It wasn’t until much later I realized you were a guy.” With the long silky-looking hair and the flowers. His thumb brushes over mine and I can’t help but shiver. I can’t pinpoint when they started exactly, I just realized in my late teens that I’d had these recurring dreams once a year on Midsummer and I thought it was fucking weird. “I’ve never done the whole flower-picking thing you have. “But I’m one hundred percent sure that I dreamed of you all these years. I don’t believe in premonitions or ‘the sight.’” I can hear the air quotes in his voice.
“I don’t believe in supernatural things, Frode. It’s not.” I read understanding in his gaze. “…that’s not easy to find,” he finishes for me. I want someone to look at me like I’m his whole universe. “Because I…” I close my eyes, unwilling to look at him for this part, afraid I’ll see scorn in those beautiful and achingly familiar brown eyes. I’m gay…” I let my voice trail off and he raises one eyebrow that asks “and?” which makes me grin. I read and watch and listen to anything related to gardens or growing things. “I’m forty, I love my family, and my sister is my best friend. That last part can be problematic when photographing them.” “I’m addicted to historical podcasts and I cry at weddings. The way he emphasizes the last word tickles my stomach. Attached to my camera, the youngest of three kids. My loose hair falls onto my face, and he reaches out a gentle hand and tucks it behind my ear. He brushes his thumb over the back of my hand, and I turn to my side so I can see him properly. And the man he’s dreamed of, Viljar, the man with dandelions in his beard, is much the same.īut no one can fight the magic of Midsummer, no matter how much they try… So when he runs into the man he’s literally dreamed of every Midsummer for thirty years, his mind doesn’t immediately jump to “Hey, he must be my soul mate.” Instead, his mind works much like mine, and he questions what’s happening to him.
Even if he muses that he hasn’t inherited his science teacher father’s logical mind, he very much has. But it’s one of those areas where I wish someone will prove me wrong 😊įrode, one of the MCs, in Flowers Under My Pillow is much the same. Always analyzing, always demanding proof, and since soul mates can’t be scientifically proven, it’s a no for me. I’m not a spiritual or religious person my mind questions everything. I would like to, because the idea of someone out there being meant only for me, is very appealing and wildly romantic. But I’m here now, and I might never leave 😊 I’m here to talk about my brand new release, Flowers Under My Pillow, a contemporary story infused with some of the Midsummer magic of the olden days. I’ve especially missed Holly since my new day job means I can only do my morning writing sessions on weekends and days off. Hi everyone, I’m back! Have you missed me? It’s been a while since I visited this lovely place and I’ve missed you all.
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