Shadow On The Fells

Shadow On The Fells
Eleanor Jones

He's a danger to everything she holds dear.With his unruly dog, big-city airs, and obvious ignorance of the Lake District and its traditions, Will Devlin is Chrissie Marsh's worst nightmare. There's nothing the shepherdess loves more than the land she lives and works on, and nothing she hates more than the tourists who threaten it. Except Will isn't a tourist; he's her new neighbor. And he intends to turn her hallowed fells into a playground for people on holiday. But when he keeps showing up at her farm to offer—and ask for—help, she realizes she'll need to put a stop to her own feelings before she can even try to stop him.

He’s a danger to everything she holds dear

With his unruly dog, big-city airs, and obvious ignorance of the Lake District and its traditions, Will Devlin is Chrissie Marsh’s worst nightmare. There’s nothing the shepherdess loves more than the land she lives and works on, and nothing she hates more than the tourists who threaten it. Except Will isn’t a tourist; he’s her new neighbor. And he intends to turn her hallowed fells into a playground for people on holiday. But when he keeps showing up at her farm to offer—and ask for—help, she realizes she’ll need to put a stop to her own feelings before she can even try to stop him.

Chrissie watched helplessly as sheep disappeared in every direction.

She whistled to her collies, but she would have needed half a dozen dogs to keep the terrified sheep together.

“Max!” cried the man. “Max! Bad dog. Come here.”

The big dog ignored him, but he managed to grab hold of its collar. For a moment, they struggled, and then the man staggered forward. If the situation hadn’t been so desperate, Chrissie would have laughed as he sprawled to the ground.

She whistled to Tess and Fly, and they raced over. The sheep had calmed somewhat, but at best she’d be spending the rest of the afternoon gathering them. At worst…well…she didn’t want to think about that just yet.

“Good dogs. Stay.” The man was on his feet now, his leather shoes much the worse for wear and his suit pants ripped at the knees.

“You,” she said in a cold, flat voice. “You should get back to the city…and take your idiot dog with you. I’d have been well within my rights to shoot it, you know.”

He held her gaze with his piercing eyes. “But you haven’t got a gun.”

“Then I’ll start carrying one.”

Dear Reader (#ud72c085c-4301-5156-98e5-9f21e1f72055),

This is the fourth and last book in my Creatures Great and Small series. I do hope you enjoy it. Any thoughts, comments or questions you may have about Shadow on the Fells or any of the other books in the series would be very welcome. I really do appreciate feedback from my readers, for without you I would have no reason to write.

You can contact me at info@holmescalesridingcentre.co.uk or through Facebook.

All very best wishes and happy reading,

Eleanor

Shadow on the Fells

Eleanor Jones

www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)

ELEANOR JONES was brought up on a farm in the north of England and learned to love animals and the countryside from an early age. She has ridden all her life, and after marrying her husband at just eighteen years old and having two wonderful children, they set up a riding center together. This is still thriving over thirty years later, doing hacks, treks and lessons for all ages and experiences. Her daughter competes at the national level, and she is now a partner in the business and brings her adorable three-year-old son to work with her every day. Eleanor’s son is also married with two children, and they live nearby. Eleanor has been writing for what feels like her whole life. Her early handwritten novels still grace a dusty shelf in the back of a cupboard somewhere, but she was first published over fifteen years ago, when she wrote teenage pony mysteries.

I would like to dedicate this book to my grandchildren, Dan, Emma and little Ollie

Contents

Cover (#ue67a85fd-c2df-5cf7-85b9-fd752ed5f6da)

Back Cover Text (#ubaa4b3a4-acec-5bf9-beec-7dcfd12f26fc)

Introduction (#u0434d32c-c24a-5832-a42f-217f4f97ea30)

Dear Reader (#uf95711f4-aba7-5cd1-8104-12c2deb7b415)

Title Page (#u0e6c5f07-12e2-51a5-b9f5-59fc4069e1c6)

About the Author (#u56f20b8e-9fa4-5597-86ab-8267788250e7)

Dedication (#u4022ab8e-c105-5f50-8b8a-7fe2d4badf5c)

CHAPTER ONE (#u3f8bf933-216f-5852-bcf2-462d46227d8b)

CHAPTER TWO (#ue7289be2-2d76-50ae-b488-7ac3c7072b6d)

CHAPTER THREE (#u11e87298-9336-5ccd-8545-77c643e10824)

CHAPTER FOUR (#u84f43b98-539a-5cb1-ae38-edeeca452c44)

CHAPTER FIVE (#ua7b87ab4-4676-5f07-933a-5b401c0dcc57)

CHAPTER SIX (#u91751701-d51a-50c7-89e3-5f98943d3aa1)

CHAPTER SEVEN (#u70eee5f5-e842-569f-bd42-4a3d7cfd1473)

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN (#litres_trial_promo)

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