When tough, self-made L.A. construction mogul and thoroughbred owner Pat McGoohey hires the smooth, talented, mahogany-skinned Len Thomas as his trainer, he breaks with longstanding protocol, taking Len across the color line into white turf and a rapidly accelerating adventure of crime, romance, racing and race.
Len enjoys being the only black thoroughbred trainer anyone ever heard of, but Big Pat is unscrupulous, and he’s determined to have his favorite mare covered by a top stud. Len holds his job by breaking some rules for her in a big Saratoga race, impressing Sheikh Lakham, a major owner, who he meets. He also falls for Holly St. Cyr, assistant-lover of super-rich Dixie Dixon, a legendary Kentucky stud-horse owner, but he can’t quite hook up. McGoohey’s mare comes through, but when he approaches Dixie for her stud’s services, she laughs him off, publicly humiliating and enraging a dangerous man. When he decides to hijack some super-sperm the lid blows off and Len is on the run with Holly.
Barney Rostaing delivers the goods. He knows horse racing — and, more importantly, he knows people. From the racetrack to the back streets of L.A., BREEDERS zings with flavor and flair. A strong novel from a writer who we should be hearing a lot more from. — C.E. LAWRENCE, author of Secret Stalker
What Barney Rostaing has achieved here is something so free of cliches about minorities, women, and privileged men that we are continually startled by his authority and insight. In the process, he reinvents the heist tale as a commentary on contemporary life as it is actually lived.
— STANLEY CROUCH, syndicated columnist, author of Kansas City Lightning
BREEDERS is a unique take on romance …. a spin through the criminal underworld that entangles horse racing and much more.
— MIDWEST BOOK REVIEW
Breeders negotiates the razor’s edge of suspense thriller and prescient satire with tongue-in-cheek aplomb. The pace is sharp, and Rostaing’s deft treatment of his bizarre cast of race-track characters is simultaneously affectionate and corrosively funny. — KEVIN BARTELME, author of Let Them Eat…Rubbish
(Rostaing’s) handling of character, suspense, setting, and social issues places BREEDERS in a special category of crime fiction.
— MICHAEL SEGEDEY, author of EMMA
And prim slim Cinnamon could get down. Smooth and cool, not a whole lot of motion, but dancing in the zone, eyelids lowered. Words would just be superfluous, and Len Thomas had initiated many seductions on dance floors. He had no problem reading her classy little East Coast style, and shortly, with no change in expression, she began to open it up a little. No problem, no words.
Hippest couple on the floor, Budney’s friends aghast. He picked up on her and moved back just a little so she could see what he was doing, then threw in some things … which she picked up quickly, then getting a little more intricate with her foot thing, which he observed with respect. Little test. He hooked up with it, making the shift as the band started a fresh chorus…
On a dance floor impulse she glanced below his belt and he caught her. Hot, thought Len Thomas. Man, this woman is Hot.
Cool, thought Holly St. Cyr. This guy is fun.
Motherfucker! muttered Jimmy, and for the first time called on his baby to come again. Instead of the reluctant ‘Biche he knew, instant response. Gracie kept on at the same speed, which was not slow, and Jimmy went to the crop. Arabiche was beyond horse sense, digging deep. Seeing the dark little animal coming up on the rail, Gracie fought back. ‘Biche fought harder, gaining by inches. Unbelievably, Gracie faltered, and Jimmy felt a wild surge, drunk with power, taking aim on the favorites, his mind empty of everything but the magnificent potential of this best-ever lifetime ride. Sure as hell never had this much horse under him before.