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Friday, April 25, 2014

The Legacy of Buchanan's Crossing by Rhea Rhodan, Excerpt Tour & ♥GIVEAWAY♥ (Fantasy Romance)

Author: Rhea Rhodan
Title: The Legacy of Buchanan's Crossing
Genre: Fantasy Romance
What price will destiny demand?

Warding the Crossing has always been Cayden Sinclair’s destiny. With her beloved Gran growing weaker, it’s time the little witch took her place. Juggling substantial curves for her frame and an inconvenient inability to control her power has always been a serious challenge. But not until discovering her fated Keeper is the extremely hot, tragically clean-cut insomniac who’s ignored her for months, does she truly fear failing her legacy.

Now that he’s finally on the road to the top with an offer from a big developer, Clint MacAllen can’t allow his struggling construction company to be threatened by a vicious nightmare, or his inexplicable attraction to a goth clerk working the graveyard shift at HandiMart—no matter how potent they are.

J. Milton Developments has its own agenda for Buchanan’s Crossing, and they’ll spill blood to get it.

The ancient grove atop Buchanan’s Crossing glowed. The leaves on the gnarled oaks were that special sort of green they wore only in spring when they were still young and naive, before failure, disappointment, and the heat of the sun had their way. The deceptively gentle early light caught the leftover rain’s clinging drops. The leaves sparkled in the distance, enhancing the dangerous effect, tendering seductive fragments of joy.

Yes, this was one of those brilliant spring mornings so full of new life. The kind that might fill a person with all kinds of ridiculous ideas, as long as that person wasn’t flat on her butt in a rain-soaked ditch, wet and bruised, smoke literally wafting out of her second iPod in a month.

Ignoring the wild flowers that had cushioned her fall, she silently cursed Clint MacAllen. While some occasional trouble with anything electric might be expected by anyone this close to the Crossing, said trouble was absolutely certain to find her. She should have, would have, had her iPod long since safely stashed if she hadn’t been thinking about him.

She was still vexed as she skated up to the solid oak door of Gran’s cottage. She wasn’t surprised it opened before she’d made it up the porch stairs. Gran always knew when she was coming.

“Cayden. How lovely.” Gran’s blinding smile, the one everyone said Cayden had inherited, fell.

“Oh my. That bad, is it? Well, don’t stand there on my doorstep looking like Armageddon’s come upon us. You’re just in time for breakfast.”

Two damaged people with harrowing pasts, one with deadly visions of the future—both must confront their deepest fears before they lose themselves and each other.

Kidnapped by human monsters, Grace Thorne was ripped from her quiet intellectual life and left deeply scarred. She’s hidden herself for five years, but there’s no escape from the nightmares of the past, or visions of the future. When one foretells tragedy, she gambles her fragile defenses on a haunted man to prevent it—only to discover love is the biggest risk of all.

Jack Daggery doesn’t need a mirror to know why people avoid him, but he doesn’t really care. After years working deep undercover, immersed in betrayal and death, all he wants is some peace and the quiet security company he co-owns.

Dagger has no idea why the foul-mouthed little server of questionable gender bothers him. But he does know that living with the ghosts of his past was hard enough without being tormented by the mysterious thorn in his side—or finding how much he needs her.

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“Someone’s going to die.”

Dagger was already late. He didn’t have time for this shit. Especially not this pint-sized, purple-haired shit. The voice was surprisingly rough coming from the small frame, and the way the kid moved didn’t quite…well, there were a lot of those in the catering business. Thank God he’d finished getting dressed.

He’d thought the employee coat room would be a safe place to make a quick change, what with the party being well underway and all. Why would a server be in here now? They should all be busy.

Wait, that raw voice had been responsible for some damn creative cussing he’d heard a minute ago through the not-so-thin door. If he’d heard it, everyone else in the place must have, too. It had followed the loud crash that could have only meant the brutal end of a lot of glass. Someone had barked something after that, but the only word that made it through the door to Dagger’s ears was ‘fired.’

Okay. So, not just short and queer in at least one way, but foul-mouthed and currently unemployed, too. Dagger shook his head.

"What do you mean, ‘someone’s going to die’? Is that supposed to be a threat?” Not that Dagger could blame the kid. He took a step closer anyway. "And why tell me?"

The little purple head cocked to the side. “You might be able to stop it. You're security, right?"

If Dagger had been expecting an answer, that wasn’t it.

“Actually, I'm a guest," he said through gritted teeth.

He and his partner had been invited to the charity ball by a prospective client. The CEO was only in town for the night. He’d refused to give Blackridge his business until he'd met both of them. So here was Dagger, squeezed into the biggest tux the rental place had buried in the back, making his best attempt to be presentable so they could land the account. The kid wasn’t buying it and he doubted anyone else would, either. He knew who he was, or who he’d been, anyway. The way he looked on the outside wasn’t the half of it.

The kid thrust up his chin about a foot and half below Dagger’s and glared at him through large, dark-tinted glasses. Brave little shit, anyway.

"Yeah, right. And I'm Paul-freaking-Bunyan. You fit in with these mothball penguins like Babe The Blue Ox in a goddamn china shop. I just don't want anyone to get hurt, okay? Look for a green van. I gotta go." He pulled a wool cap over his ears, shrugged on an over-sized ratty jacket and ducked past Dagger’s grab, fast. Damned fast.

Dagger hesitated a moment before following. Yes, he was late. But no, he really didn’t want to be here. And what if the tip was solid and he ignored it?

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Rhea Rhodan resides in Minnetonka, Minnesota and has been telling herself stories since long before she could write. She attended the University of Minnesota with a focus on Journalism, then Brown Institute for Broadcast Journalism. After many adventures, misadventures, and a couple of short marriages, she found the love of her life in Regensburg, Germany, and has been living happily ever after since.

She journaled those adventures extensively (some might say rabidly) beginning in middle school, but didn't combine her writing and story-telling until several years ago, when one of the stories grabbed her by the throat and shook her like a rag doll until she gave in and wrote it. Having tasted freedom, her muse refuses to return to the confines of her head, and has successfully turned the tables, keeping her at the keyboard to appease it.

Her stories always had a twist of magic or a touch of the paranormal. Why the romance? Because she believes in happy endings, and helping people imagine them helps them create the magic to find their own.

She welcomes feedback and fan mail :>). You can join her on Facebook and/or Goodreads, too. Rhea is always happy to meet new friends
Rhea will be awarding a $30 Amazon or Barnes & Noble GC to a 
randomly drawn commenter during the tour!


  1. Thank you for the excerpts. Just makes me more curious.


  2. Good morning. Thank you for hosting me at Romance Novel Giveaways!

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  4. Hi Again!! what's going on with you over the weekend? Doing anything fun? Or are you settling in to bring us another great book :)

    andralynn7 AT gmail DOT com

    1. A little bit of everything, Andra. Yes, hard at work on the next book (with an appearance by Thorne and Dagger (and Farley) from Finding Grace). Writing a featured book interview for The Legacy of Buchanan's Crossing. Lunch with a friend, garden work, visit my dad. Going to a play with my sister, my niece, and my nephew's girlfriend tomorrow night. Guess I won't be seeing much of DH :>). How 'bout you?

  5. Great excerpt, thank you.


  6. Interesting book

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com

  7. Eye-catching blurb. Yes, it is working!! ;)

    Joanna M

  8. Enjoyed the excerpt.

    kareninnc at gmail dot com


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