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Gaja resides in Celje, Slovenia, with her husband and two Chinese Crested dogs.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I light one of my Virginia Slims to clear my mind.
“Need something in your mouth, Miss America?” Aelius says in his smooth voice, only the slightest hint of amusement lining his words.
I become painfully aware of the cigarette between my, now slightly swollen, lips. It’s a good thing he keeps on walking without sparing a glance over his shoulder. I have zero desire of showing him just how much his remark affects me. I’m ticked off at myself as it is.
When he does look back, the expression on Aelius’ face is one I can’t quite make out. The only evident thing is the sheer self-assurance that drips from his twisted smile.
“I always thought you’d prefer to suck on something thicker.”
I nearly choke on the smoke and mask my chough with a huff of appalled disbelief; the cold, all-business-no-pleasure man had just made a joke. Coupled with a sexual innuendo. I nearly choke again.
His blue gaze lingers on my face, and instantly I’m glad for the white cat-eye sunglasses hiding my eyes behind their dark shades. Seeing the raw hunger in them would give Aelius entirely too much satisfaction. If he had decided to be a tease, he must have done so with a completely unrelated ulterior motive lurking in that cold brain of his. And I sure as hell don’t want to be the butt of some twisted joke.
With a smirk, he turns back around, and continues to walk towards the lake with his typical confident stride. I trail behind him in my golden loafers, hoping the gravel won’t chafe them too badly.