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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:
Rose growled in response, her eyes gradually adjusting to the illuminated environment. The chamber – and it truly was a chamber in the aristocratic sense of the word – was richly decorated, cobalt blue walls lined with deep gold streaks, the same shade that tastefully framed the sizable arched windows embedded alongside the whole length of the wall, flooding the space with sunlight. By the luxurious vintage upholstered furniture she safely presumed she was standing, or rather was being forced to stand, in the middle of a sitting room.
“Oh,” she exhaled, bottling her anger as she traced the origin of the words to a tall figure, leaning back in a gold-dipped futon. “Hello, Veles.”
Although Rose had never met the god in person, he was substantially linked to her bloodline, making it impossible for a descendant of Mokoš to be unaware of his existence – or his decadent reputation. Despite her combative instinct, she slowly shifted back into her fully human form, with Veles’ olive green eyes observing her intently.
“That’s much, much better,” Veles’ seductive voice caressed her senses, making Rose even more angered by her indisputable abduction. “Let the hellion go.”
Rose scowled at the cocky god; nonetheless, both pairs of hands released their grip in flawless coordination, allowing Rose to let out a breath she wasn’t aware of holding. The figures disappeared through the door before she managed to catch a glimpse of them, leaving her alone with the god.
“Come, take a seat.” Veles tapped on the intimately small vacant spot next to him on the futon, the corners of his lips tugged in a devious smile.
Rose approached him, but confidently sat down on the adjacent sofa, returning the smile. Veles observed her, intrigue flaring in his glimmering green eyes.
“You are willful, aren’t you…” It wasn’t a question. He shifted upward, flexing his arm across the headrest, displaying his slender, yet muscularly build body, clad in tight black leather pants and a black T-shirt that hugged the light swell of his athletic chest. A smug expression formed on his face as he caught Rose’s eyes wander over his outstretched body.
Silently Rose cursed herself for the slight slip-up, and – fighting the blush that wanted to taint her cheeks – forced her gaze to stay on his eyes only. Not that Veles made it any easier for her, since she saw nothing but hunger within the rich olive green color, rimmed with a subtle line of pure black.