"4 1/2 Stars!...A fantastic book, showing the give and take in a growing relationship, all the while allowing the characters to be themselves and not just part of a couple...I laughed and cried, sometimes doing both at the same time, something that rarely happens...I couldn't put it down, and...didn't want this story to end!...Two pigtails up to this story, it's a keeper!"—Angela B. Mink-Torres, Timeless Tales

"4 1/2 Rating!...Chance of a Lifetime is newcomer Amy's Leigh's first novel, and what a dandy it is! It's funny, it's heartwarming, and the characters practically leap off the page they're so real-to-life...Leigh's strengths are the depth of her characters, her ear for regional flavor and dialogue, and an ending that'll make you rush for your hankie. Keep an eye on this author!"—Madeleine Sinclair, eBC

"Leigh brings a strong, fresh voice to the romance genre. A thoughtful wordsmith, she writes rich dialogue, and truly charismatic characters one cares about. A must read!"—Sue Viders, co-author of The Complete Writer's Guide to Heroes and Heroines

"4 Stars!...Ms. Leigh gives readers a rare view into the inside workings of a farm as well as a wonderful cast of characters."—Faith V. Smith, Romantic Times

"Sassy, sensual, and sensational!...A heartwarming story with zest! Amy Leigh is a talented writer who develops characters to cheer for!"—Liz Thompson aka Liz Jarrett (Avalon, Harlequin Duets, and Temptation)

"This sweet romance was well worth reading. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I look forward to reading more of Amy Leigh's books. 4 thumbs up!!"—Kathy Boswell

"...A fun romance. The relationship between Trace and Emaline is real. Pete and the other secondary characters are well developed, but not so they take anything away from the two main characters. Ms. Leigh gives us small town and farm living at its best and worst."—Hattie Boyd, Scribes World Reviews

"...Filled with wonderful warm characters that worm their way into your heart in no time at all. There sure is some sizzling romance between Em and Trace as well as a lot of good humor. The farm animals will tickle your funny bone, too. There are lots of touching moments that bring laughter and tears in this endearing book. I read this book like a hot knife cutting through butter, and it was a delicious read. It's a feel good book that makes you believe in the power of love. Enjoy!"—Suzanne Coleburn, The Belles and Beaux of Romance

"Great characterizations and a realistic, down-to-earth plot...An enjoyable book—a heartwarming, humorous tale that made me laugh in parts and brought a lump to my throat at others."—Jani Brooks, Romance Reviews Today

"...A pleasurable romance. The setting is unusual and interesting. The growth of love between Em and Trace is fast, but totally believeable. All the characters come alive and by the end of the book you know you'll miss them, good guys and bad guys alike. The ending is one that will leave you cheering."—Huntress Book Reviews

...RR68.

“What the hell does that mean!” Trace Jones exploded, slamming his fist against the steering wheel. He slowed the car to a stop and stared at the sign. If he had his way, RR68 would be another addition to his collection of street signs he’d stolen as a juvenile.

Since he’d entered the state of Missouri earlier in day, he noticed billboards along the highway boasting the state’s motto—Show Me State. Yeah, right. Show what? Unpaved roads, illiterate convenience store clerks who gave out wrong directions, and friggin’ tornadoes. How come AAA didn’t put that in their trip-tix?

He peered out the windshield, searching for a place to wait out the storm. It was almost seven P.M., and the wall of dark clouds stretching from one end of the horizon to the other cast a black shadow over the earth. The oppressive mid-August humidity hung heavy in the air. Gusts of wind rocked the black Trans Am, threatening to shove it off the deserted country road, and the car’s wipers were no match for the torrential downpour.

He snatched up the piece of paper resting on his thigh and glanced at it, thinking it resembled the crude treasure map he’d drawn as a seven-year-old. Hell, he’d even put an X to mark his destination. With a heartfelt curse, he crumpled the directions, unrolled the window and sent them sailing into the raging tempest.

For the next several seconds he gaped out the windshield at nothing but moving corn on the side of the road. He’d driven through some of the worst neighborhoods in the L.A. metro area and managed to make it out alive. He ought to be able to find his way out of America’s bread basket.

Shifting gears, he stomped on the accelerator. There had to be a town somewhere in this God-forsaken hilly-billy hide-out. Taking his eyes off the road, Trace fumbled with the radio to locate a weather forecast.

When he looked up, it was too late.

Yellow. Yellow and big—the only two things that registered in his mind as the car barreled towards the blocked intersection.

“Oh my God!” Em Payton jumped down from the old picker sheller, almost tripping in her haste. If she’d paid attention to the road instead of fretting over unpaid taxes and this year’s corn crop, she might have been able to do more than clutch the wheel and pray like the dickens the sports car would miss the back-end of the picker.

Much to her surprise, the driver did an admirable job fish-tailing around the old piece of farm machinery. If the car’s tires hadn’t slid on the slick pavement, it might have been able to stop before plowing into the old oak by the side of the road. Her prayers had been answered but at the expense of one crazy driver.

Heart beating faster than Grandma Ellison’s pacemaker, she struggled against the vicious wind and tugged her baseball cap lower to shield her face from the stinging rain. Wet corn silage from the undercarriage of the machine littered the road, making her footing precarious at best as she hurried toward the wrecked automobile.