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"Last Chance captures the essence of Southern charm and quirkiness. I'm totally captivated!" —- Sherryl Woods, New York Times bestselling author

After a painful divorce, Savannah White wants nothing more than to find her happy place. So when she gets the chance to pack up her life -and her son - and move to the idyllic town where she spent childhood summers, she jumps at the opportunity. Last Chance is just as charming as she remembered. She's even invited to join the local book...

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Overview

"Last Chance captures the essence of Southern charm and quirkiness. I'm totally captivated!" —- Sherryl Woods, New York Times bestselling author

After a painful divorce, Savannah White wants nothing more than to find her happy place. So when she gets the chance to pack up her life -and her son - and move to the idyllic town where she spent childhood summers, she jumps at the opportunity. Last Chance is just as charming as she remembered. She's even invited to join the local book club, where talk soon turns to Savannah's plan to bring the ramshackle downtown movie theater back to life. A new challenge is just what Savannah needs to move forward.. . .
Dash Randall wants to put his fortune to good use, but he remembers Savannah as the bratty "princess" who descended upon him each June, causing no end of trouble. But the teenager he remembered has grown into a gorgeous and generous woman, and it isn't long before Dash finds himself wanting to make brand new memories with Savannah. But first, Dash and Savannah will need to make peace with their pasts to find a new chance for love.

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Editorial Reviews

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"4 1/2 Stars! Ramsay's latest visit to Last Chance is a first-class romance with compelling characters and a real sense of location - the town is practically a character on its own. This entry is sure to keep Ramsay's fan base growing."—RT Book Reviews

"The ladies of the Last Chance Book Club keep the gossip flowing in this story graced with abundant Southern Charm and quirky, caring people. Another welcome chapter to Ramsay's engaging, funny, hope-filled series."—Library Journal

"Last Chance captures the essence of Southern charm and quirkiness. I'm totally captivated!"—Sherryl Woods, New York Times bestselling author

"Southern charm at its funniest."—FreshFiction.com

"Ramsay strikes an excellent balance between tension and humor as she spins a fine yarn."—Publishers Weekly (starred review) on Welcome to Last Chance

"Witty, touching, and absolutely delightful - this story has heart!"—JoAnn Ross, New York Times bestselling author of The Homecoming on Welcome to Last Chance

"Welcome to Last Chance is an impressive start to a charming new series, featuring quirky characters you won't soon forget."—Barbara Freethy, New York Times bestselling author of At Hidden Falls

"Last Chance, South Carolina, is a caring community filled with the promise of hope. Come for a visit!"—Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author of The Welcome Home Garden Club

RT Book Reviews
"4 1/2 Stars! Ramsay's latest visit to Last Chance is a first-class romance with compelling characters and a real sense of location - the town is practically a character on its own. This entry is sure to keep Ramsay's fan base growing."
Sherryl Woods
"Last Chance captures the essence of Southern charm and quirkiness. I'm totally captivated!"
FreshFiction.com
"Southern charm at its funniest."
JoAnn Ross
"Witty, touching, and absolutely delightful - this story has heart!"
Barbara Freethy
"Welcome to Last Chance is an impressive start to a charming new series, featuring quirky characters you won't soon forget."
Lori Wilde
"Last Chance, South Carolina, is a caring community filled with the promise of hope. Come for a visit!"
Library Journal
Still healing from a divorce and determined to keep her rebellious 12-year-old son, Todd, out of her elitist ex-mother-in-law's control, Savannah White leaves Baltimore and heads for her childhood summer sanctuary, Last Chance, SC, to stay with her recently widowed great-aunt and—maybe—restore the decrepit town movie theater she inherited. The last thing she needs is Dash Randall, former baseball pro, recovering alcoholic, and her childhood nemesis, interfering in her life or her son's. But Dash has changed, and as Savannah begins to appreciate the man he has become, the barriers between them start to fall with romantic results that neither sees coming. Pompous Biblical quotes and references to Pride and Prejudice add to the overall fun. VERDICT The ladies of the Last Chance Book Club keep the gossip flowing in this story graced with abundant Southern charm and quirky, caring people. Another welcome chapter to Ramsay's engaging, funny, hope-filled series. The discussion questions included will make this an appealing book club choice, as well. Ramsay (Last Chance Christmas) lives in Fairfax, VA.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781455522293
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 3/26/2013
  • Series: Last Chance Series
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 199,050
  • Product dimensions: 4.20 (w) x 6.60 (h) x 1.20 (d)

Meet the Author

Hope Ramsay grew up on the North Shore of Long Island, but every summer Momma would pack her off under the care of Aunt Annie to go visiting with relatives in the midlands of South Carolina. Her extended family includes its share of colorful aunts and uncles, as well as cousins by the dozens, who provide the fodder for the characters you'll find in Last Chance, South Carolina. She's a two-time finalist in the Golden Heart and is married to a good ol' Georgia boy who resembles every single one of her heroes. She lives in Fairfax, Virginia, where you can often find her on the back deck, picking on her thirty-five-year-old Martin guitar.

Learn more about Hope and Last Chance at:
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Last Chance Book Club


By Hope Ramsay

Grand Central Publishing

Copyright © 2013 Hope Ramsay
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4555-2229-3


CHAPTER 1

Savannah White pulled her twelve-year-old Honda into Aunt Miriam's driveway. She set the parking brake and studied the old Victorian house through the windshield. It had seen better days. Mauve and gold paint peeled from the shingles and bric-a-brac, the porch steps sagged, and the azaleas along the front porch were overgrown.

She studied the garden for a long moment. Clumps of daffodils sprouted in the side yard, shooting up through the pine needle ground cover. She had never realized that there were daffodils in the side yard. Savannah had only visited Aunt Miriam in the summertime, well past daffodil time. The whimsical yellow flowers were a reminder that she was taking a huge risk. Savannah had no idea if she would even like living in Last Chance year-round.

Of course, no one knew yet that she planned to stay. If she had announced her plans, her ex-mother-in-law would have done everything in her power to stop Savannah from leaving Baltimore. Claire White wanted complete control over the education of her grandson, Todd. But Savannah hoped that moving here might shake up Todd's father, Greg, who had canceled every weekend visitation for almost a year and who was behind on his support payments. Greg couldn't have cared less about Todd.

And that left Savannah to wage a never-ending battle with Greg's mother, who seemed more than happy to spend money on the boy and make up for the support Greg never sent. But there was a huge price tag associated with taking Claire White's assistance.

Savannah was tired of always being beholden. And she was tired of living close to her own mother, who never stopped adding up all of her faults and failures. When her last relationship, with Jeremy, had fizzled, Savannah decided to make a change in her life. She started planning a great escape back to her roots. She'd held tag sales to reduce the clutter. She'd put stuff in storage. Her lease was up. She was all ready to go when Uncle Harry died. God bless him, he'd provided the perfect cover for a clean getaway.

Guilt slammed into her chest for allowing herself to think such a thing, even if it was true. She was sorry that she wouldn't see her gruff old uncle again. Aunt Miriam was going to be lost without him. But Claire White hadn't even batted an eye when Savannah announced that she was taking Todd out of school for a few days to attend Harry's funeral. And of course, Todd didn't know the truth either.

She turned toward her twelve-year-old son. He sat in the passenger's seat completely engrossed in a video game. His brown hair curled over his forehead, and the tip of his tongue showed at the corner of his mouth as he concentrated. His eyelashes were amazingly long for a boy, but his skin was so pale he looked like one of those teen vampires from Twilight, albeit a slightly chubby one.

"It's time to put the game away," Savannah said.

Todd didn't acknowledge her request. Tuning her out had become a pattern.

"We have to go now. It's time to meet Aunt Miriam."

No response.

She reached over and took the game from his hands.

"Mom," he whined, "I was just about to win that level."

Savannah turned the damn thing off and tucked it into her oversized purse. "Sorry, kiddo, we're here. It's time to join the real world."

He rolled his pretty brown eyes. "Aw, couldn't I just stay in the car?"

"No."

"But I didn't even know Uncle Harry, and I'm sure Aunt Miriam is just some dumb old lady."

Savannah ground her teeth. "You will show respect to Aunt Miriam, is that clear?"

"Yes, but I hate it here."

"You've been here for five minutes, during which time you've done nothing but zap zombies."

He rolled his eyes. "Mom, Semper Fi doesn't have any zombies. I was shooting members of the Imperial Japanese forces occupying Iwo Jima."

Savannah stared at her son. "You do realize that World War Two is over, and the Japanese are our allies now, right?"

Todd crossed his arms over his chest and sank back into the seat. "I'm not going to some dumb old funeral."

"The funeral isn't until tomorrow. And you will get your butt out of this car and go be nice to your aunt Miriam or I will put your PSP in a microwave and nuke it."

"You wouldn't. That would blow up the apartment and kill the microwave."

"Don't bet on it, kiddo."

"If you did that, Dad would buy me another one, and Grandmother would yell at you."

And that was the problem, right there.

She drew herself up into full-out mommy mode. "I don't care what your father or grandmother might do. You are with me right now, and you will get out of this car. Is that understood?"

He gave her a sulky look and then opened the car door.

She did the same and stepped out into a balmy March day.

"I've never seen a house painted puke green and purple before," he said.

"It's not that bad."

The boy wrinkled his nose in disgust. "It's mad warm here. Are we gonna stand around looking at the dumb old house all day?"

The muscles along Savannah's shoulders knotted, and the headache she'd been fighting since they crossed the South Carolina border was beginning to actually throb.

Just then the front door opened with a bang, and a white-haired lady wearing a blue polyester pantsuit and a pair of red Keds appeared on the porch. Dark, almost black, eyes peered at Savannah through a pair of 1960s-style spectacles festooned with rhinestones. "Well, look who just turned up pretty as a daisy. C'mon up here, sugar," Aunt Miriam said, opening her arms.

Savannah took the rickety porch steps in two long strides and gave her aunt a bear hug.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came," Aunt Miriam said.

Savannah pulled away and looked down at her great-aunt, noting the changes recorded in her face. Her apple cheeks now drooped a little along her jawline. Her skin looked pale and papery. Even the ever-present twinkle in her eyes was dimmed by time and sorrow. Savannah felt a sharp pang of regret that she had allowed so much time to elapse between visits. Aunt Miriam was getting old.

Savannah wished with all her might that she could turn back the clock.

"I'm so sorry about Uncle Harry," Savannah said.

Miriam nodded. "He was old as dirt. And sick these last few years. I know at the end he just wanted to lay his burden down and go on home." Her voice wavered.

Savannah gave Miriam another big hug and whispered, "I'm sure he did. But I know you would have liked him to stay awhile longer."

Miriam pushed back and wiped a few tears from her cheeks. "Enough of this maudlin stuff. Let me see that boy of yours. Last time I saw him, he was no bigger than a minute."

Miriam turned her gaze toward the yard where Todd slouched. Savannah's son had assumed the preteen position—arms crossed and disinterest plastered all over his face.

"Hmm," Aunt Miriam said, "he's a big boy, isn't he?"

"Yes, he is."

"Too bad he doesn't live around here. I'm sure Red Canaday would be all over you recruiting him for Pop Warner football."

"Really? His father played football for the University of Maryland."

"Well, it looks like your boy may have inherited his genes. I think Todd would make an excellent center."

Savannah filed that information away. Todd probably had no interest in playing football. But Savannah was determined to get her son off the couch and out into the fresh air. Last Chance had lots and lots of fresh air.

"Well, son," Miriam said with a wave, "c'mon up here and meet your old Aunt Mim. I know you don't remember me."

The boy walked slowly up the stairs and stoically allowed himself to be hugged.

"Y'all come on in," Aunt Miriam said once she let Todd go. "I've got cookies and pie and enough food to choke a horse. The casserole brigade has been doing overtime these last few days. To be honest, I got so tired of Lillian Bray trying to take charge of my kitchen that I shooed them all away this noontime. They mean well, I suppose, but a morning with Lillian is enough to try even the most patient of souls."

She turned toward Todd. "I'm sure you're hungry, son."

Todd nodded. Todd was always hungry.

"Well, come on then. I'll show you the way to the kitchen."

A burst of cool air greeted them in the hallway. It took a moment for Savannah's eyes to adjust to the dark interior. The house had changed little in the eight years since her last visit. To the right stood the formal dining room with its gleaming mahogany table and chairs upholstered in light green moiré. The china closet filled with blue willowware still dominated the far wall. She could practically smell the ham and butter beans that Granny had served on those dishes all those years ago.

She turned her gaze to the left. The front parlor still contained Victorian settees upholstered in red velvet and striped damask silk. The baby grand piano, where she'd practiced endless scales and learned Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata," still stood in the corner between the bay window and the pink marble fireplace.

She closed her eyes and breathed in the scents of lemon oil, beeswax, and memory. This house had once belonged to her grandfather, Aunt Miriam's older brother. Savannah had spent many happy summers here.

Miriam came to a stop beside the oak stairway. "Oh, there you are. I called you to come down five minutes ago," she said as a dark-headed man of about thirty-five sauntered down to the landing and leaned into the newel post.

He hooked his thumbs through the loops of his Wranglers, lazily crossed one cowboy-booted heel over the other, and assumed the traditional Western pose. Too hard and rangy to belong to the house with its 1940s cabbage rose wallpaper, lace doilies, and china figurines, he looked like he'd just stepped out of a grade-B western.

He gazed at Savannah with a pair of sexy eyes as blue as Bradley Cooper's, and the corner of his mouth tipped up in a craggy smile. "It's been a long time," he said in a twangy drawl.

She blinked a few times, taken by her visceral reaction to his accent. Recognition flashed through her like the Roman candles Granddaddy used to set off on the Fourth of July.

"Cousin Dash," she said. "You still sound like a Texan."

Dash's gaze did a slow circuit of her body, and she felt naked as a jaybird under his intense inspection. "And you've grown up some since I saw you last, princess."

"Don't call me that," she said through gritted teeth. "I'm not ten years old anymore." Granddaddy had called Savannah princess until the day he died, but in Dash's mouth the word came out as a twisted insult.

"No, I guess not." His eyes flashed to Todd and back. "And I see you've become a momma."

She turned toward her son. "Todd, this is Cousin Dash. When he was twelve, he put a snake in my bed and blew up my favorite Barbie doll with a cherry bomb. I'm sure he is very sorry for what he did. And I am very—"

"Did the Barbie doll melt?" Todd asked.

Dash chuckled. "As I recall, it blew apart in about a dozen flaming pieces. But yeah, it melted."

"It was my favorite, Twirly Curls Barbie. And—"

"Cool. What kind of snake did you put in the bed?" Todd asked.

"A garter snake, entirely harmless. Scared your momma to pieces, though. You should have seen her running through the hallway in her baby-doll nightie. It was the—"

"Dash, I really don't think we have to rerun our entire history for Todd's benefit, do we?" Savannah said.

"If we're talking about the past, princess, it's because you raised the issue."

Aunt Miriam entered the fray. "I declare you two sound just like you did when you were children. Now both of y'all act like the adults you are and c'mon back to the kitchen and have some dinner. I've got one of Jenny Carpenter's pies. A cherry one, I believe."

Dash flashed a bright smile in Miriam's direction. "Yes, ma'am, I will try to behave. But no thank you, ma'am, to the dinner and pie. I have errands to run up at the stable. Aunt Mim, will you be all right if I leave you with Savannah for a little bit?"

"You go on, Dash. I'm fine," Miriam said.

He nodded to Savannah. "Welcome back," he said without much enthusiasm. Then he strode toward the front door, his cowboy boots scraping across the oak floor. He stopped at the rack by the door and snagged an old, sweat-stained baseball hat bearing the logo of the Houston Astros. He slapped it down on his head and turned toward Miriam. "Don't wait up. I'll probably be late," he said, then turned toward Savannah. "Princess." He tipped his hat and headed through the open door.

"Dash, don't slam—" Miriam's admonishment was cut off by the loud bang of the front door slamming.

Todd spoke into the silence that followed. "He's really tight."

Oh, great. Dash Randall was the last person on earth that Savannah wanted as a role model for her problem child.


"Boy, that was a big mistake," Dash muttered as he watched the television above the bar. The Atlanta Braves' pitcher had just served up a meatball, and the batter had clocked it 435 feet.

"Uh-huh. Dash, honey, you want another Coke? You've been nursing that one for the better part of an hour now, and it's mostly water," said Dottie Cox, the proprietor of Dot's Spot, Last Chance's main watering hole.

Dash pulled his gaze away from the spring training game on the television above the bar and looked into Dottie's over-made-up eyes. Dottie had to be pushing sixty hard, but she was outfitted in a neon green tank top and too-tight blue jeans. She might be trashy, but she had a heart of gold.

"Honey, you want another Coke?" Dot asked again.

Dash took a deep breath. "I guess I'll have to settle. Especially since I can't have you."

Dottie leaned over the bar and gave him the kind of wise look only a bartender could manage. "Dash, if you want to flirt, go find someone your own age. In fact, I have a suggestion—why don't you find your courage and do something about Hettie Marshall."

He squinted back up at the television. "They're putting in Ramirez. Good move," he muttered.

"I declare, Dash, you're a chicken. And I don't mean one of them chickens they process out at the plant. Hettie is a single woman now, and near as I can tell you've done nothing about it."

"She just lost her husband. She's in mourning."

Dottie leaned an elbow on the bar. It was a slow night at The Spot. The house band didn't play on Mondays, so the regular patrons were feeding their pocket change to the jukebox. And since the regulars drank too much, the jukebox was pumping out mostly drinking and cheating songs.

"Honey, you're afraid Hettie's going to say no."

He snorted. "Of course I am. She's been saying no for decades."

"My point exactly. You're so afraid of being alone that you don't even try. Which, of course, means you're destined to be alone."

He frowned. "Dottie, have you been sampling the liquor?"

"No, I haven't. And you know I'm right about this."

He tamped down his annoyance. He needed Dottie pointing out his fears and failures like he needed a hole in the head.

"Dottie, the truth is that I love Hettie, but she doesn't love me." He looked down at his soda pop and ran his finger through the condensation on the outside of the glass. Hettie was a sore spot.

He'd been carrying a torch for that woman since he was a teenager. They'd had a pretty hot thing going his senior year in high school, and then she up and dumped Dash on the same day he signed his first major-league contract. He was suddenly a rich man, but Hettie broke his heart by walking away from him. She'd left him for Jimmy Marshall.

But now Jimmy was dead. And everything had changed. Dash wasn't the big man with the major-league contract anymore. He was a recovering alcoholic with a busted-up knee.

He hated to admit it, but Dottie was right. Hettie wanted a different kind of man. And he'd have to change if he wanted to win her love. What if he put himself on the line, and she still said no? What if he let himself fall hard for her, and she walked away like she had all those years ago?

This was why AA suggested that people like him stay away from relationships. Dash had had a few in his twenties. But every time a woman turned heel and walked out, he crashed, hard. And then he'd go looking for a drink.

Shoot, his life was exactly like those stupid drinking and cheating songs on Dottie's jukebox. It was pitiful.
(Continues...)


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  • Posted June 28, 2013

    I really enjoyed Last Chance Book Club. Hope Ramsay writes abou

    I really enjoyed Last Chance Book Club. Hope Ramsay writes about people who have "normal" stuff happen in their lives. The quirky relatives that you love but sometimes embarass you - the high school hunk who grows up and learns a lot of lessons. Savannah and Dash have a lot to work through, but with the support of the small town of Last Chance, a lot can happen. It's so nice to read a good story where you really feel invested in the characters. It's like you're their neighbors. LOVE this series!

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  • Posted June 27, 2013

    I love this book. I have belonged to a book club for over 20 ye

    I love this book. I have belonged to a book club for over 20 years. This group of women have grown up together. From babies, through divorce, and even death. Woman friends are the best!

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  • Posted June 26, 2013

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    I love love love this book.  I feel as if Last Chance is my own

    I love love love this book.  I feel as if Last Chance is my own hometown And the characters are family. 
    I love the entire  series and look forward to many more.  

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    Posted February 9, 2014

    Stormheart

    Pounces on a mouse and catches it.

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    Posted October 9, 2013

    Sar Esama

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  • Posted September 14, 2013

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    A heartwarming story with a little mystery thrown in

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    While you don’t have to read the previous books in the Last Chance series, it helps to know who the characters are. In this installment, we get to dig a little deeper into just who Dash Randall is. I have to admit I was surprised by what I found. Dash Randall, the alcoholic of Last Chance, South Carolina is SO much more than he appears to be.

    Savannah White needs to get away. Away from her mother, ex-husband and ex-mother in law. What better place to go than Last Chance, South Carolina. Savannah and her son Todd move in with her Aunt Miriam, after the death of Miriam’s husband, Harry. She’s surprised to learn that her distant cousin and childhood tormentor Dash is also living there. To say that these two dislike each other is an understatement.

    Savannah’s grandfather left her The Kismet, an old dilapidated eyesore of a theater located in downtown Last Chance. Dash puts aside his dislike of Savannah and along with the town rallies around her to help restore the theater and her dream. Unfortunately, there’s something going on with the theater. It seems someone doesn’t want Savannah to realize her dream. Dash makes it his mission to get to the bottom of things.

    In the midst of working on the theater, Dash and Savannah each realize their attraction for the other. And when that attraction turns into love, it’s heartwarming. As with all of the other books in the series, Last Chance Book Club is full of characters that you will love. There’s also some little self help quotes to be found in the book. I love those.

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  • Posted July 3, 2013

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    I love the Last Chance series. Such a cute little town. Savannah

    I love the Last Chance series. Such a cute little town. Savannah comes back home and has such amazing adventures in her Home Town. Never a dull moment. Read The Last Chance series if you love reading about life in a small town. it will make you laugh and cry.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2013

    Rogue

    Sends a psychic wave that sends pain into Spades enoguh tine to let Ace escape. I summon my soulsword and i grab Nightcrawlers arm. I teleport back to faded glory. 3rd res

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