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About the author:
Kim Petersen is a USA Today Bestselling Author, author of The Ascended Angels Chronicles, and co-author of the Stone the Crows series. Her debut novel, Millie’s Angel received a gold award in the 2017 Dan Poynter’s Global eBook Awards.
Based in Australia, Kim forces herself out of bed in the wee hours to walk the oceans roads of the NSW sleepy south coast town where she lives with her family. She is always grateful she did because she thinks there is much to be said about those small hours. She loves to explore the meta-physical aspects of life, and the universal bonds of love and friendship – then find expression through creating works of urban fantasy, paranormal and dystopian fiction. Sometimes, she drives too fast because it feels good to be reckless 😉
She loves empty beaches, summer storms, big shady trees, and music – not necessarily in that order. Reading books is an obsession, and great movies and Netflix can be a satisfying pastime when it's time to tune out to the world. Mostly, she loves to ponder anything mysterious and beautiful.
What inspired you to write your book?
My book, Wildflower is a 30,000-novella and part of Untamed Destinies, and inspired by my keen interest in romance, soul connections and paranormal phenomenon. I’ve been reading and studying spiritual subjects for over ten years, and briefly touched on the Twin Flame union in my book, Dark Soul. I’d forgotten all about that until recently. It was like a prelude to a story that would lead to a deeper exploration of the ultimate soul connection; Twin Flames.
I spoke to people experiencing the twin flame union when researching for my book, and wanted to create a story as true as possible to honor the divine union – the twin flame union is never an easy one, and full of complications. The union transcends all man-made ideals surrounding relationships, so while it’s romantic, there are confronting themes in my book that I don’t expect everyone will understand. I’m good with that.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Arie gazed up at the ceiling fan as it circulated warm air over her body. She didn’t know where she was; she only knew she was in a hotel room someplace in America. The room was small and sparingly furnished, the bed soft and unremarkable, and she was alone.
She wasn’t worried at all – there were no resistant or discordant feelings rifling through her. No concern over her whereabouts as she relaxed under the balmy breeze of the fan. She just was. Then, the door swung open and Charly stood at the threshold watching her, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. A smile caught his lips while she sat up on the mattress and motioned for him to come closer.
His distinct, woody scent invaded her senses when he stopped beside the bed and gazed down at her. He smelled like heaven-on-a-stick to Arie.
“Hi,” he said, stretching his hands toward her.
She clasped his hands, entwining her fingers through his as he gently tugged her to her feet beside him. Then, he leaned closer, his warm breath tickling her ear and sending a delicious shiver down her spine as he whispered.
“We’re going to work together,” he said. He pulled back to face her, uncurling his fingers from hers before cupping her chin in his hands and smiling. “You’re all I ever wanted, Arie.”
Arie’s breath surged and mingled with the humid air as she exhaled, her heart leaping with the words she’d never known she’d longed to hear. She didn’t say a thing – words failed her, and as he lowered his face closer to hers, the world diffused beneath her feet. Desire. Anticipation. Wanting. Oh, how she wanted to kiss those lips! Her quickened pulse felt like fire in her veins – she wanted to feel him now. Her eyes locked onto his as she closed the space between them, circling her hands around his neck and tangling her fingers in his hair as she crushed her lips against his.
She was a thirsty, wild cat drinking from the earth’s sweetest spring, and she couldn’t get enough of him. His mouth felt soft and warm, and contrasted with the roughness edging his lips as his whiskers grazed her skin, their lips parting and tongues entwining, and… oh, he tasted so good, and she melted into his chest and gave herself to the moment with total abandonment. Then, the moment was over and he slowly pulled away from her, leaving her wanting more while her mind scattered and her swollen lips pouted.
Wait, what? Why?
She frowned, the words whirling through her mind and catching beneath her tongue as she watched Charly back away from her.
A smile played in Charly’s eyes before he turned from her, and without another word he strutted towards the hotel door. Her frown deepened, and she strained to piece together his motions as she watched him open the door and disappear from view. Her heart banged against her ribcage rebelliously while her gaze fell and lingered over the shiny door handle as if her stare might will him back to her – but then something else took hold. A fermenting, vile sensation nudged its way from her heart and settled in her gut, tightening her lungs along its path. It twisted and wrenched, and it felt horrible. Guilt.