When Stella Jo Chandler gets an offer to work at the Second Chance Ranch
celebrity rehab facility right after graduating from Texas A&M, she’s
tempted to turn it down. She wants to help real people with real problems, not
spoiled celebrities going on vacation for publicity. But growing up on her
family’s ranch left her with a love of horses that draws her to the
opportunity. How bad can babysitting a bunch of strung out celebrities be?
What she didn’t count on was being roped into a tangled mess with
infamous rocker and three-time rehab drop out Van Ransom on her first day. And
she sure didn’t expect to feel the overwhelming attraction that pulls her to
the man who has more issues than she can count on both hands. Like the hotel
rooms and tour buses he’s famous for trashing, the havoc he could wreak on
Stella’s heart would be irreparable.
Van isn’t at Second Chance for publicity or because he’s suffering from
“exhaustion”. He’s on the brink of destruction, and he needs the kind of help
Stella isn’t sure she can give. But without her, he'll lose everything. Because
he’s on his last second chance.
Last Second Chance was a freaking amazing story! I would read this one over again and I usually am not one to go back to a story after I finished. But damn I couldn't put this book down I devoured it page by page. I would give it a huge 5 stars..more if it was allowed! It was told in 3rd person POV but was written so well you really don't even notice. This story does have drug abuse and alcohol abuse in it so if you don't wanna read about addiction this isn't the story for you, but I would say you should still give it a shot because it seriously will knock your socks off. I definitely will recommend this to all my book friends!
Stella is just fresh out of college and doesn't want to go home because whats at home is sad and depressing and she would rather starve and not have anywhere to live than go there. She has had relationships but she has never felt anything for the bf's she has had and that is why her last bf broke up with her, she had no emotion, she was more relieved to be done with her relationship. She interviews for a great job at the Second Hand Ranch and immediately falls in love with it. It has everything she is looking for and they supply housing for the employees. Perfect right!? It is a facility for the rich and famous to come to when they are in need of rehab from drugs and alcohol. Everything is going great until a famous rock stark Van Ransom enters the facility. He makes her feel things by just looking at him. She keeps telling herself its because he is famous, but is it? What happens when they get closer and she has to choose between the career that she always wanted or an epic summer romance with a hot bad boy rock star? Will he just destroy her heart, the heart she had kept locked away for years? Or can this be both of there second chances at life?
Van is your typical bad boy rock star...and FYI holy hell is he hot! He has a tormented past that leads him to do the drugs and alcohol they are what keep his demons away. But when things go to far and he is told that if he doesn't get help his career is gone. He enters a rehab program and is really reluctant at first because he is a freaking rock god he doesn't need this help he can control it on his own right? He finds himself accepting the rehab program more because of a certain woman named Stella. She makes him want to be the guy she deserves, but can his damaged soul ever be good enough for a straight laced good girl? Or will this just be a fling, woman do throw themselves at him, but he knows she is different but is he willing to give her the different she needs? Can he let her risk her career for him when the reason he is there is to save his own?
Can these two get their second chance at a healthy life/relationship, or are they too different?
Pick this book up right away you will not be disappointed! I am huge fan now of Casey Quinn and look forward to much much more from her in the future! Thanks for a great story, here are some of my favorite lines from the book:
Van- She was the first woman he'd ever hated on sight. Because one look at her and he knew. Knew everything he'd ever done was sick and wrong and made him the kind of man who would never be good enough. But when she looked back at him with those gleaming emerald eyes wide with surprise and darkening with need, none of that mattered. Because he damn sure felt the overwhelming desire to try to be. Like his fucking life depended on it.
If one glance from the woman made him regret his whole life, he hoped he never laid eyes on her again. He'd never had his mind blown before. Not by a woman. Any woman. Not even the ones who got him off so hard he nearly passed out. They were like the drugs and the booze--- something to get him through, to drown out the voices and dark this in his fucked-up head. But this one....Christ almighty, this one was another animal entirely.
Stella- "You want me to admit that I'm attracted to you? Fine. I have eyes. I get the appeal. Tattooed bad boy. You certainly have that tortured-soul thing going for you. But I am not one of your damn groupies. Period. I am an employee in a facility that you checked into to get help. Help with a serious problem, not just helping getting off. So please. Stop this."
His intense gaze met hers, and they were connected in that moment in a way she'd only ever felt with horses. She didn't see Van Ransom's face, his tattoos, or the anger he carried. She looked at him with her heart. And she saw his soul. It was as dark as the short black hair on his head. Bruised and beautiful.
Van and Stella- "Speaking of guys putting their hands on me, if this is your brand of torture, I'm disappointed."
Thrusting himself up against her, her growled again. "Baby, my brand of torture involves that riding crop you bent over to pick up. Matter of fact, it involves you being bent over also." An audible gasp of surprise escaped her. His threat pulled at something deep inside of her that she didn't know was there. Something dark and terrifying that she knew she should feel dirty and ashamed of. But she didn't. Because apparently he wasn't the only one who was twisted like that.
“Tell me. Tell me how you feel.”
His hand reached over and clasped the riding crop. She couldn’t stand the thought of letting him hit her with it again if he wasn’t going to finish what he’d started.
“I feel pissed, all right? And if you hit me with that fucking thing one more time and do not let me come, then you better leave me tied up.”
His answering grin made her want to slap his face. “What do you want to do to me right now?”
“Slap you. Hard,” she answered honestly as hot tears filled her eyes.
“But you can’t, can you?” The gleam in his eyes further ignited her fury. Her chest heaved, bringing her breasts into her own line of sight.
“No. I can’t. But I doubt you plan to leave me like this forever.” She would’ve shrugged to feign nonchalance if it were physically possible.
“Tell me what you’re going to do whenand if I untie you.” He stared down at her, clearly exerting his dominance.
Just as she opened her mouth to answer, he thrust two fingers roughly inside her.
“Oh!” she cried out unexpectedly.
“Tell me or I stop,” he said, plunging in and out steadily.
“I need to know… I need to know where this is going,” she whispered as she fought for breath. She had no idea how much more her body could take. His arm flexed as he controlled every bit of her pleasure with his hand. Licking his lips, his eyes met hers.
“Seriously? I think a better question might be where is it not going. And whether or not I plan to untie you.”
It wasn’t quite as cozy as her bungalow. She passed through a small kitchenette and spotted a black leather couch across from a fireplace. Her eyes landed on a giant buffalo head above the fireplace.
“That’s Dave,” Van informed her. “
You named him?” She couldn’t help but grin.
“He’s an excellent roommate. Never complains about noise and cleans up after himself.”
“I see.” She bit her lip to keep from giggling.
“Have a seat. Let’s get this checklist business over with so we can get to more important things.” He aimed a pointed glance at the table where he’d tongue fucked her nearly to death.
Stella’s entire body flushed to the point of painful burning. Ignoring his insinuation, she lowered herself onto a kitchen chair. Fighting off the memory of him growling against her open legs when that same chair hadn’t provided him the access he’d wanted, she pulled out her folder. “Um, this shouldn’t take long.” “I have all the time in the world, cowgirl.” He eased onto the couch and she looked anywhere but at him.
“You could, um, change. Or put some clothes on. I can wait.”
“I’m good,” he said with a shrug as he stretched an arm with intricate tattoos wrapped around it onto the back of the couch. “Unless you’re uncomfortable?”
Stella took a deep breath. She was as uncomfortable as it got. Her heart was racing, her pulse seemed to have sped to an astronomical rate, and the steady throbbing between her legs was causing her to sweat.
“It’s like you’re torturing me on purpose,” she admitted, pointing her pen at him. His answering grin revealed that he was enjoying every minute of her discomfort.
“Now you know how I feel when you strut around in those fucking heels.”
Crossing her legs, Stella leaned back and focused on the checklist in her lap. “Let’s just get on with it, shall we?”
“By all means.”
Taking a deep breath in hopes of sucking in some courage, she read the first question carefully. “On a scale of one to ten, one being unsatisfactory and ten being ideal, how would you rate the accommodations here at SCR?”
Van glanced over at Dave and then back to her. “Dave says a ten. We rate it a ten.” Stella circled the number ten and bit the inside of her cheek. He was nothing if not charming. Damn him. “On a scale of one to ten, one being—”
“I got it, cowgirl. Read the questions and I’ll give you a number. Or better yet, circle all tens and take that fucking dress off.”
“That’s not quite how it works, Mr. Walker.” She gripped the pen tighter so he wouldn’t see her hands shaking.
“Oh, I know exactly how it works,” he said, leaning forward. “I know precisely how you like it, what makes you scream, and how to make you beg.”
Caisey Quinn lives in Birmingham, Alabama with her
husband, daughter, and other assorted animals. She is the bestselling author of
the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult Romance novels featuring
country girls finding love in unexpected places. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com .
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