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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

Dear Reader,

Yes, our town is way off the beaten path, but strange, wonderful miracles happen a lot around here.

I've owned the Cut 'n' Curl beauty shop for years, and I've seen folks come for a visit, then stay for a lifetime. Take Jane-that pretty firecracker of a ...

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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

Dear Reader,

Yes, our town is way off the beaten path, but strange, wonderful miracles happen a lot around here.

I've owned the Cut 'n' Curl beauty shop for years, and I've seen folks come for a visit, then stay for a lifetime. Take Jane-that pretty firecracker of a girl who just arrived in town. I would swear she's running from something. She came with only five dollars in her pocket but she's worked real hard to make a fresh start. She's turned my son Clay's life upside down without even realizing it.

And thank goodness for that! Ever since Clay left his country western band, he's played everything too safe. He needs to take a chance on Jane. Besides, the more he tries to keep his distance, the more he'll realize that he and Jane are singing the same tune.

But I should quit ramblin' and go check on Millie's permanent wave. Next time you're in Last Chance, be sure to swing by. We've got hot rollers, free coffee, and the best gossip in town.

See you real soon,

Ruby Rhodes

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Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Ramsay's delicious contemporary debut introduces the town of Last Chance, S.C., and its warmhearted inhabitants. Down to her last five bucks, beautiful runaway Wanda Jane Coblentz heads to the town watering hole and picks up local fiddler Clay Rhodes, figuring that a night at the local no-tell motel beats sleeping on a park bench. When Clay catches her going through his wallet, he dumps her purse out and discovers ID for somebody named Mary Smith. Talk about getting off on the wrong foot! Jane, aka Mary, reveals that she's on the run from a shady, possibly dangerous past. Despite her sketchy behavior, Clay falls in love with her, and soon he and his mother are scheming in fine style to give Jane a last chance of her own. Ramsay strikes an excellent balance between tension and humor as she spins a fine yarn. (Mar.)
JoAnn Ross
"Witty, touching, and absolutely delightful.-this story has heart!"
Robin Wells
"Full of small town charm and southern heat, Welcome to Last Chance is humorous, heartwarming and sexy. I couldn't put it down!"
Lisa Dale
"Hope Ramsay delivers with this sweet and sassy story of small town love, friendship, and the ties that bind."
-Lori Wilde
"Last Chance, South Carolina, is a caring community filled with the promise of hope. Come for a visit!"
-Barbara Freethy
"Welcome to Last Chance is an impressive start to a charming new series, featuring quirky characters you won't soon forget."
From the Publisher
"Ramsay strikes an excellent balance between tension and humor as she spins a fine yarn."—Publishers Weekly (starred review)

"A sweet confection . . . This first of a projected series about the Rhodes brothers offers up Southern hospitality with a bit of grit. Romance readers will be delighted."—Library Journal

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

"Welcome to Last Chance is an impressive start to a charming new series, featuring quirky characters you won't soon forget."—-Barbara Freethy, USA Today 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

"Full of small town charm and southern heat, Welcome to Last Chance is humorous, heartwarming and sexy. I couldn't put it down!"—Robin Wells, author of Still the One

"Hope Ramsay delivers with this sweet and sassy story of small town love, friendship, and the ties that bind."—Lisa Dale, author of Simple Wishes

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780446576093
  • Publisher: Grand Central Publishing
  • Publication date: 3/1/2011
  • Series: Last Chance Series, #1
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 368
  • Sales rank: 177,473
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (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.

You can learn more at:

HopeRamsay.com

Facebook, www.facebook.com/Hope.Ramsay

Twitter, @HopeRamsay.

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Welcome to Last Chance


By Ramsay, Hope

Forever

Copyright © 2011 Ramsay, Hope
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780446576093

CHAPTER 1

One ticket to Last Chance,” the agent said as he took Jane’s money. “The bus leaves in five minutes.”

Jane picked up the flimsy slip of paper and hurried through the Atlanta, Georgia, Greyhound terminal. She found the gate, climbed aboard the motor coach, and sank into one of the plush seats.

She tried to think positive thoughts.

It was hard. She had five dollars left in her pocketbook, a zero balance in her checking account, and bad guys in her recent past. Her dreams of making it big in Nashville had just taken a dive over the cliff called reality.

Thank you, Woody West, you peanut-brained weasel.

The diesel engines roared to life, and the bus glided out of the parking lot heading toward South Carolina, which was not where Jane really wanted to go.

She took three deep breaths and tried to visualize her future the way Dr. Goodbody advised in his self-help recordings. If she could just unleash her inner consciousness through positive thinking, the Universe would give her a road map for success.

That seemed like a good plan. She needed a road map to a better future in the worst way. And where better to seek a new start than a place called Last Chance? She had never been to Last Chance, but the name sounded hopeful.

She sank back into her seat and tried to see the place in her mind’s eye. She imagined it like Pleasantville, where the streets were picturesque, the people friendly, and the job opportunities plentiful.

Eight hours later, reality intruded.

The Greyhound left her standing on a deserted sidewalk right in front of a place called Bill’s Grease Pit. Fortunately, this establishment was not a fast-food joint but an auto-repair service that doubled as a bus terminal. Both the garage and the terminal were closed for the night.

She looked down the street and knew herself for a fool. Last Chance had exactly one traffic light. The only sign of life was the glow of neon shining like a beacon from a building two blocks down the main drag.

Okay, so Last Chance wasn’t Bedford Falls, from the movie It’s a Wonderful Life. She could deal.

She told herself that where there was Budweiser and neon there was hope of finding some dinner. Although how she was going to pay for it remained a mystery. She fought against the panic that gripped her insides. She hugged herself as she walked up the street, running through her usual list of positive affirmations.

She would get herself out of this mess. She had done it before. And the truth was, she should have read the warning signs when Woody walked into the Shrimp Shack six months ago. If she had read those signs, she wouldn’t be standing here today. Well, every mistake was an opportunity to learn, according to Dr. Goodbody.

The bar bore the name Dot’s Spot in bright blue neon. It sported a dark wood exterior and small windows festooned with half a dozen beer signs. Jane stood in the garish light cast by the signs, thinking it would be truly awesome if she could walk through that doorway and find Sir Galahad waiting for her. But wishing for Sir Galahad was not positive thinking. Heroes didn’t magically appear in southern honky-tonks on a Wednesday night.

Besides, this particular fantasy of a knightly rescue had gotten her into trouble every time she allowed herself to believe it. So she pushed it out of her mind. She needed to focus on manifesting a hot meal and a place to spend the night. Period. She fixed that positive plan of action in her mind and pushed through the front door.

Hoo boy, the place was like something right out of a bad country-and-western tune. Smoke hung over the place and a five-piece country band occupied a raised stage at one end of the barroom. They played a twangy Garth Brooks tune in waltz time. No one was dancing.

The men in the band were, by and large, a bunch of middle-aged geezers, with beer bellies and wedding rings and receding hairlines.

Except for the fiddler.

Jane stared at him for a moment, recognition washing through her. No question about it—there stood another peanut-brained weasel in the flesh. She could tell this because he was a big, powerfully built man with a ponytail and facial hair. He also wore a black Stetson, and a black shirt, and black jeans that hugged his butt and thighs, and a gem that sparkled from his earlobe like a black diamond.

What was that thing? A sapphire?

He was the real-deal, bad-for-any-females-who-came-within-range package. Someone should hang a big yellow warning sign on his neck that said “danger.”

Guys like him didn’t rescue girls. They rode around on Harleys, and were mean and tough and bad, and got into lots of trouble with the local law. They also had really big shoulders that a girl could lean on, and in a moment of confusion, a girl could confuse one of these bad boys with Sir Galahad, only on a motorcycle.

Good thing Jane planned on rescuing herself, because this guy was like some walking embodiment of Murphy’s Law. The spit dried up in her mouth, and her heart rate kicked up. The Universe had just thrown her another curveball.

So she looked away, sweeping the room with her gaze. The rest of the pickings were slim and ran to old men and floozies, and a few obviously married guys in John Deere hats. She might be about to do some serious flirting in order to get a drink and some food, but she would not hit on any married men. That ran counter to her moral code.

She scanned the bar. Bingo. Two prospects, twelve o’clock.

Prospect One wore a dirty Houston Astros hat, his chin propped up on his left fist as he watched the World Series game on the big-screen television. He was devilishly handsome, but the words “hard drinking” scrolled through her mind.

Jane turned her attention to prospect Number Two. He turned on the stool, and she got a good look at him. He was a smaller-than-average guy, with sandy hair, a widow’s peak, and regular features. He wore a blue work shirt with his name—Ray—embroidered above the right pocket. Unlike the other two hunks in the room, this guy wore work boots. He wasn’t a cowboy, and he didn’t look dangerous at all.

He looked up from his drink.

Okay, he would do. Kindness shone from his eyes. She concentrated on holding his gaze… counted to three… then dazzled him with a smile.

He blinked two or three times like a deer caught in a hunter’s sight. But she wasn’t a hunter, not really. She was vulnerable, and scared, and hunted herself. And that explained why she was about to do something not very nice—something she would most likely regret in the morning.

The bodacious brunette hit Dot’s Spot like the hurricane expected to arrive tomorrow. She wore high-heel boots and a little tank top that barely constrained her assets. Clay Rhodes had never seen her before, which had to mean she’d just gotten off the nine-thirty bus from Atlanta.

She waltzed her butt through the door and captured the attention of every male in the place, except maybe Dash Randall, who was concentrating on the World Series. She stopped just inside the door and gave the place a once-over.

It took all of three seconds for her to look Clay’s way, and about fifteen for her to catalog him and move on. But that was all it took for Clay Rhodes to feel the unmistakable pull of lust centering right behind his belly button. Yeah, he could go for some of that, if it wasn’t for the fact that he was a responsible, almost middle-aged grown-up, and she looked like trouble on high heels.

He pulled the fiddle down and tried to put some feeling into his harmony line on “Night Rider’s Lament,” but since he had played this song about five thousand times, it was hard to do.

The little gal distracted him as she scanned the room. It didn’t surprise him one bit when her sharp gaze lingered on Dash. The ex-jock was unaware of it, though. He sat at the end of the bar wallowing in self-pity and doing battle with God-only-knew-how-many demons as he watched the baseball game.

The girl was interested, of course. Dash was a fine-looking man, but a woman would have to be nuts to tangle with a guy like that. Clay gave her points when her gaze shifted and moved on.

He pulled the fiddle up to his chin and played the bridge, while Kyle tried his hardest to sound like Garth Brooks. Kyle failed, like he did every night, which was no surprise to anyone.

What happened next, though, surprised the heck out of just about everyone in Dot’s Spot.

That girl aimed her laser-beam look at the back of Ray’s head and darned if the boy didn’t jump like he was some kind of marionette with a nervous puppeteer. He jerked his head around, and disaster struck about twelve hours earlier than expected.

The woman aimed a smile at Ray that had all the subtlety of a Stinger missile, and poor Ray didn’t have any defenses for something like that.

Uh-oh.

The song ended, and Clay turned toward Kyle. “Let’s cut it short and go to break,” he said.

“But—”

Clay jerked his head toward Ray and rolled his eyes.

“Not again,” Kyle said under his breath, as he took in the unfolding scene.

“Looks like.”

Kyle leaned into the mic and told the crowd they’d be back in ten, while Clay put his fiddle into the hard-shell case that sat atop the upright piano. Then Clay stepped down from the stage and headed toward the bar.

“Clay,” Ray said as he approached. “Look, it’s April. What do you figure the odds are on that? A million to one?” Ray rocked a little on the bar stool and gave Clay his goofy smile. Eighteen years ago, that grin, combined with Ray’s uncanny ability to do math, had made the boy semipopular with the girls at Davis High who wanted to adopt him, or befriend him, or otherwise allow him to do their homework. But that had changed three weeks before graduation.

Clay came to a halt and turned toward the little gal in the white tank top. Man-oh-man, she was something else. Tawny skin and dark eyes with a pair of killer cheekbones and pouty lips that said kiss me quick. She was pure sex on three-inch stiletto heels.

A man didn’t get within five feet of this and not lose his perspective on things. Even a half-dead man like himself. The little tingle in his private parts was kind of reassuring, though. It confirmed that he was still alive. Sometimes living in Last Chance, South Carolina, it was hard to tell.

Her pink nail polish was chipped, the neck of her tank top sported a little stain, and the cuffs of her jean jacket were frayed. Her gaze seemed a little guileless, which surprised the heck out of him. He had taken her for trash, but up close she didn’t look trashy at all—just a little rumpled and forlorn.

And utterly irresistible.

“So your name’s April?” he asked, knowing darn well her name wasn’t April. She did look like April, though, which made her hotter than a chili pepper. Hot and forlorn. A deadly combination if there ever was one.

She shook her head. “No… uh… my name’s… um… Mary.”

Clay went on guard. She was lying. “How old are you, Mary?” he asked.

Her square chin inched up. “Why? Do I look like jailbait?”

Yeah. But he didn’t say it out loud. He studied her for a long moment, trying to ignore the sexual rush. She had incredible skin. It looked silky soft, firm and warm. He wanted to touch it.

He forced himself to look into her wide brown eyes. No, she wasn’t a teenager. But she was still trouble. He needed to rescue Ray from this woman. Ray could get himself into a heap of trouble if someone didn’t do something quick.

Clay turned away. “Hey, Ray, you got a minute?”

Ray ducked his head in that funny little tic that had been there ever since the accident senior year. “Sure. Whatever you want.”

Clay jerked his head. “In private.”

Ray turned toward the little gal. “You stay right here, April. I’ll be back. Don’t go anywhere, okay?”

The girl nodded, and Clay got the feeling that she was happy to be rescued. Like she had maybe figured out Ray was playing a few cards short of a full deck.

Clay pulled Ray down to the end of the bar and put his arm around his shoulder. “Listen, Ray, I’m your oldest friend, right?”

Ray nodded.

“Got you fixed up with my uncle Pete at the hardware store, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, Clay.”

“Bailed you out with my brother Stony that time when you busted up the place?”

Ray kept on nodding.

“Helped you out with Mr. Polk down at the bank when your momma got sick.”

“Yeah, Clay, I know all that.”

“So you know I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“No, Clay, you wouldn’t ever lie to me.”

“Look, Ray, that little gal isn’t April.”

Ray rolled away, then turned and squared up his body. “She is, too. Look at her.”

“April is a photograph of a girl. This isn’t her. This is a girl named Mary, who’s new to town. I’ll bet she came on the nine-thirty bus from Atlanta.”

Ray wet his lips. His fists curled up. “Don’t you say that, Clay. She’s April. Look at her.”

Clay shook his head. The last person in the world he wanted to fight was Ray Betts. He hated fighting in general, since it messed up his hands. But fighting Ray would be like fighting with one of his brothers.

“Look—” Clay started to say.

“Hey, Ray,” Dash called from his place by the bar.

Ray turned and relaxed his hands a fraction. “Yeah?”

“You wanna go down to the high school and shag some balls?”

“Really?” A slow smile filled Ray’s face, and Clay breathed a sigh of relief.

In Ray’s injured brain, this invitation from Dash Randall was like being asked if he wanted to go hang out with God. Ray loved baseball, and since Dash had once played it professionally, Dash had become one of Ray’s personal heroes.

Dash gave Clay a meaningful and surprisingly sober glance. Maybe the rumors were true, and Dash was on the wagon these days. Although why a man on the wagon would spend time in a bar was kind of a mystery. Well, even if it wasn’t true, he owed Dash a favor for this.

Dash leaned over and collected an aluminum cane. He stood up, favoring his bad leg. “Yeah, Ray, I mean it. But you’ll have to do all the running since my knee isn’t up to it, yet. C’mon, I’ll even put the top down, and we can cruise over to the Tastee Freeze afterward.”

“Gee, Dash, that sounds like fun,” Ray said.

Dash winked at Clay as he led Ray out of the bar. Disaster had been averted.

But when Clay turned back toward the little gal, his gut tightened up like a warning. Was she desperate or just looking for some action? He had a feeling it might be a little of both.

And he’d just sent his competition packing.

Two hours later, Jane picked up the little slip of paper and read her bar tab: Six dollars for three Cokes. It might as well have been a hundred dollars. She didn’t have the cash to pay it—unless she dug deep in her purse and found a dollar in change and added it to the five-dollar bill in her wallet. Then she would be officially broke.

She should have nursed a single Coke all night. She should have taken steps to get a credit card, years ago. But she hadn’t done either of these things. The first because it had been years since she had been this poor. The second because getting a credit card was risky, given her background.

She swallowed the lump in her throat and told herself she wasn’t going to cry. Her attempt to find someone seminice to buy her dinner had flopped. There was just the fiddler who had run all the seminice guys off like some kind of reverse bouncer.

That man had spent the last two hours boring a hole in her back with his silver-eyed stare. About an hour ago, she had given up trying not to look back.

Jane could parlay this into something, if she wanted to. But she had to remember that he was not going to rescue her from her current situation. She needed to fix her own life. And, right now, staying away from a bad boy seemed like a good first step.

But then all her other choices were worse. She couldn’t sleep in the public park tonight—assuming, of course, that Last Chance had a public park. But even if it did have one, the weather report on the television above the bar said a hurricane was bearing down on the South Carolina coast. It wasn’t a big hurricane by Katrina standards, but even so, everyone in the bar was talking about torrential rains starting sometime after two in the morning.

Jane had hoped they might have a hurricane shelter open where she could blend right in, like a refugee or something. But there wasn’t any kind of evacuation going on—no doubt because the hurricane was making landfall a hundred miles away near Hilton Head Island. She didn’t have many other options in a small town like Last Chance.

Jane stole a glance up at the fiddler, and heat sizzled through her. The Cosmos and her own hormones were against her. She shouldn’t do this. This was a mistake.

She turned away and stared down at her bar tab. Behind her, the lead singer signed off for the night. Someone punched up a bunch of songs on the jukebox.

Well, first things first. She needed to pay the bill. She dug deep into her purse, drawing out a handful of pennies and nickels, and started counting. In the background, the jukebox played Tumbleweed’s new country single…

Feel the rush of my breath

Feel the heat of my hand…

Heat crawled up her backside as the words of the song suddenly made themselves manifest. The fiddler had snuck up on her. He put one of his ginormous hands on the bar, leaned his big body in, and slapped a ten-dollar bill down on top of her tab like he’d been counting the number of Cokes she’d drunk.

He turned toward her, his unreadable wolf eyes shaded by the brim of his Stetson. “You want to take this somewhere else?” he asked in a blurred drawl. Her insides clutched and burned.

She was close enough to see a network of lines at the corner of his eyes, and little threads of silver in his goatee. He wasn’t young. That scared her a little. He was more man than she was used to handling—older and bigger and more dangerous than anyone else in her past.

“Maybe I was mistaken,” he drawled in response to her slight hesitation. “I got the idea you might be interested.”

Jane looked up into his eyes. A hot, blue flame flickered there. An answering heat resonated deep down inside her. Was this wishful thinking, desperation, or real desire made manifest by her own weakness for guys like this? It was kind of hard to tell.

Her head screamed that going with this guy would be like repeating the mistakes of the past. Getting soaked on a park bench would be better than this. But her body wasn’t listening. Instead she gave the fiddler a smile and said, “Cowboy, take me away.”

“You drive a minivan?” The girl—Mary, he reminded himself—stood beyond the service entrance to Dot’s Spot with her hands fisted on her hips and a semisurprised look on her face.

“Yeah, well, it’s practical for hauling around sound equipment and guitars. Disappointed?” Clay said, as he opened the side-panel door of his ancient Windstar and hoisted his fiddle, mandolin, and guitar cases into the cargo space.

The question was rhetorical. She was disappointed. Women had a habit of mistaking him for someone else—usually some bad-boy jerk with a Harley who would do them wrong sooner or later. Ironically, most women wasted no time in doing him wrong, as if he were the punching bag for their collective disappointments with males in general and bad boys in particular.

He turned around and faced the girl. She had the wrong idea about him. And he wasn’t going to disabuse her of it. He was going to take her to the Peach Blossom Motor Court and become that bad boy she was looking for. He wasn’t going to apologize to anyone for it either.

He was tired of being a good man.

He was tired of living his life along the straight and narrow.

But most of all, he was weary of being alone.

The girl stepped forward, her body swaying in the lamplight, the gusty wind lifting her hair and whipping it across her face. She tucked the hair behind her ear and gave him a simple smile that curled up the dimples in her cheek. Desire, sweet and warm, flooded through him.

He opened the van’s door for her, and she stepped close enough for him to catch the blended scents of cigarette smoke and something spicy like sandalwood or jasmine. Awareness jolted him to full arousal. He felt like a sixteen-year-old with a killer hard-on—the kind that blinded a boy and made him do stupid things. He had to admit he liked that mindless feeling.

She turned in the corner of the door and glanced up at him. She stopped moving, her lips quirking in a clear show of interest. He leaned in, slanting his mouth over hers, pulling her lower lip into his mouth. He tasted cinnamon and the hopefulness of youth.

He fell hard into that kiss and knew he was a goner the minute she responded to him. He put his hand on the flare of her hip and pulled her hard against him.

He was headed straight to hell, with only a short layover at a no-tell motel before the Devil took him.

The sign said “Peach Blossom Motor Court” in flaming pink neon. Jane had hit rock bottom in her life. The fiddler had checked them in, and she watched through the windshield of his van as he returned with the key in his hand.

He was something, all right. A big man striding across the parking lot on a pair of the pointiest cowboy boots she had ever seen. Yessir, she would probably forget about this low-rent scenario the minute he put his mouth on hers again.

He opened the van door for her and looked up at her out of a pair of eyes that were as pale as a winter day on Meadow Mountain. The fire in those icy eyes burned so hot she felt the flame in the middle of her chest.

He gave her his hand, and she laid her fingers on him. His hand was huge, and warm, and rough, and male.

He helped her down and then shut the door behind her. He leaned his big-boned body against her, pushing her up against the van, his hand sliding down her rib cage and coming to rest on her hip. He was sturdy and hard, and so large that his body shielded her and made her feel safe in some inappropriate way.

How could she feel safe with a man intent on taking her without even giving her his name or asking for hers? But there it was. She knew the fiddler wasn’t going to hurt her. The Universe kind of whispered in her ear and told her this would be okay.

She found herself inside the shadow of his Stetson, caught up in the heat of his mouth. He lost his hat, then she lost her mind.



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  • Posted April 11, 2011

    This new author is awesome. I highly recommend it, if you're into series books

    I picked this book up at B&N a week ago. I read a lot and have my favorite authors, but from time to time I like to check out new authors too. I didn't know what to expect, but when I got through the first few chapters I was completely hooked. I read through this book, and was left wanting more. The setting is in a small town, and if you've ever lived in a small town you know what that means. Yes...it means no matter what you do or say, everyone knows about it immediately. But to be fair, unlike the bigger cities, when you live in a small town people tend to look out for one another too. That's what this story is like, people who really and truly care about one another, young and old alike. And even if people don't happen to always see eye to eye with one another, when it comes to protecting them from outsiders, they'll be right there standing tall against any threatening stranger, in order to protect one of their own from harms way.

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  • Posted May 16, 2011

    Great book and characters

    Well written, interesting characters, humor (but not too much), sexual attraction (but not graphic!) . The pages flew by. Can't wait for the next one!

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  • Posted March 14, 2011

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    Didn't Buy Into the Plot

    Author Hope Ramsay was born in New York and grew up on the North Shore of Long Island, but every summer her mother would pack her off to her aunt to go visiting with relatives in the midlands of South Carolina. Hope earned a BA in Political Science from the University of Buffalo, and has had various jobs working as a Congressional aide, a lobbyist, a public relations consultant, and a meeting planner. She's a two-time finalist in the Golden Heart Awards through the Romance Writers of America. She resides in Fairfax, Virginia, with her husband, two grown children, and two demanding cats. You can often find her on the back deck, picking on her thirty-five-year-old Martin guitar. Other titles include: Home at Last Chance (coming September 2011).

    Welcome to Last Chance, South Carolina, a town that lives up to its name, as Jane Coblentz soon learned when exiting the 9:30 bus from Atlanta. She was broke, had nothing on her including clothes, and a history of bad choices chasing her. After a one night fling with musician and songwriter Clay Rhodes her first night in town, Jane is determined to make a fresh start and better decisions. The Universe appeared to be on her side. She quickly got a job and rent-free housing at the local Cut 'n' Curl salon, plus her one night with Clay was turning into something a lot like love. But as fate would have it, Clay had a past as tormenting as hers, and as those past regrets came into Last Chance one by one, so too did hers. Now she must trust not only in Clay, but herself as well if she's going to have any chance at true happiness.

    *SPOILER ALERT* I hate issuing these, but I find it necessary in order to relay my concerns with this book. Everything, from the characters to the setting to the back story, were so well done, except-- the plot and storyline. It really ruined the book for me. Here's why: Clay left Carolina to head to Nashville years ago to make it in country music. He made a success of himself, but at a cost. Both women he fell in love with dumped him for other men. He then came home after the band kicked him out, then went on to the bestselling charts. In the book, both women come back to him, or try. It seemed over the top to me, as there was enough conflict without that. Jane had a history of choosing the wrong men too. First, the guy she ran away from home with when she was seventeen, then the gambling addict she ran away from at the start of the story. Both pasts come back to haunt her, and get her in serious legal trouble. The legal angle was weak, which struck me from the start, and after awhile, it grew tiresome in how it was handled and portrayed in the book. The ending, her running from goons trying to kill her while carrying an angel-wielding little girl from town, was over the top.

    But like I stated earlier, it is so easy to fall in love with the small town setting and the many secondary characters in this book. It's what propelled me to keep going. The author also did a spectacular job of illustrating the desperation of Jane when she first arrived in town. It was heart-breaking.

    Kelly Moran
    Author and Reviewer
    Bookpleasures

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  • Posted February 21, 2011

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    When you run from the past how far can you get before it catches up to you?

    In a town called Last Chance you would think something good might happen. Jane believes it has to get better since it has been so bad so far in her life. But without any money and this being the end of the bus line her glass half empty is more of a reality than she would like it to be. Jane is a dreamer and believes that somewhere out there is her soul mate she has just gone through allot of bad times finding him.

    But then Jane meets Clay and from that moment on the search for her Knight in Shining Armor seems to have come to an end. Clay is a man who has been around the block and figured out home is a better place to be than anywhere else. This is a small town with busy body neighbors, matchmaking women with too much free time and too many people that know his history, but Clay wouldn't have it any other way.

    Yet the savior in Clay is determined to help Jane find her way even with all the interference with ex-girlfriends, police intervention and her total reluctance to get involved with him. Jane may be a positive thinker but she is a bit negative on the subject of long-term relationships. Clay knows they are more than a one hit wonder and he will do whatever he has to in order to prove it. Jane is more a wait and we will see kind of girl and while finding a job and a place to live is amazing she is not sold completely on Clay and his theory that destiny brought them together.

    This book builds slowly and lets you absorb all the characters before it takes them a step further. Hope Ramsay lets you savor all the eclectic people living in this town and you know that everyone in Last Chance has a past, some mystery and too much free time to gossip.

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  • Posted February 8, 2011

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    Readers will feel Welcome to Last Chance thanks the small town residents who make the tale fun to read

    On the lam, Mary Smith buys a ticket to the Carolinas to hide in aptly named Last Chance. She expects a dead quiet town so is surprised to learn a fiddler plays. When Mary and the musician Clay Rhodes meet they prove hotter than a peppercorn (thanks to Johnny Cash).

    After a great night at the Peach Blossom Motor Court, Mary checks her sleeping partner's wallet for his name. He assumes she is stealing from him and looks into her belongings to find out that Mary Smith is Wanda Jane Coblentz, a woman in distress. Both are irate with the other, but the church's Ladies Auxiliary matchmakers, the communication center (owned by his mama) Cut 'n' Curl Beauty Salon, his brother the cop and angels believe this couple belongs together forever.

    Readers will feel Welcome to Last Chance thanks the small town residents who make the tale fun to read even though the action is somewhat limited. The key is the homespun hometown musings of mama who is worried about her son refusing to risk anything emotional since he left a band, but sees Mary-Jane as the perfect CPR maker. Mindful of Mossy Creek, readers who enjoy a warm welcome to a remote part of South Carolina will remember mama (and her female horde) and son taking a chance by offering Mary-Jane a last chance.

    Harriet Klausner

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2015

    Monkey King

    AMAZING!!! SUSPENSE!!!!!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2015

    Eclipse &starf

    Cool!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 8, 2015

    The Path To Evil chapter twelve

    A week later, Rayna was getting a lot better at summoning lightning. All she had to do was think of a thunderstorm, and lightning would flicker out of her hands. In fact, she could summon it faster than anyone else! That day, she was practicing with her class. They were aiming at some cardboard targets. Then, a man walked in. "Is Rayna here?" He asked. "I am!" Shouted Rayna. "Good. Come with me." He said. Rayna walked over, wondering where they were going. They walked down the hall to Lord Archilax's office. "What does he want me for?" Said Rayna curiously. The man shrugged. "Who knows." He opened the door and Rayna walked in. Lord Archilax was sitting in his chair. "Hello, Rayna," He said. "I have something to tell you." Rayna nodded, waiting for him to continue. "You know how my second-in-command died?" "Of course. Thats about the only thing evryone talks about." "Well, i have made my descion who is going to be my new second-in-command. You." Rayna's jaw dropped. She had been suspecting that was why she had been called to his office, but it was still suprising. "Really?" She said, excited. "Yeah." "COOL! When can we start training?" Rayna said. "Oh, i forgot to mention. You have to prove your worth." Said Lord Archilax. "Oh. What do i do?" Asked Rayna. "Well, we found out who killed Jonathan. The guy lives in the castle in the middle of the capitol. You will go kill him." Rayna nodded. "Well, that dosnt really sound hard. When do i do this?" She asked. "You can start heading to the capitol tomarrow."<p>Rayna walked back to class, happy. It was empty. She looked at the clock, and it was lunchtime. Evryone must've been at the cafeteria. She started walking in that direction. Rayna ran over to where she and Ruby usually sat. "I've got good news!" Yelled Rayna. "What?" Said Ruby. "IM LORD ARCHILAX'S SECOND IN COMMAND! Well, i have to go assasinate someone first." Ruby's eyes widened. "Awesome! Who're you killing?" "The guy who killed Jonathan. Im supposed to leave tomarrow and im probably gonna be gone for a few days." "Oh. Thats too bad."<p>sorry if that was slightly boring. Comments please!~i &star m &star k &star

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 13, 2015

    This is no Bad Hair Day mystery accent is annoying

    You alls aways are as well as quaint localizims "hotter than grease for a hush puppy" msde that up. Not a blue light special but more a lost leader. A quick cozy but am off southern regionals after a sharp decline in a couple of favoritte regionals you all come back maybe buska

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2014

    Thunderclaw & Stormheart

    They pad in side by side looking for something to catch.

    0 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted January 25, 2013

    Highly recommend

    Having lived in SC, I can relate to Last Chance. Interesting characters and great story. Looking forward to the next novel.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 17, 2012

    Enjoy the dialog

    I really enjoyed the dialog and the definition of characters.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 11, 2012

    Sweet, Southern flavored read

    Set in a very small, gossipy, South Carolina town, Welcome to Last Chance was very light reading with likable characters. Clay was an interesting figure, collecting "needy" people like some do shoes, and his falling for on-the-run Jane/Mary was predictable, but you still you found yourself rooting that all would work out. However, the author's consistant use of "hoo boy" was a little irritating.I hope to learn more about some of town people's ability to see angels, including little Haley's "Sorrowful Angel" will be explored more in depth in the next books, but all in all this was an enjoyable and entertaining read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 20, 2012

    jice

    good book

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  • Posted January 28, 2012

    Amazing Read

    Hope Ramsay's Welcome to Last Chance was touching and highly entertaining. One reviewer claimed the plot was a little over the top, but I find that to be part of any comedic story. It was in no way a problem for this reader. I loved it!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 10, 2011

    Very entertaining!

    If you are looking for a book that is entertaining and filled with realistic and memorable charaterd, then this is the book for you! Very fun and enjoyable.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 26, 2011

    Quick Read....But

    I found the stoty line to be wishy washy from the start to finish. Can we make this work? YES????NO????YES??? NO? The whole book was the same senerio with a different and silly stotyline.

    0 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 21, 2011

    Loved this Book

    I loved this book. Just enough romance to keep you coming back. The plot was great. Can not wait for the next book.

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  • Posted March 31, 2011

    Loved this book!!

    I just finished reading 'Welcome to Last Chance'. I picked it up because the cover caught my eye when I was walking through Barnes & Noble. It sounded like a cute book so I bought it. It sat there a few weeks while I finished the one I was reading. But wow, once I picked this one up I couldn't put it down! I was reading it every chance I got, even while stirring pots on the stove when making dinner. The book pulled me in immediately. I fell in love with the characters and didn't want their story to end. This is the author's debut novel and I can't wait for more! I read a preview in the back of the book for the next one 'Home at Last Chance' and all I can say is, it's gonna be a long wait till September!

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  • Posted March 30, 2011

    A Must Read!

    I bought this book saturday because the cover caught my eye and had it finished by Monday. It is a cute romance novel that will suck you in all the way to the end. I love the characters, storyline and I absolutly LOVE the way the author writes. I can not wait for next one!

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