One Silver Summer by Rachel HickmanOne Silver Summer by Rachel Hickman

One Silver Summer

byRachel Hickman

Hardcover | April 26, 2016

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The thinking girl's summer romance: A gorgeously-written story of love and loss with a thrilling royal twist!

After a car accident claims her mother's life, Sass is sent to Cornwall to live with the uncle she's never met. All she wants is to be alone, to come to terms with the new Sass-the girl who can't forget the screech of tires, the crunch of metal.

With its rocky beaches and secluded fields, Cornwall is the perfect place to hide. It gets even better when Sass glimpses a silver horse and starts sneaking off to spend time with the one creature who makes her grief feel manageable.

During one of her visits, Sass runs into Alex, the horse's owner. At first, he shows nothing but disdain for the trespassing American. But despite his brusque manner, he feels an affinity for the curious girl with the sad eyes, and offers to teach her to ride.

Sass never expected to feel anything again, yet soon she finds herself falling for Alex. But Alex has a secret-a bombshell that could shatter Sass's fragile trust. . . and force him to abandon the only girl who made him believe in true love.

Rachel Hickman is the Co-Founder of Chicken House, the acclaimed children's book publishing company. She lives in Somerset, England. One Silver Summer is her first novel.
Title:One Silver SummerFormat:HardcoverDimensions:272 pages, 8.56 × 5.86 × 1.14 inPublished:April 26, 2016Publisher:SCHOLASTIC INCLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0545808928

ISBN - 13:9780545808927


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Sass flew down the coast path. After about a mile, she came to a bay, a sweep of dark wet sand watched over by rocky cliffs on either side. And below her, galloping through the water, was a horse and rider. She followed the cliff path until she saw a skinny shortcut down. It wasn't much more than a parting in the bracken, most likely made by sheep, not people. As she made her way toward the sand, she could see that the horse had wheeled around and was now racing away from her, spooking at the wind, and the waves. When the rider reached the end of the shore, he sat down, half-circled smoothly and brought the horse back to a trot. With a shock of recognition, she realized her mistake. A big one. The rider coming towards her was him: the boy from the meadow. He stared, then gave her a curt nod, and reined in his horse which sidled to a halt. He corrected it with an impatient tap of his heels, and it overreacted, skittering backwards in a cold splash of spray. The boy studied Sass as if she was a crab who'd crawled out from under a rock. She felt suddenly self-conscious in her ragged jeans and man's shirt. â??You know you're trespassing again,â? he said. Her discomfort turned to indignation. 'Oh, I'm sorry! Is this your beach? I better go then.' He took off his helmet and ran a hand through his tousled hair. 'What were you doing up there? He asked. 'Were you watching me?' â??I didn't know it was you. I was sort of watching your horse. He's very beautiful.â? And has better manners than you, she thought. He gave her a strange look, and before he could say anything else, Sass spun around and strode off. â??Don't worry,â? she called over her shoulder. â??I won't bother you again.â? She could feel his eyes on her as she struggled back up the narrow path. This place: England. She didn't belong here. With all her heart, she wanted to go home.