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The Berkshire racing stable, Sainte Bastien, has been in the Marchant family for generations, a bastion of old fashioned values and integrity, but the next in line now jeopardises the family name as misfortune dogs the stable. Jockey Mark Ashton is forced into early retirement by injury and suffers a spectacular mental breakdown.

Replacement, Kym Hughes, had dreamed of a top position during twenty years of mediocrity. He had the talent, but never the breaks. At 34, the break finally comes, but at Ashtons expense. Kym wonders if benefiting from a colleagues misfortune has invoked a curse, as he now suffers nothing but ill luck and Nick Marchant isnt noted for his patience.

Champion trainer Nick Marchant has his own troubles. The sudden retirement of Ashton left him high and dry at the start of the Flat racing season and replacement Hughes seems to be cursed. Nick cant help but feel a little guilty at not showing Ashton the sympathy deserved, but sympathy isnt his finer trait. The early death of his young wife taught him to be hard and his horses have become his only focus since. No coincidence that he became Champion Trainer the year after her death.

As if not enough, he was left to rear the wayward Dominic alone and now that his son has reached legal independence Nick dreads what the future may hold. Despite every effort to be the model parent he knows Dominic is amoral and hides a dark secret. Nick will inevitably be held responsible for anything Dominic does. Is it possible that his vengeful and jealous son is responsible for the stables run of misfortune?

More than parental problems dog teenage apprentice jockey Dominic, who is battling the scales, his late mother bequeathing him nothing than her catwalk height. Weight is the least of his worries. Race riding is his only respite and the severe wasting is slowly and painfully killing him, but it was a choice he gladly made. His father isnt the only one who daily cries to heaven that it should have been Dominic and not her Unaware that their personal demons are forging stronger links than their racecourse ties, their lives become intertwined in a treacherous web of envy, obsession and danger.

Praise for Lissa Oliver

CrimeAlwaysPays.com
Ireland, a country with an honourable heritage in the Sport of Kings, has finally found its own Dick Francis.

The Racing Post on Chantilly Dawns
Enough to inspire a casual reader to take interest in the sport.

The Irish Field on Gala Day.
Is Lissa Oliver Irelands Dick Francis? A fantastic thriller, can be enjoyed by the die hard racing fan or by someone with little or no interest in racing, thanks to Olivers ability to hook the reader from the outset.
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Being unfamiliar with anything to do with the world of horses and racing, I wasn't sure what to expect. However, this novel pulls the reader in with a riveting thriller that also depicts a complex father/son relationship the son's struggle with his chosen profession, and the obsessive restrictions he places on his body, proving to be quite an eye opener into the world of the professional jockey. The author knows her stuff! Versión Kindle I have no knowledge of horses or training or racecourse but I really enjoyed this, have read all three of the trilogy one after the other. What a complicated story of relationships and passion! I'm quite worn out. Lissa Oliver I think that it would have been better if book 3 came before 2 rather than the other way round.All in all a good story. Versión Kindle Excellent read, but I would like to have read this book before I read Gala Day, as this story obviously was prior to Gala Day even though this was The Skullcap Trilogy Book 3 and Gala Day was supposedly The Skullcap Trilogy Book 2. English I never saw which direction this denouement was heading despite my best efforts. A very satisfactory ending to the trilogy.Sufficient detail about the lives of trainers and jockeys to enter into the rhythm of the stables and learn about horses' personalities. Did I mention the plot's good, too? Versión Kindle