Love Bytes is delighted to welcome to the blog Mickie B. Ashling.

Mickie joins us to talk about the release of Fire Horse part of her Polo Series.

She also brought a fabulous giveaway!

Welcome Mickie 🙂

I’d like to thank Dani and Love Bytes Reviews for giving me the opportunity to talk about my Polo Series. The first novel, Fire Horse, was originally published in 2013 and garnered an honorable mention at the 2013 Rainbow Awards. The sequels, Ride-Off and The Sixth Chukker followed within a few years. The entire series is now available at Amazon and in Kindle Unlimited for the first time.

Like my main character in Fire Horse, I was a polo aficionado from a young age. I was acquainted with many of the boys who were learning how to play the game at our local club, and the more seasoned players were family friends. One night I watched an interview with Ignacio “Nacho” Figueras, the famous polo player from Argentina, who is also the face of Ralph Lauren’s Black Label line. An idea for a story began to percolate. With some research and a lot of good memories to draw from, Fire Horse was born. I hope you enjoy the book as much as I loved writing it.

Blurb-Fire Horse

Childhood friendship. Adolescent longing. Adult passion. Is their timing finally right?

Preston Fawkes is ten the first time he meets Konrad Schnell, the fifteen-year-old rising star of the San Antonio Polo Club. Captivated, Pres vows to learn the game at the hands of his newly acquired friend and mentor, even though his rancher father disapproves.

Konrad Schnell is also a rancher’s son, but his parents see their son’s full potential as a high goal polo player and do their best to give him every advantage. But Konrad has a secret that could jeopardize everything. He’s a gay man living in the heart of Texas and his parents—and everyone in his world—would disown him if he were to come out.

Preston’s hero worship soon grows into something deeper, but the friends are separated when thirteen-year-old Preston goes off to boarding school in England. When they reconnect three years later, they finally get to explore their true feelings. As adolescent passion turns to adult realities, they face new consequences at every turn. When the stars seem about to align and they’re ready to begin their lives together, fate alters their plans.

Will they remain star-crossed forever or will destiny bring them back together?

Fire Horse  Mickie B. Ashling © 2021

All Rights Reserved

San Antonio, Texas

1976

I was ten years old when I met Konrad Schnell, Monica’s only brother. Konrad, with a K, had been fifteen at the time, and already someone to be reckoned with on the polo field. Taller than the tallest person I knew―my dad―Kon was everything I wanted to be and more. I’d never have his golden hair or meaty limbs; I wasn’t built like that, but I did have the blue eyes, although not quite as arresting as his. Konrad stood out in a crowd, so good-looking he practically sparkled, very much like my present-day Conrad.

The kids had dubbed him Big Foot because his size-fifteen riding boots had to be custom made by a specialty shop in Dallas. He was graceless on the ground but fluid and masterful on horseback. I’d met him the day he spied me losing my balance on the wooden practice pony and then tumbling headlong onto the dirt-packed floor. The sound of his throaty laugh had reverberated in the barn, and my first reaction had been to retaliate, but his size was so intimidating I didn’t think I stood a chance.

Amazingly, Konrad stopped laughing as soon as he saw my flushed face and clenched fists. What he did instead was stick his big hands under my armpits and lift me back up on the pony as if I were weightless.

“Try to grip with your knees this time, kiddo, and don’t bend over too far. If this was the real McCoy, you’d be sporting hoofprints.”

“I wish I could practice on a real pony.”

“Why don’t you?”

“My dad gets pissed every time I mention it.”

“Then why did he join this club?”

“My mother’s a big fan, so he signed up to keep the peace. As for me, he’d rather I learn how to rope and steer our cattle like a cowboy. He thinks polo is for rich guys who have nothing better to do than chase a ball across a field and flirt with the women in big hats.”

“It takes talent and guts to play the sport,” Konrad said heatedly. “He should try it sometime―maybe then he’d change his opinion.”

“He’d rather die than admit he’s wrong,” I said. “I don’t understand what my mom was thinking when she married him. He’s not right for her.”

Konrad hooted at my audacious statement. “What qualifies you as an authority on marriage?”

“I know when something isn’t working,” I said softly.

“You don’t know jack, kiddo. Talk to me when your balls drop and they’re covered with hair.”

My mouth sagged open. No one in my immediate vicinity ever talked about body parts, especially mine.

Konrad punched my arm playfully when he saw the expression on my face. “Come on, you little flea. Show me some moves.”

His challenge had started the ball rolling and marked the beginning of the most important relationship in my life. I became Konrad’s shadow, and he took on the role of mentor, friend, and most importantly, champion. I think he was flattered by my open admiration, and knowing I was risking punishment by escaping to the polo club whenever I had a chance had made every minute together count. I usually burst through the stable doors half an hour after school let out and his first question was always, “How much time do we have?”

Mom was our conspirator, managing the duplicity by concocting one excuse after another to keep Dad in the dark. She was still working on him to let me go to boarding school, but in the meantime, daily lessons by the local superstar would provide a good foundation for my future.

I was grateful Konrad bothered with me at all. He could have been out there carousing with his friends or warding off the beautiful women who hovered around him like gnats instead of futzing with a snot-nosed kid who was too precocious for his own good. But we’d established a connection the afternoon he’d wiped the dirt off my breeches and plunked me back on Woody, the practice tool every aspiring polo player had to contend with. Some inexplicable thread had woven its way between the two of us and it grew tighter with each passing day.

He’d allowed me to hang out with him and his friends. The boys, all in their midteens, treated me like their mascot but used me like a stable boy, having me fetch and carry at will. It never felt degrading, though, only exciting. I knew I was being groomed by learning from the bottom up. Shoveling manure and laying fresh hay for the polo ponies was mixed in with impromptu tutorials on Woody’s back. The guys would point out my mistakes, and Konrad always stayed behind to make sure I didn’t dismount without correcting my blunders.

“It’s critical to your safety and everyone around you that you perfect this move, Flea.”

“I’m so bored,” I moaned and whined, complaining about the repetition.

“It’s a part of your training,” he’d say doggedly. “If you’re going to be a slacker, do it somewhere else.”

“Why can’t I practice on one of your ponies?”

“Not until I’m sure you won’t cause them any harm.”

Konrad treated his ponies like precious children. Later, I’d come to find out why. A polo player was only as good as his mount. The deep connection between rider and steed was never as apparent as it was in this fast and dangerous sport. They became extensions of each other, and a subtle press of knee or inadvertent pull on reins could mean the difference between making a goal and flubbing the entire match. The horses had to be as fearless as their riders, galloping headlong toward goal posts, while all around them players pushed and shoved them out of the way, screaming invectives, and doing everything in their power to prevent the opposing team from reaching the other side. Without the element of trust between horse and rider, there was no hope of excelling on the field.

“The only way you can connect with your pony is through respect.”

“What do you mean?”

“Love them with all your heart but always be their master.”

“I’m not sure I understand you, Kon.”

“Feed them when they’re hungry, soothe them when they hurt, make sure they’re always warm and dry at night, but when you’re out on the playing field, whip them if necessary. By feeling your strength and positive energy, they’ll respond with equal enthusiasm. If you show fear or weakness, they’ll get skittish and back off.”

“Do I have to do anything special to show them I’m master?”

“Love them above anything else.”

“Do you?”

“Natch.”

“You love your horses more than your girlfriend?”

“Not the same,” Konrad said, cuffing me lightly.

“I’ve noticed that some players have three or four instead of a pair. Why is that?”

He chuckled. “So they live longer.”

“Is it that hard on them?”

“It’s brutal.”

I learned soon enough.

Mickie B. Ashling is the pseudonym of a multi-published author who resides in a suburb outside Chicago. She is a product of her upbringing in various cultures, having lived in Japan, the Philippines, Spain, and the Middle East. Fluent in three languages, she’s a citizen of the world and an interesting mixture of East and West.

Since 2009, Mickie has written several dozen novels in the LGBTQ+ genre—which have been translated into French, Italian, Spanish, and German. A lot of her backlist is “Under Construction” as she slowly transitions from traditional publishing to representing herself. Her goal is to have most of her novels back in the universe by the end of 2021. Audiobooks and foreign translations are still available at Amazon and Audible.

 

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