"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

At just fifteen years old, Blaire Thompson thought she had it all. Living in Alberta, owning a fancy stable and competing top level dressage with her mare, Blaire was happy. She lived for competing and loved every second spent around horses. And then something changed. Her mother, unhappy with Blaire, began to put to much pressure on her. Second place was never good enough. Blaire HAD to win first. But Blaire didn't like this new way of living. She began to dread her lessons and competing. Finally, after a blow up with her mother, Blaire packed a bag, stole some money, food and ran. Anger on her mind, she purches a cow pony to get back at her mother, knowing she never approved of western events and takes to rhe road. Shortly after, by chance, she finds herself at Fire Forest Stables, where she takes up the job as an exercise rider. Then, a chance of a lifetime comes up. The chance to travel around North America, stopping at each rodeo and competing. Eager for adventure, she packs off with her new friends on the journey. Will Blaire ever remember how much fun riding used to be?