Title: Race Girl (The Go Girls Chronicles #3) by Leigh Hutton
Publication date: April 3rd 2016
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult

Synopsis

Fresh on the heels of Michelle Payne’s historic Melbourne Cup win, comes a blockbuster Australian story about a Queensland girl and the ‘race that stops a nation’ . . .

Tully Athens has always dreamed of following in the footsteps of her hero Michelle Payne. Of living up to the Athens name and becoming the third generation of women from her family to rule the track. But Tully’s never been sure she’s got the nerve, and when her mother is killed in a racing accident, her whole world is shattered.

Six months later, in the heat of a Queensland summer, sixteen-year-old Tully is ready to face her fears. But getting back in the saddle leads to a whole lot more than she bargained for, with an out of control crush on the boy from their rival thoroughbred farm – the gorgeous but cocky larrikin Brandon Weston – and a forgotten filly with stardom in her eyes . . .

When faced with the most difficult decision of her life, will Tully choose to train and race her new filly in Melbourne? Or will she sacrifice it all to fight for love on the land that feeds her soul?

It’s only when tragedy rips everything from her that Tully finds a strength and courage she never knew she had, in this action-packed novel of passion, adventure and determination.

Race Girl is the highly anticipated third book in The Go Girls Chronicles – bestselling stories of gutsy girls in action sports, by Leigh Hutton!

A portion of every #RaceGirl book sold goes to the Make-A-Wish Foundation to help grant the wishes of children with life-threatening medical conditions, and to horse-welfare charity, Equine Action Qld*

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Book one, Rev Girl, out now!

Book two, Jump Girl, out now!

Book three, Race Girl, out April 3rd, 2016!

About Leigh Hutton

Leigh Hutton is a former Courier-Mail journalist, dirt bike racer and horse show jumper. Leigh was born in Canada and lives on rural property in southeast Queensland, Australia, with her husband and three young children.

When she isn’t writing, managing the relocation and restoration of historic ‘Queenslander’ homes, wrangling the kids or swilling coffee, she loves to read, watch smart TV and movies, ride her motorbike and daydream about gorgeous horses. Her family spell racehorses at their property and making friends with each one is also a favourite pastime of Leigh and her children.

Leigh is especially passionate about promoting the growing number of girls and women in all action and equestrian sports, and is thrilled to be drawing on her experiences to bring you the exciting novels of The Go Girls Chronicles . . .

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Excerpt

Tully curled into his warm lap, reaching her lips up to his when they both jumped at a commotion down at the entrance to the barn. Pearce and his head strapper, followed by a steady stream of men Tully didn’t recognise, had burst into the stable, now charging towards them. ‘Brandon!’ Pearce hollered, sending slumbering horses scampering to their feet. ‘Where the hell’s Princeton?’

‘The yearling?’ Brandon said as Tully unwrapped herself from his arms and he helped her up. ‘How the hell should I know?’

‘Don’t play games with me, mate,’ Pearce said. ‘He’s missing—look!’ He pointed into the first stall in the row. ‘And some sick bugger just left a note at the front door, some guy in a hoodie Priscilla didn’t recognise . . .’ Tully was sure Pearce shuddered as he held up the folded note in his hand. ‘Do you know anything about this?’

‘Of course not, Dad!’ Brandon said.

‘Should I be questioning your old man about this, Athens?’

‘Oy!’ Brandon said, his voice gruff and deep, his height more than matching his father’s as he approached. ‘You don’t get to speak to Tully like that.’

‘I don’t have time for your little love tryst, Brandon.’ Pearce shook his head, then turned towards the office, the men following suit. ‘It was one thing when the tyres got slashed—’ he called back over his shoulder— ‘but that yearling cost me over a million. Now his stall’s empty, and some creep’s leaving death threats on our doorstep!’