Friday, May 9, 2014

Excerpt Tour and Giveaway - The Legacy of Buchanan's Crossing by Rhea Rhodan

I am so thrilled to be spotlighting Rhea Rhodan and her most recent release, The Legacy of Buchanan's Crossing, today!  I am a huge fan of hers after reading Finding Grace (I highly recommend that book) and I have this book in my TBR list!

The Legacy of Buchanan’s Crossing

by Rhea Rhodan 



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. 



Catching up with her was easy. Not bending down to kiss her would have been tough. Not pulling her into his arms, impossible. He wondered later what had pushed him past the point of no return—whether it had been her taste, her scent, or the passion of her temper. 

She tried to push him away. He pulled her closer, pressed his mouth to her moist lips with greater demand until they parted. The kiss, sweet and hot, burned through him. He loosened his grip on her shoulders, held her head with one hand, massaged the ass that had been tormenting him since he’d first laid eyes on it with his other. Her hands slipped around his back, sliding over his new T-shirt, then lower, tugging, pulling, rubbing, driving him beyond crazy. They must have taken a breath in there somewhere, but he couldn’t remember when. 

He wasn’t aware they’d moved until his knuckles brushed against something solid and cold. He blinked, recognizing the rear panel of his truck in spite of the darkness. The parking lot light must have burned out while they were busy. The thought slipped away as he glided his fingers across the silky skin of her shoulders. He oh-so-lightly trailed them lower until they made contact with the lace trim of the corset. He slipped his fingertips beneath it while his lips left hers to taste the spicy skin below her ear, then her throat. A groan escaped from deep in his chest. 

“Whoa, big fella.” 

Her voice was too low to be convincing, and the heat of the whisper in his ear had the opposite effect of the words’ intent. He nuzzled his lips in the top of her cleavage and inhaled. A new scent mixed with the fresh green rain he found so irresistible and soothing. And soothing wasn’t the word for it. The raw edge of it bypassed his brain altogether, shooting straight to his aching— 

“Clint, please. We’re standing in a parking lot.” 


AUTHOR Bio and Links: 

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. 

Buy links for The Legacy of Buchanan’s Crossing: 


You may also be interested in her debut novel, a Musa Publishing Editor's Top Pick, Finding Grace, available here: Musa and Amazon as well as at other popular on-line retailers.

Rhea will be awarding a $30 Amazon or Barnes & Noble GC to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour.  The more you comment, the greater your chances of winning!  Follow the tour HERE


  1. That is a great excerpt thank you.


  2. Steamy excerpt and interesting summary. I especially like the premise of the heroine not being able to fully control her powers and being doubtful of her ability to fulfill her duty. I generally dislike (with some exceptions of course) when powers are too 'perfect' and the main characters are way too confident in them. I prefer them growing in their confidence during the book so to create more character development. Thanks for sharing :)
    shantih (at) hotmail (dot) it

    1. Thank you so much, Elisa, for taking the time to detail what attracts you to the book! Much appreciated.

  3. So happy to be here, Sue! Thank you for having me and for the great intro.

    Readers, please comment AND LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDY to be entered in the drawing at the end of the tour. I'll be stopping by throughout the day, so feel free to ask questions, too.

    P.S. I'm also running a drawing for my newsletter subscribers, so stop by my website to sign up and learn more!

  4. Well, it's the last day of the tour. I've enjoyed following along, getting to know you and your book.

    kareninnc at gmail dot com

    1. My pleasure, Karen. Likewise, it's been nice "seeing" you on the tour!

  5. I have enjoyed the tour and learning about your book, it sounds great.


  6. Nice cover and excerpt

    bn100candg at hotmail dot com