In the sizzling new novel from New York Times bestselling author Karen Robards, Dr. Charlie Stone must prove the innocence of a dangerously sexy condemned man, or lose her one chance at true love.   THE LAST TIME I SAW HER   In this world, Dr. Charlotte “Charlie” Stone skillfully probes the twisted minds of incarcerated serial killers to better understand what makes them tick, and to help nab those who remain at large. But in the next world, Charlotte’s ghostly lover—convicted killer Michael Garland—is facing death yet again. It seem the only way Charlie can snatch Michael from the jaws of oblivion is by proving his innocence. And this dead man’s dead ringer may just be the key.   A mysterious stranger has turned up in Big Stone Gap, Virginia, and Charlie is shocked to realize he could be Michael Garland’s identical twin. But she suspects the resemblance is only skin deep—and that behind the handsome face may lurk the perverse mind of a killer. While using all her keen profiling gifts, Charlie risks her life to discover the shocking secret that will clear Michael’s name.   Then a breakout at Wallens Ridge State Prison forces Charlie to contend with a sudden swarm of psychopaths bent on spilling blood. No one has a better chance of tracking down the deadly fugitives than Charlie—unless the rampaging killers manage to find her first and make this case her last. But Michael will move heaven and hell—and even make a devil’s bargain—for the chance to save Charlie’s life, and feel her touch once more . . . if only for the final time. Praise for The Last Time I Saw Her   “The always talented Robards brings her uniquely compelling ghostly romantic suspense series to a truly magnificent close. The evolution of the strange but utterly riveting romance between Dr. Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Stone and deceased convicted killer Michael Garland has been transfixing to read. . . . This has been one amazing ride.” — RT Book Reviews (Top Pick)   Praise for Karen Robards   “One of the most popular voices in women’s fiction.” —Newsweek   “Draw a line between two extremely popular genres, mysteries and romance novels, and in the middle you will find the bestselling Robards. She merges the two worlds like no one else, deftly interlacing plot and passion.” —Albany Times Union   Praise for The Last Victim   “Excellent . . . This story is going to haunt you.” —Pittsburgh Post-Gazette   The Last Kiss Goodbye   “This suspense tale will truly have you on the edge of your seat.” —RT Book Reviews   Her Last Whisper   “An absolute winner . . . explodes with both passion and mystery . . . providing both thrills and chills.” —Bookreporter Praise for The Last Time I Saw Her   “The always talented [Karen] Robards brings her uniquely compelling ghostly romantic suspense series to a truly magnificent close. The evolution of the strange but utterly riveting romance between Dr. Charlotte ‘Charlie’ Stone and deceased convicted killer Michael Garland has been transfixing to read. . . . This has been one amazing ride.” — RT Book Reviews (Top Pick) Praise for Karen Robards   “One of the most popular voices in women’s fiction.” —Newsweek   “Draw a line between two extremely popular genres, mysteries and romance novels, and in the middle you will find the bestselling Robards. She merges the two worlds like no one else, deftly interlacing plot and passion.” —Albany Times Union   Praise for The Last Victim   “Excellent . . . This story is going to haunt you.” —Pittsburgh Post-Gazette   The Last Kiss Goodbye   “This suspense tale will truly have you on the edge of your seat.” —RT Book Reviews   Her Last Whisper   “An absolute winner . . . explodes with both passion and mystery . . . providing both thrills and chills.” —Bookreporter Karen Robards is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of forty-seven full-length books and one novella. The mother of three boys, she lives in her hometown of Louisville, Kentucky. CHAPTER ONE His eyes are the wrong color. That was the panicky thought that tore screaming through Charlie’s mind. They should have been sky blue. They weren’t: they were a hazelish shade of brown. She stared up at him, unblinking, and felt the ground tilt beneath her feet. It has to be him. Who else could it be? His eyes were the wrong color, he had a tiny white scar beside his mouth that had never been there before, his hair was cut short and was kind of styled, and his six-­foot-­three-­inch frame looked leaner than it should have been. Maybe that was because the black leather motorcycle jacket he was wearing with jeans and a button-­up collared blue shirt (!) hid some of the truly impressive muscles that the T-­shirt she was used to seeing him in had revealed. Yeah. And maybe not. Michael? Her heart shivered at the question, which she didn’t repeat out loud. Dr. Elisabeth Kübler-­Ross had posited that