this time,” I said, wrapping my arms around the mare’s neck and burying my steaming face in her mane. She whuffled softly as she nosed my bottom, then returned to her hay.

He stroked the mare, while he looked over her back at the premature foal sleeping in the straw.

“Is he nursing yet?”

“His suck reflex is improving a little, but we’re still tubing him with colostrum every few hours,” I said.

“Want to learn to milk a mare…a little faster?”

“You bet.” He had my full attention, now.

“Sit down and put that leg up while I do this.”

I sat, thankful to get my weight off it for a moment, while he searched the cabinet drawers for a big syringe and pulled the plunger out.

“You cut off the business end of the clear part, here,” he began sawing at it with a pocket knife, “then turn the plunger around.” When he was finished, he handed the contraption to me.

I stared at it, with no idea how to begin.

“You place the smooth end around the mare’s teat,” he grinned, “and slowly draw down on the plunger.”

“Seriously?” I jumped to my feet with a wince and tried it. With only gentle pressure on the plunger, the golden, syrupy colostrum just flowed into the syringe. I shook my head and swore softly.

“Works, doesn’t it?” He grinned.

“I can’t believe it,” I breathed. “Thank you so much.” If he wasn’t my hero before, he surely was now.

“That should speed it up a little.”

I filled the rest of my container in three minutes flat.

“I’ve spent…you don’t want to know how long…getting that same volume…” My voice dwindled off and I gazed at him. If student ICU techs hugged residents, I would have.

He took one look at me, then backed away, the beginnings of a smile running screaming from his face.

“Good, well—” he muttered, and spun toward the patient bulletin board, his knuckles so white on the pen in his hand, I thought I’d be cleaning up plastic fragments.

I shook my head and filled another container with the precious golden liquid while he stared fixedly at the pink treatment sheets. His fingers had relaxed, and now he merely played with his pager buttons.

“How is that mare, Charlotte, over in C-Barn?” he called across the room.

“I’m on my way over there now, thanks to your milking gadget. Without it, I’d have been ages longer.”

His narrowed brows softened and the corners of his mouth even lifted a little.

“No worries,” he said.

I stifled a chuckle. Sounded like he’s been hanging out with the new Kiwi Equine Repro resident. New Zealand idioms were popping up all over the vet school. I covered the beakers of colostrum, put one into the fridge, and left the other out for the little guy’s next feed.

“So why,” he remarked, under his breath, “the heck are you working? You should have that leg up somewhere, not running around barns making it worse.”

“I already told you why,” I hissed, glancing around. “It’s been up long enough. Time for exercise, Doc. Soon I’ll be a hundred percent again.”

He shook his head.

“You said you were a farrier before you became a vet,” I said, changing the subject.

“Yes, I was. Why?” He looked sideways at me.

“I spend as much time in the farrier shop here as Sean will have me, but they’re all client horses, so I can’t trim them. I’d like to learn.”

He flicked a glance my way.

“Why do you want to trim feet? You’re training to be a vet, not a shoer.”

“Horses depend on their feet for their living. It’s important they’re right.”

“It’s a lot like hard work.” His brow wrinkled, and he looked away for a moment.

“Way I figure it,” I said, “horse vets need to know about feet—and the fastest way to lose an owner’s confidence is to mangle a shoe removal or basic trim. I don’t want to be a farrier, but I’d sure like to be able to pull a shoe and decently trim and balance a hoof.”

His eyes lit up and his lips slowly formed a twisted grin.

I couldn’t help beaming back. Encouraged, I rattled on.

“I’ve spent a lot of time reading about feet, but I haven’t had the opportunity to actually trim them.” I fell silent for a moment, waiting, but Kit didn’t offer.

He turned away and began looking at records.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, then turned back toward the fridge and stared at it, unseeing.

“Guess I’ll have to take a farrier course when I’m done with vet school. Doesn’t look like I’ll learn much about trimming here,” I mumbled, half to myself, half to the fridge.

Behind me, Kit sighed.

“I could teach you,” he said.

I spun to stare at him, just as he blinked, as if he didn’t quite believe he’d just said that.

“Would you? Would you really?” I was stunned. After his last words, I truly hadn’t expected him to say that.

He swallowed hard, then nodded.

“Yep,” he said. “There are plenty of horses in the research herds that could use a bit of attention.”

“When can we start?” I was so excited, I nearly forgot to breathe.

His jaw tensed as he held his own breath in silence for long moments.

“I’ll make you a deal,” he finally said.

I narrowed my brows at him. This couldn’t be good.

“You do only what you absolutely must on that leg for two more weeks, and then if it’s significantly better, I’ll take you out and teach you to trim feet. Mind you, they’re pretty unkempt, and they’ll be a bit rough to handle—”

“—oh please?” I interrupted. Oh cripes, I was begging to do feet…but I meant it.

“Yes,” he sighed, “but remember the conditions, eh?”

“Got it loud and clear, Doc,” I said, and hobbled on before him, eager to show him the progress Charlotte had made since he’d changed the heel elevation of the shoe on her injured leg.

***

“Hey, want to go for some pizza?” one of the girls in my class asked the students standing around me.

“Yeah, let’s go. I’ve got room for one more in my car, Miranda,” one of the guys said, and walked past me to steer her in the right direction, without a glance at me.

I took a deep breath and shook my head, riffling through my pack for my schedule to see what else I needed to do before heading home.

Maybe I was just born different.

But horses liked me…and men, until they got to know me—usually too well, too soon. And then they’d disappear. I couldn’t seem to get that one figured out. My female friends usually kicked me from here to Christmas when I did it…again. I only gave the guys what they asked for…and then they despised me for—

—with a shudder, I saw it—in black and white on the page and my heart hits my boots.

Oh hell. My cousin’s wedding is tomorrow.

More people. I closed my eyes and sank down onto the nearest planter box.

“You okay?” Jess walked up and dropped her pack next to me. “How’s the leg?”

I sighed and let my bag slide to the ground, too.

“Okay, but I’ve a wedding tomorrow.”

“Why so glum? I love weddings. I’ll go.”

“Fine, you go in my place,” I said, and gritted my teeth.

“What’s not to like about a wedding?” She scrunched her face up.

“Too many people, all in one place. When your parents and grandparents all have retail stores, it doesn’t matter if you’re an introvert—you still need to serve the customers and act extroverted, regardless.”

“Probably the best thing they ever did for you—probably helped you get into vet school.”

“Yeah, maybe, but it makes my heart hurt.”

“You’re pretty extroverted now,” she said.

“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? I tell myself it doesn’t matter what people think of me…but it’s not true,” I whispered. “Nobody, even you, gets that I’m terrified—of what they might say, what they might do. At least horses and dogs love you when they love you, even if it’s just cupboard love—and they don’t bother to lie or make promises they won’t keep.”

Jess blinked and stared at me.

“The thought of going to a wedding brought out all that?”

“Well, yes. I mean, the ceremonies are all right. I usually even cry. And the dancing’s good, if there’s someone there who can swing dance…but the rest isn’t so hot…drunk people who want to get close,” I shuddered, “and think it’s okay because it’s a wedding.”

“True. You don’t do drunks, period. I’ve seen that.” Jess put an arm over my shoulders and gave me a hug.

“I can usually escape into a kitchen,” I said, with a hint of a grin. “I hate weddings with caterers, though. No escape hatch.”

“Didn’t you used to work for a catering company when you were an undergraduate? How’d you deal with that?”

“They didn’t maul the kitchen minions. Hey,” I grinned, “that’s an idea. I can take along a black skirt and white blouse…and just disappear into the woodwork.”

“So where is it?” Jess said, shaking her head and chuckling.

“At my Aunt’s ranch.”

“What’s wrong with that? She’s the one with all the horses, right? If the kitchen trick doesn’t work, you could always head for the stables.”

“That’s why I love you so much, Jess. You get it.”

“Yep,” she said. “Are you done feeling sorry for yourself? Because I’m hungry.”

“Aren’t you always?”

She beamed back at me. She’s a tall, gorgeous beanpole and eats whatever she wants. I am eternally jealous.

***

“Oh, Lena, how’s Sunshine been?” The new resident, Dr. Masters, nodded at a post-op colic horse standing with one hind leg cocked, his tail lazily twitching at a fly in the ICU stall beside her.

“He’s looking good,” I said, with a smile, and reached for a second fluid bottle. “He grazes well, ate his feed tonight, and started my shift with a full flake of hay. It’s half gone now.”

“Good, so he’s eating again…” Dr. Masters looked down at the horse’s record in her hand and cocked her head, brows coming together a little. “Have you been writing up the records?”

“If I can squeeze in the time, I do.” My face heated, and I bit my lip.

Did she mind?

“As busy as it is today? You don’t have to do that,” she said. “It’s my job to write them from your treatment sheets entries. You have enough to do.”

I blinked.

“Seriously? You residents never even get time to sleep. If you’d rather write them up, that’s fine, but if not, I’m happy to help.”

“Thanks Lena,” she said, with a sigh. “It’s appreciated. Make you a deal. If you think it’ll be good for your training, go ahead and do them if you want. I’ll critique and sign them off.”

“Really?”

“Sure. Happy to.”

“I’m after all the practice I can get,” I said, as Dr. Masters picked up a stack of records and ferried them toward the office. I jumped when I saw Kit already there, head down over his papers, scribbling for all he was worth. I hadn’t seen him come in. Butterflies bashing to escape my stomach walls, I shivered and turned on my bad leg with two, five-liter glass fluid bottles in my arms. I only just managed to keep my feet, and keep the profanity under my breath on my way to the barns. I really must learn to pay attention, even if the illustrious Dr. Allen was present.

Our residents, all of them, made me smile. For people, they’re pretty awesome, especially after my exposure to the wedding crowd last week. I’d survived, but only just. Ended up grooming horses in my silk dress. By the end of it, I could have come out of the pages of a Thelwell book—the sequence of drawings where a tidy rider begins all dressed for a show with the shaggy, muddy beast she’d evidently just pulled from the paddock…and their magical transformation to a gleaming, braided pony beside an exhausted and filthy ragamuffin with a trashed riding habit.

In C-Barn, I pulled the rope to raise the caged fluid bottle high above Cotillion. The palomino swung her head around and whickered at someone’s approach.

Kit. My heart jerked and I swallowed hard.

He reached out to the mare and she lipped at his fingers as our eyes met and held.

“How’s she going?”

“Her IV drip had stopped, but I’ve fixed it,” I said. “She’s looking a lot brighter than yesterday.”

“You know, you don’t have to write up records.” Kit looked at me sideways.

“I don’t have long until I get to be a real vet…and I need all the help I can get.”

“You’re doing pretty damn well already,” Kit said, his brows lowering. “Most third year students haven’t even tried procedures you do every shift as an ICU tech.”

“Yeah, well, that’s why I wanted to work here,” I said. “Even with this hospital’s big equine case load, the time in clinics is too short for me. I seem a bit slow to learn things.”

He rolled his eyes at that.

“You’re doing just what you need to be doing, and makin’ a good job of it.”

“It’d be nice if other people thought so,” I said, biting my lip. The black plastic cap from the new fluid bottle clicked into place as I shoved it onto the empty one.

“Who doesn’t think so?”

“Nobody,” I said, to my feet.

“Who?”

“I’m a pain in the neck, apparently, to my class.”

“I’d bet no resident or prof would say that,” Kit said, but he squirmed a little.

I swallowed hard. Guess he thought so, too. Must be my questions in class. I truly didn’t do it to show off. I just wanted to understand. If I learned it wrong the first time…

“Maybe if you kept your head down a little in cla—” Kit started.

“Seriously, you too?” I shook my head. And I’d thought…but that wasn’t worth thinking about, clearly. “Is there anything else you’d like to know about this horse, Dr. Allen?” In my iciest tone.

“Now don’t go gettin’ all huffy, I’m only trying to help.”

“Thank you for your concern.” I don’t imagine it sounded overly grateful, coming from between gritted teeth.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.

“Okay, if you want to be that way about it,” he said. “Thanks, anyway, for taking such good care of the horses.”

“Any time,” I spat out, tucked my bottles beneath my arms, and bolted for B-Barn, the hemostats and stethoscope clipped to my scrubs swinging with every hop.

***

My alarm shocked me out of whatever pleasant dream had cocooned me. I smacked it on its head, then lay blinking at the sunshine streaming through the jasmine vines that waved in the open window. Their sweet, heady scent heavy in the early morning air. I rolled over, then sat bolt upright.

Today was the day.

My two weeks of penance were up. I had an appointment to make with a certain resident to trim feet. I stilled, though, thinking about our last meeting. I’d certainly have to apologize. I should’ve done it last week, but what can I say? I was gutless. After a deep breath to settle my butterflies into place, I shot out of bed and leapt into my clothes.

“What’s the hurry, girl? It’s early yet,” Tamarah said, dodging the gooey tennis ball the Lab spat at her from two feet away.

“Susie’s aim is improving.” I laughed. “Soon she won’t miss. I’m off.”

“You really are better,” she said, looking down at my leg.

“Amazing what a little water, sitting in the sun massaging, and jumping rope has done.” Most of the odd colors were gone and it was down to nearly normal size.

“So can you ride your bike yet?”

“Did it yesterday,” I nodded, pouring uncooked oats into a bowl. “Felt fine.”

“One lucky girl,” she said, and disappeared into her room, followed by the bouncing dog.

I wolfed my breakfast and shot across town. The only fly in the ointment was my treatment of Kit the other day. I chewed my lip over it while I waited outside K—I shook my head at myself—Dr. Allen’s office door. He arrived after only a few minutes, so I didn’t have long to stew.

“You all right?” He gave me a quizzical look.

“If I were any better, I’d be twins.” Cocky cover-up, with the butterflies bashing away inside me and my face doubtless bright red. “Um…Dr. Allen,” I groped for words, while I fisted the sides of my shirt, “I’m sorry about my attitude last week.” I dropped my eyes to the linoleum. “I had no call to jump down your throat like that—I’m…just a bit sensitive about the topic.”

“It’s okay, I understand.” Kit tried for a smile and shook his head, then he glanced down at my leg, below my running shorts. And froze in his fumbling with his door key. “What have you done with it?”

“Worked on it? It’s much better…” My heart sank. I thought it looked better…but maybe I was getting ahead of myself.

“It’s amazing.” He blinked, and stared again. “I’ve never seen bruises change that fast. How’d you do it?”

“I had motivation,” I said, resuming breathing again, and told him how, then continued. “I…I wanted to see if we could please make a time to go out and do feet.”

“You sure you’re ready for that?” He winced, glancing at the offending leg.

“I can jump rope, I rode my bicycle over here, and I’ve been working.”

“There’s still swelling on the front of the shin.”

“It seems to be a split muscle—it now sits over the top, see?” I propped my foot up on a handy chair and showed him.

“You’re right,” he said, his face coloring. “Well, I guess we’ve got a date.”

I gulped, at the same time he shuddered and stepped backward.

“Ah…” I said, backpaddling.

“Let me check my calendar,” he said in a rush, then tried a few more times to get the key into the lock.

If we weren’t both so uncomfortable, it would have been comic. As for me, tempting as he might be, it was time to take care of myself—and that didn’t include getting my heart burned again.

For quite some time in the foreseeable future.

 

ENJOY!

Again, if you wish to preorder Christmas Babies on Main Street, by Authors of Main Street, click here!  It’s only 99c$  What a deal!

Merry Christmas, early!

xx

Lizzi

Medicine, Vet Med and Horses…What do They Have in Common???


 

HI Everyone! Happy Monday!

Just back from RWNZ Conference in lovely Rotorua!  Hot pools, writing and meeting some fantastic writers and speakers!

One was Kristen Lamb, from Texas!

I loved this article from her website…it could be of real help to any of you out there writing, especially if you’re including issues about medical care, hospitals, emergency care, etc.

 

This article highlights some of the challenges I have, (but in a human medical sense) when I read novels including horses or veterinary care for horses, written by people who might have a fondness (or not) for horses…but no experience.

Tiggie says not to do silly things with horses… It worries him…………………………

 

 

 

 

 

 

When a horse-savvy or vet-savvy reader reads things that do just not happen, or are pretty stupid, things a horse handler would never do or say, disbelief in the author skyrockets…and I (or your readers) may just lay down your book right then…and never come back.

That’s why it’s so important to get those facts right!  If you don’t have the knowledge, find someone who does, or take classes to learn about it!

Maya Horse wants you to be horse-savvy before you write about his cousins…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Now it’s your turn!

Have you ever read a book where a character does something that’s just #TSTL, or Too Stupid To Live, with a horse, or other animal?   Doing something that is bound to get them or their horse/s killed?

Have you ever read about a character who’s a vet...and they do something that just doesn’t make any sense, or is likely to get their patient, the owner, or themselves killed (other than the inherent danger of being an equine or large animal) ?

How would you write it differently?

Tell us about it!  Without mentioning the title or author, please. 🙂 

 

 

One lucky commenter will go into the monthly draw for a book!  This month, it’s a digital version of my latest book, A Sea of Green Unfolding!

Have an awesome day, all!

xx

Lizzi

 

 

 

Want a Little More Insight into Lizzi Tremayne?


Hi all,

I did a long post with SCREEDS of photos from growing up and the reenactment we do now last week.

It’s posted on Authors of Main Street blog, the group with whom I’m writing a Christmas Boxed Set!

Come on over and take a look!

I’ve started my Vet-Girl novella…and it’s a LOT of fun.

I hope you’ll all enjoy it.  It’ll be in that same boxed set, and I’ll keep you posted as to when and where you can pick it up.  It’ll be my newest series. 🙂  I’ll go back and finish this one after I get this first one out.

 

My speaking schedule is filling!

Check out the Upcoming Events page for details! Maybe I’ll be near you soon!

Take good care,

 

xx

Lizzi
PS:  Maya sends kisses and asks where his carrots have gotten to. 🙂

A Sea of Green Unfolding is now Available in Print!


Hello!

Welcome back! In New Zealand, AS OF NEXT WEEK, you will be able to find it in print HERE,  on Fishpond.com.

If you want it personalized and signed, please message me to let me know what you want it to say!

From most of the rest of the world, it is available on CreateSpace or Amazon  at these links.

It’s the third book in
The Long Trails series.

~ When you’ve lost everything,
the only way to go is up—
isn’t it? ~

Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their California Rancho de las Pulgas. Von Tempsky invites them on a journey to a new life in peaceful New Zealand, but change is in the wind. When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun.

Here’s July’s giveaway!

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If you’d like to go into the draw to win a copy of the regular print edition of the Third Edition of A Long Trail Rolling, just leave a review of A Sea of Green Unfolding where you purchased your eBook or paperback, then message me on the contact form below. 

The digital edition of A Sea of Green Unfolding is  available on Amazon right now for just $2.99 USD!

Message me on the contact form below and leave your email address and the site where you left your review and you’ll be in the draw!

 

And a bonus, the recipe for this book is Rewena Bread!

A Māori specialty–it’s sourdough!

Pretty awesome, as it comes out of the oven!

That’s the ‘bug’ or starter in back.

 

 

 

and it’s even better hot just from the oven!

 


Enjoy, all!

xx

Lizzi

 

A SEA OF GREEN IS OUT!!! This month’s giveaway below!


 

Hello to my wonderful readers!
Thank you for making the release of The Hills of Gold Unchanging so successful in February!

I’m very excited to tell you that

A Sea of Green Unfolding 
is
Now Available in eBook!

(and I redid the cover!  I hope you like it!)

It will soon be available in print as well!

I Can’t Wait for You to Read A Sea of Green Unfolding !

It’s the third book in
The Long Trails series.

~ When you’ve lost everything,
the only way to go is up—
isn’t it? ~

Tragedy strikes in Aleksandra and Xavier’s newly-found paradise on their California Rancho de las Pulgas. Von Tempsky invites them on a journey to a new life in peaceful New Zealand, but change is in the wind. When they reach Aotearoa, they disembark into a turbulent wilderness—where the wars between the European settlers and the local Māori have only just begun.

Here’s this month’s giveaway!

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If you’d like to go into the draw to win a copy of the regular print edition of newly-released A Sea of Green Unfolding (when it’s available, soon!), leave a review of A Sea of Green Unfolding where you purchased your eBook or paperback, then message me on the contact form below and leave your email address and the site where you left your review and you’ll be in the draw!

It’s available on Amazon right now for just $2.99 USD!

Message me on the contact form below and leave your email address and the site where you left your review and you’ll be in the draw!

Amazon     iBooks    Nook     Kobo

What reviewers have to say about The Long Trails series:

(No, there aren’t any yet for A Sea of Green Unfolding!  Be the first!  Just released today!)

The Hills of Gold Unchanging:

“The pace is fast, there’s plenty of action and adventure and a few twists I didn’t see coming. Lizzi Tremayne writes good characters, and that definitely includes the horses. For me, though, it’s the history that’s the star in this story. Good characters plus excellent history equals a great read, which is what this is.”
Deborah Challinor, number one bestselling author and historian

“…superb storytelling. As Aleksandra and Xavier faced and survived human malevolence, natural disaster and accidents, and their own doubts and insecurities, I kept turning pages to find out what happened next. I love books in which adversity sculptures character and where challenges to relationships bend them to breakpoint and rebuild them stronger. This is one of those books. I can’t wait to read the sequel.”
Judy Knighton, editor

“There are so many things to like about this story. Lead characters, Aleks and Xavier, are well rounded and strong. Aleks has a stubborn streak and a determination to survive, no matter what. Both inspired me to cheer them on as they faced one problem after another along the way from Utah to California. The plot is well developed, and I particularly liked the attention to historical detail along the way. This is an author who does her homework, and it shows. I was intrigued by this story, and wish I’d read the first in the series before venturing onto this one. Despite that, this story does stand alone well, and is a cracking good yarn.”
Shelagh Merlin, NetGalley Reviewer

A Long Trail Rolling:

“vivid, light and fast-paced…it will appeal in particular to anyone interested in American…history, and in general to those looking for a ripping good read. I’m looking forward to reading The Hills of Gold Unchanging, the next volume in the Aleksandra and Xavier saga”
Deborah Challinor, number one bestselling author and historian

“The mystery, adventure, and danger of life in Utah in the 1860s is beautifully described…an authentic, emotional story of one woman’s fight for survival in an unforgiving landscape. I couldn’t put Lizzi Tremayne’s book down.”
   –Leeanna Morgan, USA Today bestselling author

“An impressive debut from a New Zealand (ex-American) author…a romance, a western, and an adventure story, all rolled up into a compelling read…I devoured this one and am hungry for more.”
   –Booksellers NZ

Awards for A Long Trail Rolling

With this debut novel, Lizzi was:

Finalist 2013 RWNZ Great Beginnings;
Winner 2014 RWNZ Pacific Hearts Award
Winner 2015 RWNZ Koru Award for Best First Novel
Third 2015 RWNZ Koru Long Novel
Finalist 2015 Best Indie Book Award
Click here to go to my website to read the rest! 

 

I hope you’re having a great start to March!
Wishing you the very best!

Regards from NZ
Lizzi

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine vet and emigrated to New Zealand. With her first novel, Lizzi placed or won RWNZ contests in 2013, 2014 and 2015. She can’t wait to get into her first contemporary vet-girl novella—to be published for Christmas with Authors of Main Street!

Hi all!


I just put together a giggle for you over here on Authors of Main Street…

Come on by right here!!

 

And yes, A Sea of Green Unfolding will be available very soon!!!! Please don’t buy it yet until the latest version loads, probably by tomorrow afternoon.

I’ll post again when it’s up. This was an unedited version, sorry!

If you already have bought it, please message me to let me know and I can ask Amazon to get the newer one to you!

Thanks so much!

xx

Lizzi

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A Sea of Green Unfolding to launch Saturday! FB PARTY ON IN ONE HOUR!


Good Morning, or Good Afternoon, as the case may be!

In case you haven’t heard,

There’s a Facebook Party to launch Sea of Green!

It’s on very soon, like in an hour or less!

My author friend Jude Knight, who also writes historicals, and I are having a FB Party here…

https://www.facebook.com/events/257122021420491/

you’ve maybe not seen anything like it… come on by…It’s fun!

What’s in it for you?  

Come live chat with the authors, get the inside story inside the stories, and be in to win prizes, just for commenting!

There will be plenty of book giveaways, and Jude and I have put together a prize for those commenting at the party, including: a

$20.00 Amazon Gift Certificate

plus the first ebook in series for each of us:

Farewell to Kindness,

first in the Golden Redepenning Series, and

A Long Trail Rolling,

first in the Long Trail Series

We’ve invited plenty of fantastic authors like:

Tamara Gill

Bronwen Evans

Jessica Cale

Elizabeth Ellen Carter

Kirsten McKenzie

Vicky Adin

 

so come along and see what their books are about!

Join in!

The party runs from 2-5:30  pm(1400-1730) USA Eastern time, and 0600 -1030 NZ Time

If you’ve never been to a FB party before,

Go to this link, or click on the picture,

then click the DISCUSSION tab, and you’ll be in!

Then follow along and comment or post pictures as you feel the urge!

It’s here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/257122021420491/

 

For those of you in the USA:

I’m on at your 2:15 pm, 4 pm, and 6:15 pm  for 15 min each time, talking about 1) A Sea of Green Unfolding, 2) The Hills of Gold Unchanging and 3) A Long Trail Rolling, in this order (which is the reverse to the series), but the first is for the launch of Sea of Green, this coming Saturday in the USA and Sun in Australasia!

For those of you in NZ:

it’s at 0615,  0800  and 1015 am

I’m on at  for 15 min each time, talking about 1) A Sea of Green Unfolding, 2) The Hills of Gold Unchanging and 3) A Long Trail Rolling, in this order (which is the reverse to the series, but the first is for the launch of Sea of Green, this coming Saturday in the USA and Sun in Australasia!

 

Hope to see you there!

 

Off to get dressed!

xx

Lizzi

Nothing Makes you a Better Writer than Writing


Agree or disagree?

Come see why I think so, and have a few giggles, at my expense.

 

It’s over at Authors of Main Street.  My monthly blog with them!

It’s here.

(https://authorsofmainstreet.wordpress.com/)

Looking forward to seeing you there!

xx

Lizzi

 

 

First Review on The Hills of Gold Unchanging on Amazon!


LOVE the first review on Amazon of The Hills of Gold Unchanging!
5 Stars, by Shelagh Merlin, NetGalley Professional Reviewer!
Glad you liked the story!
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Blogging about The Hills of Gold, New Release on Kayelle Allen’s Site today!


Hi all!

I hope you can buzz over to Kayelle Allen’s site to see the new post I’ve put up about my soon to be released The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

It’s at this link all day today!

http://romancelivesforever.blogspot.com/2017/02/hills-gold.html

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Come on by!

It’s a good one!

xxx

Lizzi

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There’s a free copy of the trade paperback of my award-winning  A Long Trail Rolling up for grabs on the New Zealand Book Council FB page today for any Kiwis out there!  Just comment on the post and you’re in the draw! It’s the first in The Long Trails Series, which includes The Hills of Gold Unchanging, also featured on their website in their Booknotes Unbound! at http://booknotes-unbound.org.nz/sneak-peek-the-hills-of-go…/
See you there!

This book is up for grabs:

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and this is the book featured on their website!

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We’ll run a contest soon for an ebook, worldwide!

xx

Lizzi

 

Blogging at NZ Book Council’s blog today!


Hi all!

I’m blogging about my newest novel, The Hills of Gold Unchanging, on the New Zealand Book Council’s blog today!

In this post is the first public peek at the start of this novel! Even the beta readers haven’t seen it!

 

CLICK HERE TO GO TO THE POST! 🙂

 

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It’s to be released on 18 February at the Meow Cafe, along with books from six other Kiwi authors!

They are promoting these authors over the next few weeks as part of our lead-up to our big Kiwi Book Feast release party!

 

Our Facebook page is here

 

Our Facebook Event page is here

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Hope you can join us in Wellington shortly!

 

See you there!

 

XXX

LIZZI

 

 

 

Blogging Over at Wild Women Authors!


Hello!

Today I’m blogging about Aleksandra, from A Long Trail Rolling,  over at Wild Women Authors! Come on by!!!

That’s Fri 13th in the USA and Saturday 14th in New Zealand!

I’m also talking about my next two books!~

It’s all here!

http://www.wildwomenauthorsx2.blogspot.com./

 

Enjoy!

xx

Lizzi

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The Third Edition of A Long Trail Rolling is released and uploaded to most websites.

New cover, revised interior!

Take a look!

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And the paperback cover…with reviews by Deborah Challinor, Leeanna Morgan and Booksellers NZ

 

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And a treat inside the covers…

(Thanks Chris, at Bookprinting.co.nz !)

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If you love sagas with gutsy, horsey heroines and  hot Latin Californio men, plus plenty of history thrown in, you might like my current series…

The Long Trails Series

A Long Trail Rolling, Book One.  A third edition–now out!

The Hills of Gold Unchanging, Book Two-18 February 2017

A Sea of Green Unfolding, Book Three-Due May 2017

Tatiana, Book Four -Due August – Dec 2017

Blogging at Bluestocking Belles!


Hello all,

I’m blogging today over at Bluestocking Belles page in their gossipy Teatime Tattler!

Hope you can make it for tea!  Come on by!

just click on the link above!

 

This is an original bit of story. The scene’s written, but this wasn’t included. It might be now!   It’s from one of the upcoming, soon to be released novels in The Long Trails Quadrilogy.

Hope you like it!

 

XX

Lizzi, at home, writing in an island paradise… Thanks to Kajai Lang for the lovely photography.

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Author Talks This Week


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If you’re anywhere near the Humboldt, California area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd, Bayside, Eureka

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

The Pony Express Rides Again!


Hi All!

It was Great!!!!

Grit in your teeth, hot, sweaty horses and people… and the mochila, being handed from horse to horse every two miles, for 2000 miles…

What else could it be but fantastic?

Here’s where our group started, at Simpson’s!

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It was a three-generation-Hearty Family affair, from Izzy, below shown with dad Matt, Gregg (a few pics below), Jeff (no pics, only saw him once!) and Kellie with her babies and hubby Kevin!

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Pat Hearty’s Group III  of the National Pony Express Association’s Utah Chapter took over the mochila on the morning of the 19th June and we passed it hand to hand and horse to horse until we got into Salt Lake City that evening at around 6 pm. Group II caught up an hour on its runs and we caught it up a further half hour during ours, which was a bit tricky in the streets of Salt Lake City!

What with small disasters besetting some of our group’s members, several of us got to ride two and three times!  I was lucky enough to ride the Pat Hearty’s Leonard and Matt Hearty’s Sonny!

I was even brave enough to use a Go Pro AND a helmet (the former unheard-of and the latter rare)!  Footage will follow after I learn how to edit it…it’s very long and a bit repetitive… but it gives a non-rider the sense of what it might feel like!

Sonny and I coming down from Lookout, or General Johnstone’s Pass, on my first PX ride, the same hill where Aleksandra finds plenty of trouble in A Long Trail Rolling!

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Here’s Sonny and Leonard having a little break between rides:

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Gregg Hearty off to an interesting start! (Sorry Gregg, this pic from previous year, but my rides seemed to always follow Gregg’s and wasn’t able to get a pic!) Kellie and Kevin Kimber in the background

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Linda Hearty and a few riders at the Historic Stagecoach Inn near the old Camp Floyd!

 

The oh-so cruisy Sonny in the streets of Salt Lake, pausing for a snack with the freesias, lavender and freeway behind…

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The Deseret News came and met with us on State Street leading in to Salt Lake and Pat’s son Matt Hearty and Kevin Kimber, Pat’s son-in-law made front page news on the day! Here’s the photo I took while the reporter got his famous slinging-on-of the mochila for the front page… starring Sonny on the right and Kellie (nee-Hearty) Kimber’s mare Cheyenne on the left.

 

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Sonny and Matt racing down the streets of Salt Lake City, complete with pilot cars before and after, led by a police escort!

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Sonny the posing horse, doing his thing again with me after Matt took him on his last lope of the 2016 Express Re-Ride down the streets of Salt Lake:

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‘Let’s go!’  he says…

Thanks to the National Pony Express Association and the State Branches!  My personal appreciation to the Hearty and Hatch families for all their care and assistance!!

That’s all for tonight, folks!

Author Talks this week:

Take good care out there, and if you’re in the Humboldt, CA area, come on by one of the Author Talks I’m giving on Friday and Saturday of this week!

Fortuna Library: Friday 24 June, 4 pm at  753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka Library: Saturday June 25, 3 pm at 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside Grange: Saturday 25 June, 7-9 pm at 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

 

Everyone welcome!

Hope to see you there!

Regards,

Lizzi

 

 

 

 

Talks Scheduled for Utah, Eureka, Fortuna and Bayside


Hi All!

Here is the more complete list of talks!

They will be  Meet the Author sessions, and I’ll be talking about History, Writing History, A Long Trail Rolling,  and doing some readings from some of the books!

If all goes well tomorrow, there will be some footage shot during my ride in the Pony Express Re-Ride!!!

2016-reride (1)Can’t wait to see you all there!

I’ll sign books and there will be a small number of books available for sale!

Hope to see you at one of the sessions!

Here’s a bit from the posters…

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Come along and meet Lizzi Tremayne

Lizzi, an awarded writer, teacher and equine veterinarian, writes Historical Romantic Suspense with a Pony Express flair.

Catch her on her visit from New Zealand to ride in the Re-Ride!

Salt Lake City, Utah:  

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m. Venue: The Hatch Residence,  1614 S. 1700 E., Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

Fortuna, California:

Friday, 24 June 4 p.m.  Venue: Fortuna Library: 753 14th St, Fortuna

Eureka, California:

Saturday, June 25, 3 p.m. Venue:  Eureka Library: 1313 3rd St, Eureka

Bayside, California:

Saturday, 25 June, 7-9 p.m. Venue:  Bayside Grange: 2297 Jacoby Creek Rd

Everyone welcome! Hope to see you there!

Find Lizzi at:

http://lizzitremayne.com or

FB Lizzi Tremayne Author!

 

The Mochila is Coming Closer


Here at the Pat and Linda Hearty residence,  we’re preparing and waiting with expectancy for Group 1 of the Utah Pony Express Association to hand over the mochila to us at Simpson Springs tomorrow morning!

Our team, Team 3, led by the Heartys, will have 42 rides of two miles each, which will be split up between the twenty horses and sixteen riders tomorrow, to complete our  85 mile portion of the over-2000 mile re-ride.

TOMORROW!

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We spent the day doing final shoeings with rubber shoes  or borium points for those horses who will complete our stretch into the streets of Salt Lake City.  I’m lucky enough to not be one of those riding through town, but who knows, by the end of the day!  While they guys finished shoeing, I set to work on six horses, being honourary groom… Manes and tails on these cool Quarter Horse brumbies… hadn’t seen a comb for awhile, so armed with a great brush and a bottle of Show Sheen, they’re NEARLY done!

Last prep for myself tonight, I’m learning how to use the Go-Pro, and will be riding with it on my hat!  Hope to have good footage tomorrow for you all!  Not  a western hat, but it will at least keep me from scrambling my brains in the unlikely event of a mishap! And it’ll hold the Go-Pro!  Here’s my practice run….

 

Hope to see some of you out on the trail, or at the talk at Joe and Annette Hatch’s place on Monday between 3 and 7 pm (see previous blog posts for details)!  Talk, readings, book signing, and of course, books for sale, by yours truly or two great Pony Express books by Patrick Hearty and Joe Hatch!

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Bye till after the ride!!

XX

Lizzi

Come Along to a Talk Soon!! Salt Lake, Sacramento, Arcata!


Hi All!

You’re all invited to some talks, coming soon!

What we’ll talk about….

A Long Trail Rolling is an Historical Romantic Suspense novel, and the first in The Long Trail Quadrilogy. The book is a crossover between YA and Adult.cv_a_long_trail_rolling

I am an awarded, self-published author, equine veterinarian with an equine dental practice(UCD grad) and high school teacher. I have recently stepped down from being the President of the Romance Writers of New Zealand. A California native, I have lived in New Zealand since 1991.

2016-reride (1)The purpose of my trip to the USA is to ride a portion of the Pony Express Re-Ride on June 19th, over the Utah part of the trail included in my story. 

There will be:

·      Readings from the novel

·      Talk about the Pony Express (as will have left from Old Sacramento on its way east the previous week!)  I’ve got a PowerPoint presentation with plenty of pics from the Utah portion of the trail and will hopefully have some great Go Pro footage from my riding of the Re-Ride on the 19th of June!

·      Discussion of writing, or researching and writing historical novels

·      Talk about NaNoWriMo with budding writers of any age. I led a group of thirteen year olds through NaNo last year in New Zealan

 We’re open to suggestions! 

Would love to see you all there!

xxx

2016 USA Book Tour: West

 

Salt Lake City, Utah:Travellers rest station

Monday 20 June, from 3-7 p.m.

Venue: The Hatch Residence, 1614 S. 1700 E.,

Salt Lake City, (801) 466-4092

 

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23 June TBA

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25 June late afternoon, location TBA

 

Will be updated as locations are confirmed.

Hope to see you all there!

xx

Lizzi

Talks around the world, anyone?


Hello Everyone!
I’ll be on the road in June and July and wonder if any of you could please give me any leads you might have on bookstores, libraries or the like which might be interested in hosting Lizzi Tremayne for a book talk and signing?

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NZ Launch of A Long Trail Rolling, Waihi Library, Waihi. Thanks very much to Zee for the photo!

I’ll be in Salt Lake City, Utah (To ride in the Pony Express Re-Ride!

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The ‘Pony’ is pivotal in my published novel A Long Trail Rolling) from 19-20 June, and have a talk scheduled the afternoon/evening of the 20th. Everyone invited!

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I’ll be near Sacramento on the 21-22 June, nothing booked there yet.

I will be in Eureka/Arcata, CA from 23-26, and have one booking there so far.

I’ll be in the SF Bay Area on the 26 and part of 27.

London 27th, then down to Worthing.

Over the next two weeks, will be travelling northwards, York, Leeds, etc. up to Scotland, into the Highlands, and then back south through England.

Leave UK on the 12th, and to San Diego for RWA.

Any ideas around those places and times, anyone? All welcome! I will have a PowerPoint presentation on laptop!

Kindest regards,

 

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Lizzi

The Pony Express Rides Again!


It was fantastic, the Pony Express, wasn’t it? 400 horses, 120 riders, nearly two hundred stations and several hundred station keepers, water /feed carters and the like, through hostile territory, alkali deserts, and high mountains, to get mail across the continental USA in TEN DAYS! Unheard of!

The mochila, that piece of leather with the big (locked) pockets, slipped over the express pony’s saddle.

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It would leave San Francisco and be transferred from the saddle of one horse to another, across two thousand miles of the Old West, through to St. Jo, Missouri! (They went the reverse direction, too, of course!)

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But it only lasted eighteen months, I hear you say!  Yes, you’re right!

But now, it’s baaaaaccckkkkk…….

And it’s run every year, by a crazy bunch of historical horse nuts. There’s plenty of info here from the National Pony Express Association about the Pony Express, the trails, the stops, you name it, they’ve got it!  There are even classroom lessons!

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If you want to join them, they’re always mad keen to have more people get involved to keep ‘The Pony’, as they call it, alive!

And I’m riding! Woo hoo!!!!!!

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So who’s with me?

I’m riding through ____________, the section of the trail in Utah where Aleksandra, my heroine, has her most ‘exciting’ ride!

(Fill in the answer correctly to go into the draw for a specially autographed copy of A Long Trail Rolling. Click on the Leave a comment button below!)

First, I plan to speak and sign books in Salt Lake City before the event, details forthcoming. If you can make it, keep your eyes on this blog!

BUT…

If you can’t make it, I’ll be wearing a Go-Pro! Luckily my portion of the trail is during the daylight hours, so you can see it too!

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A herd of mustangs out of Dugway… Utah Pony Express Trail.

Here are some of the Mustangs I saw and photographed on my last trip over the trail!

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Anyone recognise this photo?  Hint, I took it… It’s in several places on this website!

Clifton Flat, on the Utah portion of the trail. That little bit of trail you see there is probably the piece of trail that looks most like the original trail back in the day!

 

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Patrick Hearty and Lizzi at Rush Valley (Faust’s) Pony Express Station monument, out of Grantsville, Utah.

This is Patrick, the man who’s helped me so much with A Long Trail, and even written the Foreword. He’s a Past President of the NPEA and he and his family keep the history alive every year. He’s written several books about ‘the pony’  with Dr. Joe Hatch.

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I’ll be posting highlights and vlogs from the trail after my ride, so keep your eyes open between the 19th (USA time) and 21st of June!  Sorry I can’t live-stream, but I suspect internet and phone reception’s not the best out there!

Best wishes from NZ to you from all of us, we’ll be up in the Northern Hemisphere soon!

Love from NZ, here’s a pic of me and my equine boys… One is no longer with us, but he lives on through his brother…

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XX

Lizzi

 

USA and UK visit Coming Up!


Hello All out there!

Putting the word out now…..I’ll be in the USA and UK in June and July.

If any of you would like me to speak, please private message me via

Facebook on my Lizzi Tremayne Facebook page  or

Twitter on my Lizzi Tremayne Twitter page

 I’ll be in

Utah: Salt Lake City  (Riding in the Pony Express Re-Ride!)Pony_Express_MapPatrick Hearty, below, is providing me with a horse to ride over Lookout!

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Patrick Hearty The Pony Express Stations in Utah

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Pat and his lovely wife Linda! at Simpson’s Springs!

 

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I so loved just being able to touch the old station… even if it was rebuilt!

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You can see the Re-Ride go past if you are somewhere along the trail!  Here’s the page for more info!

From there, I’ll take a train through Utah, Nevada and down to California, via Truckee Meadows, where Aleksandra and Xavier will ride Dzien, Charro and Rogan en route to California in The Hills of Gold Unchanging, coming soon…

I’ll be visiting  Sacramento,oldsac_pony_express_statue then north to Eureka, then back south to the SF Bay Area–La Honda, where I grew up!La Honda 3La Honda 2

I have a few talks booked, but have room for more!

From there, will fly to

UK: London, south coast, and then north to the Scottish Highlands. 🙂

MAYBE  Virginia. Not sure if can make that one work.

Please let me know if you’d like to see if I can fit you in!

Thanks, and have a great month!

Lizzi

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Hamilton Zinefest this Saturday!


Come on by the Hamilton Zinefest  this Saturday!

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Lizzi Tremayne and Blue Mist Publishing will have a presence there, not sure if we’ll have the big red and blue gazebo or not, but we’ll be there with bells on!

 

It’s at Creative Waikato, Alexandra Street (next door to Mr Milton’s Canteen)

Click here for more info.

Take care, all, and hope to see you there!

Kindest regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

The Comstock Lode


Hello All!

It’s been some time since I’ve been blogging, been so busy finishing The Hills of Gold Unchanging and A Sea of Green Unfolding !

A few months ago I completed the research and wrote the sections about Virginia City and the Comstock Lode,

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and am transcribing them from my … scribbles to Scrivener, and I’m in the chapters about the Comstock Lode, in Virginia City and Gold Hill areas of what was then Utah Territory, and is now the state of Nevada.

The Comstock had a unique problem, for the West. Unlike gold lying in veins of quartz between solid rock, as is found in the California mines, in Virginia City, copious silver existed in the mix of loose quartz and clay making up the rich lode. Unfortunately, the composition made the lode highly unstable, as repeated dehydration and re-wetting of the rock mix made it alternately swell and shrink. The timbering methods used up until the advent of Philipp’s invention were unable to hold back the loose rock and keep the tunnels open, resulting in frequent and fatal cave-ins.

Philipp was brought from California to try to solve the problem the miners in the Comstock Lode were experiencing. He made it work, and his square-set timbering was to become the gold standard in mining for the next fifty years.

Well done, Philipp!

Here is square-set timbering!

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I really liked this one, because it shows the miners in it…
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This from the Eureka Miner’s Report, photo is of a mine in the Dakotas:

(from: http://eurekaminer.blogspot.co.nz/2010/08/eureka-miner-weekly-roundup-new.html)

Homestake Square Set (323X479)

 

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(From: http://www.onlinenevada.org/articles/square-set-timbering)

And the man himself, who started it all, at the Ophir Mine in Virginia City, Mr. Philipp Deidesheimer.  One can only assume that is his lady wife.

I came across a reference to an episode on the old Western serial Bonanza and looked it up. Just finished watching it!  While the show varies a bit from what I’ve read in the research, it’s a good little watch, and will give you a good idea of how the square-set timbering method described in Hills of Gold works!

Here’s the link for it!

 

 

Enjoy!

Back to writing!

XX

Lizzi

NB:  A big thank you to all of those people who have placed such wonderful photos and drawings on their websites!

XX

L

 

 

 

Come see us at the NZ Indie Book Festival next weekend!


It’s an exciting time for independent and self-publishing writers who want to exercise control of their ideas, their stories, and their books. This festival brings together New Zealand authors, writers, books and readers together in a way never before possible!  At the festival you’ll have the opportunity to talk with authors behind the stories. If you’re a writer, come and meet the literary businesses who can help you turn your manuscript into a print book, e-book or both.
I’ll be in one of three booths, either: 1) The Historical Writers booth, with Zana Bell, Sheryl Buchanan and Rae Roadley – Author; or 2) in the Romance Writers of New Zealand Inc. booth, or 3) in the New Zealand Society of Authors booth, and my book: A Long Trail Rolling will be in all three!

Come on by!
Click here for more information, plus below you’ll find three great vids!

Looking forward to seeing you there!

 

The promised vids:  Just click on them!

Talking about the Festival:

 

Why writers should go!

 

Why readers should go!

See you there!

 

With bells on!

Thanks for reading!

Kind regards,

Lizzi

Blogging Today at The Romance Studio!


Hi All,

I’m blogging today over at The Romance Studio!

Come on over to

The Romance Studio

hear a little about the Secession Menace in California in the 1860’s, A Long Trail Rolling and The Hills of Gold Unchanging!

See you there!

XXX

Lizzi

Sneak Preview! A blog post for the 21 August on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…


Just for a bit of fun, here’s one of the blog posts I’m posting on the 21st of this month on The Romance Studio’s End of Summer Bash…

Hello All! Welcome back!

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Here’s another excerpt… with Scotty, horses and sparks flying between Aleksandra and Xavier…

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Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘Okay now, Querida?’

‘As okay as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s okay. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

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Hope you enjoyed the tale! Want to read more?

Come on by my website to see how you can get your hands on a copy, whether ebook, paperback or hardcover! It’s now also available in LARGE PRINT in paperback and hardcover with dust jacket from bookstores around the world! Just tell your favourite bookstore book buyer they can order it from Ingram!

OR…

you can win a free ebook copy if you’re the lucky winner of our giveaway!

To enter into the giveaway, just comment on the blog with what you liked about the excerpt or blog post and one lucky person will be in to win a copy of A Long Trail Rolling, my new Western Historical Romantic Adventure, or… a Horsey Historical Romantic Adventure, complete with plenty of suspense!

Next week, after the party, I’ll pick one winner from those who commented! 

Hope you enjoy the excerpt, and I’ll be back tomorrow with some posts about The Long Trail Quadrilogy, still in progress!

Good luck in the competition!

About the Author:

Lizzi grew up riding wild in the Santa Cruz Mountain redwoods, became an equine veterinarian at UC Davis School of Veterinary Medicine, practiced in the California Pony Express and Gold Country before emigrating to New Zealand. When not writing, she’s swinging a rapier or shooting a bow in medieval garb, riding, driving a carriage or playing on her farm, singing, or working as an equine veterinarian or science teacher. She is multiply published and awarded in special interest magazines and veterinary periodicals.

For more information, please visit:

my website

my Facebook fanpage,

 

Thanks so  much for reading!  Hope to see many of you over there or when you come to visit in New Zealand!

Regards,

Lizzi Tremayne

Hi All! Come on over to Cynthia Woolfe’s Blog, we’re over there today!


Hi everyone!

I was invited to an interview with Cynthia Wolf, Historical Romance author extraordinaire!

Click Here!

Here’s the header on her lovely page!

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Cynthia Woolf’s Website Banner

Come on by and learn a little about where I got interested in writing, how the series began, and some things about me you might not have known!

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Leave a comment and I promise to reply!

Take good care,

Kindest regards,

Lizzi

Blogging on over at Anastasia Pollack’s Blog AND at The Romance Reviews!


Hello everyone!

Today I’m blogging at not one, but two other sites, about New Zealand and a BEAUTIFUL place there, and how it happened that seeing the sign, and then the place, radically changed the ending of my third novel, A Sea of Green Unfolding!

The first (because it was really yesterday) is at

The Romance Reviews

 

and the second is at

Killer Crafts & Crafty Killers

the blog of Anastasia Pollack,

crafts editor and reluctant amateur sleuth!

 

Come on by with your cuppa, have a read and comment!

Enjoy!

Goodnight!

Lizzi

Blogging NOW (yes, today, for the next 24 hours or so!) at TRS, in the UK


Hello All!
I’m blogging right NOW on over at TRS, in the UK, so they should be waking up to it, at this link…

 

The Romance Studio Blog– TRS

 

Come on over and take a look!

Please Share? Thanks so much!

FOR any of YOU from Polska!!!

Plenty of Polish bits, including my own recipe for Zurek and Zakwas!

🙂
XX
Lizzi

A Long Trail Rolling–Aleks and Xavier meet…and sparks fly…


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Hello All!

Here’s a bit of the story from when Aleksandra and Xavier have just met… and clashed, just a little… 🙂

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She saw the men exchange glances over her head.

‘Aleksandra, is that safe? You know about the unrest between the Pah-Utes and the settlers’ army, don’t you?’ Xavier brushed his hair back from his face with his hand, the light reflecting off the signet ring on his middle finger.

She scowled at the dark Californio. ‘My father is blood-brother to the ShoshoneChief,’ she tossed her head at him, ‘of course I’ll be welcome in their village.’

Xavier’s face shadowed and his lips tightened to a fine line. ‘It’s your funeral.’ He turned from her and moved to stand just outside the door, staring off into the distance.

‘Children, children,’ Scotty muttered under his breath and shook his head. ‘Aleks, I’m sorry to remind you of him, but who’s this “Vladdie”? We need to get word ’round so we kin bring ‘im to justice.’

She dragged her gaze back to Scotty from where she found it, perusing the handsome stranger’s broad shoulders and trim hips in snug leather leggings.

‘That’s the scary part, Scotty,’ she paused and looked back at Xavier. Despite her anger, she had to admit he was a fine figure of a man, with raven blue-black hair past the collar of his buckskin shirt and sparking brown eyes, nearly black when she fell into them as she awoke…

She shook her head and refocused, turning to Scotty.

‘Vladimir Chabardine. Cossack arms master, servant of the Tsar, armed and extremely dangerous. Papa’s nemesis.’ She looked down at the ground, pausing until her voice returned.

‘OKyy….’ Scotty ventured, eyebrows raised. ‘How will we know ‘im?’

‘Unfortunately, I don’t know what he looks like. He’s Russian or Ukrainian. Papa said he had blond hair, probably gray by now, and a strong accent. He’s ten years older than Papa. He’ll handle a horse and a shashka like a Cossack, but further than that, I know nothing,’ she said, dropping her eyes to the floor and looking away.

‘Sure that’s all y’know?’ Scotty raised his eyebrows at her.

Why do I get the feelin’ there’s somethin’ she ain’t tellin’ me?

‘Well, Rogan’s missing,’ the trader saw Aleksandra bite the side of her cheek, ‘so I imagine he’ll have taken him. He’s an unusual horse for these parts, wouldn’t you think?’ Aleksandra’s eyes seemed to hold a challenge and this time she didn’t look away.

Scotty tilted his head sideways and pursed his lips. ‘What else, girlie?’

Aleksandra squirmed and was silent for a moment before she burst into action and spun toward the door. ‘Well, gentlemen, thanks for the shut-eye, but it’ll be dark before I get home as it is, so I’d best get going,’ she said, then stopped short.

Oh no, the Furs! And Dzień!‘ she wailed and turned back to face the men.

Dinna fash, mo nighean. I kept the buyer here since yeste’day ’cause I knew ye were comin’. He’s paid fer yer pelts ‘n gone.’ Scotty rumpled her hair.

She smiled her thanks, color returning to her cheeks.

‘And that pony, he’s got a heart o’ gold. Ye dinna need to go, yon wee man’s in the stable, munching’ away with me old geldin’.’

Aleksandra’s chest heaved in a deep sigh. ‘What would I do without you, Scotty?’

‘It’s the least I kin do fer you and yer da,’ Scotty remarked, his voice becoming gruff as he spoke, and a tear glistened in his eye.

‘Papa wouldn’t have been pleased to see Dzień abused so, but there was nothing else for it. He never even slowed down.’ She looked at the floor.

‘Aye, but he’s a bonny one.’ Scotty smiled.

‘It would’ve meant the world to Papa, knowing we made it on time and our year’s work wasn’t for naught.’ Scotty was pleased to see a hint of the girl’s normal glow showing in her eyes, beneath the wet lashes.

‘Right ye are, missy.’ He raised his brows at her. ‘Now, d’ye want me to hold some o’ the money fer now so it canna be taken off ye by highwaymen?’

‘Thanks, Scotty, please keep it all here. I don’t need it yet.’

‘Are ye sure ye need t’leave tonight?’ Scotty was unconvinced. ‘It’s getting’ mighty late, we could make you a bed o’sorts.’

Aleksandra’s eyes narrowed at the dark man still standing in the doorway.

‘I’d rather risk the highwaymen and the wild animals for tonight, thanks. I’ve got my shashka and bow.’

There was a choking sound from the entrance, then Xavier mumbled something about checking the horses and disappeared outside. Scotty turned away and coughed to hide his chuckle from the pair.

Xavier was harnessing Dzień to the wagon when Aleksandra came outside.

‘I can do that,’ she snapped, rushing to the side of the pony, her blue eyes icy and cheeks flushed pink. Xavier smiled at her back as she hurried around to the pony’s other side to finish.

‘I’m sure you can, Querida, but I’m happy to help,’ he said, wrapping a breeching strap around the shaft and buckling it snugly.

‘Thanks,’ she gritted out, looking away as her hands slid down Dzień’s rump towards the crupper.

‘Any possibility you might tell me just why you went loco on me back there?’ Xavier watched her brows drop as she stared at a strap she’d just buckled too tightly. Her lips tightened further as she readjusted it.

‘I want nothing to do with people who insult my friends.’

Como, what?’ He shook his head and blinked at her.

‘My friends, the Shoshone, the only friends I have left alive, other than Scotty,‘ she said from between clenched teeth, and then slumped, sobbing, against Dzień.

Cautious of her all-too-effective looking sword, Xavier slowly approached her. He slid his arm around her shoulders and pulled her against him, watchful for any fast moves on her part, not caring if her tears soaked his shirt. How long they stayed like this, he neither knew nor cared. Once her sobs quieted, he slipped his fingers under her chin, lifting her face to stare into the watery depths of her blue eyes.

‘OK now, Querida?’

‘As OK as possible, I guess.’ She dropped her head again. ‘The Shoshone are like family to me, especially since Mama died,’ she murmured into his shirt.

‘Are you sure you won’t stay here? I’ll sleep in the stable, if it would make you happier.’

She closed her eyes and was still.

‘No, it’s OK. I’m sorry, Xavier. I’m upset, but that’s no excuse for my nastiness. Thank you for this.’ She nodded her head at his tearstained chest.

De nada. It is nothing.’ He smiled. ‘May I accompany you to your home, at least?’

‘No, really, I’m fine, thank you again. I’d better go farewell Scotty, it’s getting late.’

‘If you’re sure…’ Xavier shook his head and followed Aleksandra back inside.

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Hope you enjoyed that tidbit, other excerpts here, or go to the Store page!

Take care!

Lizzi

A Great Show at Farmlands HOYS 2015!


Hello All!

We had a great show at Horse of the Year Show last weekend in Hastings, New Zealand!  We spoke with HEAPS of people (not correct, but a Kiwism… 😉 ) about their horses, their kids and our books. We all had a great time!

We sold and signed quite a few books in our own stall and in the Horse & Pony Bookshop as well! It was wonderful to talk to so many interesting people!

While walking around the trade stalls, we were pleased to add FIVE new stockists to our growing

list of stores

carrying A Long Trail Rolling! The managers of several more booths were rather busy on Sunday afternoon and requested that I send more information.

And Heeeeaarrrrr they are!

Horse & Pony Bookshop invited me to sign books they were selling in their stall!

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Horselands immediately said they’d take ten, as soon as I showed it to them!

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Champions Equestrian was keen to have some books!

champions_logoThe Kiwi Care Team is carrying my books (via their website) and we’re making a donation to the team from every book sold.

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Steed Health &  Saddlery wanted a handful too! They are the new owners of the business and they’re doing a great job!

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HorseTackNZ Saddlery liked the look of them and took some home as well!




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Of particular interest to many of these horse shops now carrying our product was a book I’ll be writing while wearing my veterinarian hat as

Elizabeth Thompson, DVM, MANZCVS, GradDipTeach.

(yes, in between the other books in the series…. 🙂 ) about equine dentistry for horse owners.  Watch this space! 🙂

Very exciting was receiving news of a review, which was commissioned by BooksellersNZ!  See it here!  Made my day!

Back to work now, hope you like the new look with clickable buttons! Thanks very much to Tracey Alvarez, a writer of contemporary romance, for the great inspiration!

Have a great weekend, all, I’m WRITING, in my lovely home in beautiful Aotearoa!

L-

 

Horse of the Year Show, Hastings NZ… and we’ll be there with A Long Trail Rolling!


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What is it, you say?

Farmlands Horse of the Year Show is the largest equestrian event in the Southern Hemisphere hosted annually at the Hawke’s Bay A&P Showgrounds in March, which has been held for 16 years.Equestrians from 17 Equestrian Disciplines compete for the title of Farmlands Horse of the Year within their Section. Both equestrian and non-equestrian people can come and experience the excitement of the Showjumping and Eventing competitions with the beauty of the Showing and Dressage classes, the delicacy of the Miniatures with the might of the gentle giants, the Clydesdales. There are over 200 trade sites to satisfy all of your retail therapy needs from saddlery and farm equipment to clothing and jewellery, and there are fri/sat night shows  to entertain the crowd with tough competition and action and displays very rarely seen in such a setting.

We will be there in the Stallion Marquee, letter H on their map, from Thursday through Sunday, in the Blue Mist Publishing/ The Long Trail Rolling booth!

 

We plan to spend plenty of time speaking with people about  A Long Trail Rolling, the next three books in The Long Trails series, and writing and publishing in general! If people want books signed, we can do that as well.

If we’re not in our booth, I’ll be signing books at the Horse & Pony Bookshop booth at the Dressage Arena!

 

Still awaiting confirmation:  If it works out, I’ll also be doing some equine veterinary dentistry talks while we’re down there. Keep an eye out at the booth in H!

 

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Looking forward to seeing you!

(It shouldn’t be hard to find you… there will only be 85,000 other people there over the six days of the show! Big show for a little country, indeed! )

The Boys working together

It will be easier to go this time… Last time, I was driving the 22 Tonne horse truck with Shemaya and his Glinkowski carriage in the back and a young master Elliot beside me, as my groom for the carriage driving competitions!  This time in a little MG and boxes and boxes of books!

Until then!

Have a lovely day!

Lizzi

The driving horses.. The one on the left went to HOYS a few years ago with his carriage. 🙂