Welcome to another episode of Author Spotlight. Today, the spotlight shines on Brea Viragh.
Brea Viragh is a contemporary and paranormal romance writer based in the Blue Ridge Mountains of Virginia. When she isn’t writing, her hobbies include binge-watching HGTV, scouring thrift shops for goodies, and maintaining her alpha status among her puppy and three cats.. Brea has spent most of her years traveling, collecting adventures, and attempting to find the perfect place to plant roots. All the while she has been writing. An avid people watcher and any-scrap-available note taker, she uses the world around her (and her own experiences) as fodder for her fiction projects. Life is a story. Live the life you want your audience to read.
Let’s take a look at her book, Fate Walks
In a world where magic is passed down along gender lines, what happens when a woman is born with her father’s magic
Underground DJ and staunch introvert Astix Cavaldi is a hit on the Chicago music scene. She’s also guilty of the unthinkable by simply being born. An outcast in magical society for her unprecedented power, Astix finds her solitude rudely interrupted when she receives a message from her long-estranged family. There is a rising swell of darkness in their world. Much as her family distrusts her magic, it may be the one thing they need to save them.
Leonidas Voltaire is the golden only child of the head of the community that patrols all magic users. He’s taken an instant liking to Astix when he witnesses the long-lost daughter confront her family and stand up to him right after. As Leo tracks her movements for his father, Astix must use her power to defeat the mother of darkness threatening them, as well as fight her distrust of all things male. Evil beckons, love tempts, and Astix would rather be anywhere else. Romantically pursued by a man who works for the one organization she’s running from is not exactly her fondest wish.
When Darkness kidnaps her sisters, she’ll need Leo’s love, and a little bit of magic, to save them all.
Here’s an EXCERPT:
He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt such an urgent stroke of lust. And that was just from a picture. This was real life. Real life was better, decidedly better. Then Astix stood, and Leo hurried after her before she had a chance to leave.
Her instincts shouldn’t have surprised him when she reflexively reached back to grab his wrist before it landed on her shoulder. Whirling around, she twisted to face him and stopped his hand just short of skin-to-skin contact.
“Who are you?” Her voice was a growl.
Leo hid a smile and kept silent, reversing their roles and breaking her hold. Harder than necessary, unfortunately. His palm pushed against her arm and Astix went flying before landing on her ass, skidding slightly along the driveway. She glanced down at the moisture seeping into the fabric of her pants. Stared at him. Back at the pants. Then him.
She sputtered an indignant response. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
This time he couldn’t help the grin. It split open his cheeks. She had a good voice. Smooth, low, rough around the edges. It conjured images of dark spaces, sultry piano and soul-shaking saxophone. Perfectly suited for her line of work.
Leo shook his head to clear it. “I’m sorry. I didn’t expect you to retaliate. You have quite a grip on you.” He held out a hand to help her rise.
Astix ignored the outstretched appendage and rose on shaky legs. “I can do it myself, thanks, Golden Boy.”
“Golden Boy?” Leo fingered a lock of his hair, the strands catching the fine mist of rain.
“Yeah, Golden Boy.” She jerked her chin away when he continued to stare at her. “What? Do you get off on scaring people half to death? Sneaking up on them without as much as a hello?”
He held his palms in front of him. She wasn’t what he’d expected and that had Leo reevaluating his approach. After reading her file, he might have taken her for cautious. Cool, with a bit of a chip on her shoulder. Then he’d seen the flush on her cheeks and the glint of panic in her eyes. “Like I said, I’m sorry. I didn’t come here to fight. I just want to talk. To you.”
What she was, he decided as he watched her, was scared.
Her posture shifted from defensive to attack-mode in less time than it took to inhale. “Who are you?” she asked again, her voice rising an octave. “Answer me.”
“Okay, well, maybe I didn’t come for you. You just happened to be here. Still, I’d like to talk.”
She focused on his face, his eyes like two amber-laced citrines. This was a man built for intimidation. “I’m sure you realize you’re trespassing on private property.” She drew her jacket closer and pulled the ends in for protection against the chill.
The man smiled wider and her brain stuttered at the movement. “Not if I’m an invited guest. I have an appointment.” A small lie.
Astix took in the imposing set of his shoulders, the muscles bulging beneath his shirt. Probably hiding a set of abs she could scrub laundry on. Delicious, yes, but more than capable of forcing her to do whatever he wanted.
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