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Stop by my Smashwords Page before midnight (pacific time) on March 8, to select one of my books. Two are free, and the two newest releases are hugely reduced for Read an E-Book Week. Read excerpts and choose your E-book here:  http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jackieanton

Author’s Note: The Prelude to BYHT3 is a first draft of Love’s tale. This will be your last chance to get the first four chapters free. The prelude will be pulled March 15, 2014 in preparation of the release of the completed tale: “Don’t Call Me Love.” Here is a peek at the cover created by illustrator Sandy Shipley.

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Location of the Smashwords promotional catalog with thousands of free and reduced e-books.  https://www.smashwords.com/books/category/1/newest/1

Middle School and Young Adult Time Travel Treasures…….

This week our Christmas book list is for the more advanced readers. Though the books featured are family friendly for young readers, adults of all ages will also enjoy these engaging stories. Buy links follow each recommendation.

  TheGirlWhoRememberedHorses-Full_300dpi compressed 45.7 KBPut this wonderful futuristic tale on your Christmas shopping list for your favorite Young Adult or Horse Lover’s e-reader. The Girl Who Remembered Horses is reviewed on A to Z Reviews. Click the link on this pages’ side bar. Linda’s e-books can be purchased from Smashwords.com, Amazon, and Barnesandnoble.com.

Check out the November 18th post on this blog for an excerpt.





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Readers can catch my review of “Rim-Fyre and the Stones of Time’’ on A to Z Reviews October 23.  (click on the link on the sidebar of this page.) Check out the Oct 22nd post on this blog for my interview with author Mitzi Tait-Zeller, and an excerpt from this amazing adventure. Horse lovers of all ages  will delight in this novel.

This novel can be purchased on Amazon and Barnesandnoble.com.                                                   Special Christmas buys on the authors website.

 Web Page: http://www.mitzytaitzeller.com/

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/MitzysManeTales


SwitchingH350This is the third book by Jody Kihara that I have read, and each has proven to be better than her previous work. Switching is, in my opinion, her most complex and intriguing work. This YA scifi thriller is well written in the first person, and will immerse readers in the problems of a lost teen forced to live on the streets and fend for herself..

Switching is a, starkly realistic, contemporary urban fantasy. Terry has no control over when she switches. At any moment, she faces being yanked through time to wake up in another year, which often finds her in a range of inconvenient places: jail cells, other people’s houses, libraries, or on a park bench. Excerpt from A to Z Reviews

Switching e-book: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/230646

Check out Jody’s books at www.jodykihara.com, and read a preview of her latest Young Adult novel, SWITCHING.

My Contribution this week is right on theme.

New Frosty Cover 2Is Frosty a time traveler, or only a colt prone to nightmares? This book is for readers middle school thru adult. Check out the e-book coupon at the end of this post.


Hinckley breeding farm 1967

         The first time I’d laid eyes on Marcie I was a yearling. It was about two months after my first birthday that fell on the last day of the month the humans call March. Until that time I was a happy and carefree kid, romping around the farm with the other colts. I had not been upset at weaning time like most of the other foals. My mom, Haysetta, had prepared me for what is usually a traumatic event.

         “I’m going to have another foal next spring, Frosty, and it’s time for you to join the rest of the herd. It is just the way of things, son.” She made weaning sound so natural I didn’t even question her.

         Mom ‘s coat was a bright white with a few tiny spots scattered here and there. I looked like a small dark shadow glued to her side or following behind for the first month of my life. The next five months I grew stronger, running and engaging in mock battles with the other colts. I was eating grass, some hay, and the sweet molasses flavored grain. Mom gradually pushed me away from her delicious milk supply. I nursed less and less. Thanks to Mom’s kind manner, I had zero problems when we were taken away from our mothers. Some of the other colts and fillies were really upset, and so were their mothers. My little sister was born the day before my first birthday. She was real cute, and looked just like a small version of our mother. It was fun to watch her frolic at Mom’s side like I used to.

         A small human, with a long dark brown mane and grass colored eyes, had come to our farm to look at an older horse. She wore a ball cap with a tail of hair sticking out the back opening. It was cool that day, and she wore a puffy red vest. She wasn’t very tall. Her legs only reached halfway down the sides of Lark. All the humans on our farm were tall with white hair, and there was something different about her. She fascinated me, so I stalked them as she rode the Palomino mare around. Lark seemed to like her small rider. She wasn’t tossing her head in the air, like usual, and her ears were perked forward instead of plastered back displaying her nasty temper. Their test ride had taken them around the outside perimeter of the fenced pasture that enclosed me and the rest of the herd. I felt her gaze on me as I tracked them. I whinnied a hello, snorted, and pranced around showing off for her. She laughed at my antics, which encouraged me even more.

         She came back the next day, minus the dark blue chaps that had covered her jeans, she was dressed much the same as when I’d first seen her. She walked me around, brushed me, and checked my feet. I was on my best behavior. Her mom had tried to talk her out of buying me.

         “Marcie, it will be a whole year before you can even start to ride him. You would be better off with the older mare. Young stallions can be a handful even for the most experienced horsemen.”

         “I know, Mom, but there is something special about this colt. He’s very calm, his eyes are so kind, and wise for a yearling. He’s the one I want.”

         She reminded her mom that she was twenty-two now, working, and could afford to keep me for the time I required to mature. It was a huge relief to me that she held her ground; I’d felt this instant connection between us like we were meant to be together. After I overheard their conversation, I knew that she’d felt it too.


         My new home, Hi-Lo Farms, was only a short trailer ride from Hinckley, Ohio where I had been born. I would live at Hi-Lo for the next three years. I learned a lot that first year with Marcie. Often her body language made it obvious to me when I’d messed up, or pushed her good nature a little too far.

         Marcie and I went to a few Appaloosa shows. She was proud of me and always praised my performance when I stood up and did all the maneuvers required of me, even when the other stallions in the halter class were acting up. “Good job, Frosty.”

         It wasn’t until, Lorry, one of the snooty high stepping Saddlebred mares, who also had lived at Hi-Lo, inquired about the color of my ribbons that I began to understand their significance.

         Lorry snickered nastily with a superior attitude and looked down her long narrow nose at me. “Well, little bumpkin, word has it that you went to an App-a-loser show. Did you place? If so what color of ribbon did you come home with?”

         “Marcie and I came home with two ribbons,” I boasted.

         She let out a loud whinny and shook her head. “I asked what color they were, you backwoods dunce.”

         It takes a lot to get me riled, but she was pushing my limits. Just what makes her think that she’s smarter than me? I tried to be a gentleman and hold my temper. “The ribbon we got on Saturday was yellow, and Sunday we collected a red ribbon before we headed for home.”

         “Well, you can forget about the yellow one. My human, Thurston, says, ‘Anything that isn’t first or second place—blue or red—is an embarrassment and belongs in the trash’.”

         That did it! I had turned, lifted my tail, and farted right in her stuck- up face.

         Lorry and her equally self-important owner with the funny name moved away a few months later. They went to a fancy, high priced, training facility. I’m not just speaking for myself when I say she wasn’t missed by any of us at Hi-Lo. Yes, she was gone, but her taunts about the color of my ribbons played in my head at the next few shows.

         Up until my two-year-old spring when I became a gelding, I had always been shown in the stallion halter class. I would stand with my legs squared up like Marcieand I had practiced for hours on end. My polished hooves never moved while we waited in the lineup for our turn to walk up to the judge, then I squared up again so that he or she could walk around me checking out my conformation—that is how well they thought I was put together. When the judge was finished checking out my muscular body, I trotted off in a straight line, and showed off my well-formed legs as they tracked straight and true.

         I think it’s fair to say that most judges liked me. At that time, I consistently placed in the top three, and my halter class usually numbered at least twenty horses. Marcie would console me with, “Judges feel obligated to place a loud colored horse first for the yearling stallion class.”

         I believe Marcie was correct about that. Most of the horses who received their ribbons before me had leopard coat patterns; others that placed above me sported huge white blankets loaded with spots. At that time in my life I was a dark chocolate color with black spots under my dark coat and just a little sprinkle of white hairs on my rump that looked a little like sugar or frosting.

Marcie said, “That’s the reason your first owners named you ‘Frosty Britches’.”

         That’s what they called me at the shows when they announced the names of the horses awarded ribbons; my friends simply called me Frosty.          My mother told me when I was little, “son, you are the only dark colored foal ever born to me, and I have foaled more than a dozen before you. The star decorating the middle of your forehead, and the small white sock on your left hind foot contrast beautifully with your dark coat.”

         Like many Appaloosas, I had pink skin with black spots that was really hard to miss. My parti-colored skin contrasted big time with my dark coat too; the colorful skin covered my nose, circled my eyes, and my private parts. White sclera ringed my dark brown eyes, giving me an almost human look, and my hooves were vertically striped; all of these traits are common among what humans call the Appaloosa horse.

         Marcie and I went to a few shows where I showed in the two-year– old gelding class. To my surprise, many of the same horses who had been in the previous years stallion class with me were now in my gelding class too. I was stalled between two of my half brothers at the second show that Marcie took me to as a gelding. I questioned them about their gelding experiences.

         Chel-C proudly informed me, “I didn’t have any trouble when I was gelded and was down only a short time.”

         Sailor though admitted, “Just like you, Frosty, I required a second shot.”

         My interest was piqued. “Were you down a long time, Sailor?”

“I’m not sure, Frosty. My vet and the other humans were worried about me, so I guess that I was down longer than was usual. It took me a good twenty minutes to stand once I woke up. Then, I staggered around for a while before I could walk normally again.”

         I had to ask. “Did you have any strange dreams or visions while you were asleep?”

“Not that I recall. Why did you?”

         I didn’t want to be seen as an oddball. “Uh…no, but I’ve heard from older horses that crazy dreams or strange visions can come from too much tranquilizer.”

         Sailor and Chel-C both looked at me askanceand I knew they could tell I was covering something up. Fortunately, they didn’t call me on it. Thinking back, the whole experience was a vague memory, but just enough remained to make me wonder if someone—anyone else—had gone through anything like that. I only asked a couple of other new geldings, and when none of them had experienced anything remotely similar, I began to worry why it had only happened to me.

An excerpt from chapter 2 is included with the Haunting Halloween Tale post of Oct. 25, 2013 on A to Z Reviews. Click the link the side bar to read more about “Frosty and the Nightstalker.”                                                                                                                                                                                                                        Here is a 50% coupon FY97K Go to my Smashwords link:

http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jackieanton click on the title, and enter the above code at checkout. Then pick your download. If you don’t have an e-reader choose the PDF version for your computer.

A couple of direct links to purchase the print version.

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Backyard-Horse-Tales-Frosty-Nightstalker/dp/1457517515/ref=tmm_pap_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1384518342&sr=1-2

Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Frosty-and-the-Nightstalkser?keyword=Frosty+and+the+Nightstalkser&store=book

Want an autograph for your online buys? Go to: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/backyardhorse

Author Links:

Website: http://talesbyjackie.com

Backyard Horse Tales Fan Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Backyard-Horse-Tales/190283981002767

E-mail: talesbyjackie@yahoo.com

December 4th will be adult Wednesday. Books and e-books exclusively for those 18 and over.


End of Summer E-Book Read-A-Thon!

         The read-a-thon is to help Frosty celebrate his triumphant return from his experience at Book Expo America Show last month after being named one of four fictional e-book finalists. His hooves barely touched down when the Mom’s Choice Awards folks notified us that his tale “Frosty and the Nightstalker” had been awarded the Silver Seal of Excellence in Juvenile Historical Fiction.Frosty Trial Cover #3To save 50% on Frosty’s E-book enter the code RR32T at checkout and pick your download. Hey kids, Frosty says to have Mom or Dad help you through it. He doesn’t know that most of you are better at this online stuff than your parents or grandparents.

Note: All 50% off coupons expire on August 20, 2013

Here’s the link: http://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/jackieanton

Click on this then pick the book you want and click on the title.

 Not to forget the adults and to kick off the recent release of “Wind River Refuge” here is a coupon for 50% off this new e-book for your reading pleasure. LQ55R Caution: This novel is not for the squeamish, Read the descriptions on the Smashwords site before purchasing. Early reader reviews are just coming in on this one.

 If the solving of brutal crimes is to much for you there is still plenty of adventure, intrigue, and the battle of the sexes to wind up this heat wave in “Fateful Waters.” The 50% savings code for this novel is AZ97C.

 Fateful Waters 600_819 FinalYou Tube link for the Fateful Waters book trailer. http://youtu.be/H-5D2XAHzL0

 Please take a moment after you’ve read the book to review it on Smaswords, and Amazon. Find a shade tree, hideout near a fan, or in the air conditioning with a tall cool glass of your favorite refreshment, and relax with one of my books.

Here is the link to ask for an autographed cover of your e-book selection.http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/backyardhorse

“Frosty and the Nightstalker” Reviewed “educational and entertaining”

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Backyard Horse Tales 2

Frosty and the Night stalker

By Jackie Anton

Frosty is a two-year-old Appaloosa colt that is given a tranquilizer by the vet, which will change him from a stallion into a gelding. When he awakens, he’s no longer in his Ohio boarding stable, but on a hill overlooking a herd of horses he doesn’t know. He thinks he’s in “horse heaven” but as the drugs leave his body the strange vision fades — for now.

Author Anton tells Frosty’s story through flashbacks, beginning with the day he meets Marcie when he’s just a yearling. There is an instant bonding between the Colt and the 22-year-old young woman who buys him. He moves to Hi-Lo Farms where Marcie begins his training to show him at Appaloosa and other show horse events. The other horses of all types and people find “Frosty Britches’” strange Appaloosa markings fascinating — especially the white sprinkles across his dark spotted romp.

Frosty still gets images of another time period, which frightens him. This culminates into his drifting back in time to 1869, to an Indian camp; yet here he sees glimpses of his own time, making him feel caught between two different worlds.

Frosty’s life as an Indian horse is rife with adventure and detailed history of the Native Americans who inhabit the land now called America. Frosty’s bravery in saving a young four-year-old Indian boy from drowning brings him much acclaim–and a new name. His past life with the Indians and their horses, along with his present life, meld together to make him an even finer example of a brave passionate animal caught between two worlds: and learning from them both.

This book will fascinate, educate and delight pre-teen, YA, and readers of all age groups. Frosty tells his life story with truth and heart, making him a character that will long be remembered in the minds of readers. Author Jackie Anton does a superb job of intertwining the past and present lives of a very special Appaloosa horse. This five-star book should be recommended reading in all schools. It’s a wonderful story for horse lovers, children and adults. Those enjoying Frosty and the Nightstalker will also want to read the author’s other book, Backyard Horse Tales: Sox 2nd Edition, winner of the prestigious Mom’s Choice Award Silver Seal of Excellence. There’s a charming excerpt of the next Backyard Horse Tales 3, “Don’t Call Me Love” at the end of this book.

Micki Peluso: writer, journalist, and author of . . . And the Whippoorwill Sang

Valley Tack’s Midnight Sale!

Help me kick off the print release of “Frosty and the Nightstalker”

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at the annual midnight sale held by Valley Tack Shop, Inc., 6780 Center Rd., Valley City, OH 44280.

This is the second in the Backyard Horse Tale Series. Autographed copies of the Mom’s Choice Award Winner “Backyard Horse Tales: Sox 2nd Edition” and the adult novel “Fateful Waters” will also be available at the sale. Stop by and say hello. All books are 10% off at the checkout.

Join us for a great store wide sale, great door prizes, food, and fun. Drop by Valley Tack Shop’s web site for a list of activities.

Here’s a new site that offers free autographs for e-book and online paperback purchasers.  http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/backyardhorse

Hope to see you tonight!

Horse Knows The Way Home

February Newsletter

   Book of the Month

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Backyard Horse Tales

 Sox 2nd Edition  Mom’s Choice Excellence Award Winner by Jackie Anton Dog Ear Publishing Soft Cover, 2012, $11.99 Kindle Edition: $3.99 ISBN: 978-1-4575-0949-0 Available on Amazon

Reviewed by HKTWH Expert Carol M. Upton:

I still had visions of running, and running, as fences dissolved before me. I knew there had to be open spaces out there somewhere, places where horses could run free mile after mile, but so far the wide-open spaces were only in my dreams. ~ Jackie Anton

Living with her grandmother in the country is not Emma’s idea of a good time. She misses the city’s bright lights, her parents have split up, and her mom has been deployed to Iraq. She has a learning disability and wonders how she will cope when her mom can’t be home for Christmas. No wonder she is having trouble concentrating in school! As the story unfolds, Emma’s life begins to shift. A special-needs foal named Sox is born on a neighboring farm and these kindred spirits discover a priceless friendship. When Emma reads aloud or sings songs to Sox, he doesn’t care if she gets stuck on the words. He’s missing his mom, wondering how to get along in the world and he longs for a friend. Both Emma and Sox learn how to find strength in the challenges that come to us all.

Anton’s lively writing captures the growing pains of a young girl and a young horse who would both just like to be normal. What does it mean to be normal anyhow? There are no simple answers, but the author creates space for these two delightful characters to puzzle all that out in their own way, despite their respective challenges. Anton’s keen knowledge of both horses and children paired with her own appealing sketches shine through in this book. It deserves a spot in every home and classroom, where young folks and the adults who love them will want to read it time and again. Jackie Anton is the author of “Backyard Horse Tales: Sox 2nd Edition” which has been awarded the prestigious Mom’s Choice Award Silver Seal of Excellence. Backyard Horse Tales 2 “Frosty and the Nightstalker” is now an e-book on Amazon and Smashwords. Print release is March 2013. Visit Jackie at: http://www.talesbyjackie.com

An Early morning visit from a Sprit Horse!


Characters in a story can, and often do haunt an author’s sleep. A writing coach of mine once told me, “Keep a note book beside your bed, and one in your pocket. You never know when inspiration will strike.” I wish that I could tell you that I adhere to that, but I seldom do.

In the predawn hours of this morning Frosty paid me a visit. All of my Backyard Horse Tales are loosely based on the lives of special horses that have graced my life. Occasionally, Frosty would get out of his stall and visit me at strange hours. You would think that by now I would be used to his visits. However, Frosty passed on to horse heaven over twenty-one years ago.

The following is the dream and conversation as best as I can recall it. In my stories the horses narrate the events in their lives, but they never talk to people.


I could feel someone in the darkness moving closer, and then the black of night faded to show the shadowy form of a horse. I recognized him immediately.

            “Frosty, what are you doing here?” 

            His form began to solidify. He stood before me—at the foot of my bed—not the aged horse that had passed on, but my beautiful Appaloosa in his prime. Then, he spoke to me!

            “Howdy Jack. I heard you call me, so I stopped by to see if I could help.”


            It is true that I have been thinking about him a lot lately while working on his tale. I wondered if I had, indeed, called out to him during my restless night. Okay, I might as well take advantage of this opportunity to speak with him, “Do you know about the book that I am working on that includes you?”


            “Oh yeah, I know.  Sox, thinks it is funny that you didn’t have much trouble with his story, and Love is making me crazy! She wants my book out of the way, so you can finish her memoirs.”


            “Your tale is more complicated, and took a lot of research. Then it was a challenge weaving the historical facts into a horse’s point of view. Most of it is complete and I am working with an editor to make sure the story flows, and is interesting for our young readers.” 


            “You know, Jack, I wasn’t so sure about the whole reincarnation theory at first. Now that you have started down that path you need to finish.”


            “I know. I have talked to Kellie and Pat about the ending. I discussed it at length with the Illustrator, about the best way to handle the whole issue that isn’t too dark for our youngest readers.”


            “Well, if my opinion carries any weight, I agree with Kellie. Just do it! It is the only way that I can exist in my part of the story, but I still think that the story is a little spooky. On the other hoof, I like sharing a bit of Appaloosa history with people. It’s time for me to go.”

            “Frosty, say hello to the others for me.”

             “I will. Bye Jack.”

             Poof! He just faded away, and I am frantically writing before the dream vanishes. Frosty’s visit gave me the answer for how to approach the climax of his story. I sure hope he likes the results. It is kind of hard to tell about Frosty he had always been such a stoic individual. Nothing much ever bothered him. The one exception to his bravery had been his dread of crossing rivers. It was his out of character fear of water that gave me the idea for Backyard Horse Tales 2; “Frosty and the Nightstalker.”

Illustration by Sandy Shipley

Author Nancy Kaiser in the Spotlight.

Nancy shares “Tales of an Animal Communicator” with us. Her interview is posted. Just click on author interviews.

This author donates a portion of her proceeds from the sales of Tales and its companion CD  to her local Humane Society, Noah’s Wish, and The Wild Horse Sanctuary in California. Visit my blog and check out Nancy’s insights, leave a comment, and browse the other authors still posted.

Interview With Denise Branco equine author

Horse at the Corner Post is in the Spotlight May 9th and is already posted for your consideration. Denise shares her true story with us. Click on Author Interviews and click once more to select her interview. Please leave a comment on the interviews.

Handicapped child can’t walk, but boy can she ride!

Tails of Sweetbrier [Paperback]

Written by Deanie Humphrys-Dunne

This is a true story about a little girl who dreams of becoming a champion horseback rider. Deanie was born with a handicap, which made walking difficult. What does her dad do when the doctors say she would never be able to walk? He decides to teach her to ride horses. Will she give up when things don’t go well? What happens when she falls off her horse? Even if she prevails, she will need just the right horse so they can become a winning team. This inspirational story will show you that nothing is impossible if you don’t quit.
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