WHAT IF YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH BROTHER/SISTER TWINS?
When the enigmatic twins from Natasha Graham’s childhood sweep back into her life and draw her into their glamorous world, she is seduced by a potent cocktail of love and sexual desire. But Sebastian and Celeste Walker are two sides of the same coin, darkness and light and everything is not as perfect as it seems. Can Tasha make the right choice when it comes to her heart? Or will the past destroy everything worth saving?
Targeted Age Group:: 18+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wrote my debut novel Kindred Hearts because I found I had fictional people, specifically the twins Sebastian and Celeste, living in my head and it was a choice between going mad or putting pen to paper. I honestly felt compelled to write their story and I revelled in the process so much that the dark winter months positively flew by. I’ve developed a real taste for it now and I’m working hard writing my next books.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The idea for Kindred Hearts was originally inspired by an agony aunt column in a waiting room magazine. The letter was from a girl who had a boyfriend, but was worried she might be gay because she’d had an arousing dream about another girl. The aunt replied that (while there was nothing wrong with being gay) it was fairly common for heterosexual women to have sensual dreams about other women, particularly if their male partner was not as gentle or as intuitive as one might wish. She suggested that rather than a physical sexual encounter with a woman, the girl was maybe craving the lightness of touch or emotional connection, that femininity often represents. The agony aunt went on to advise the girl to talk to her boyfriend etc. But it got me thinking about how our various different needs as human beings, are often fulfilled by different people in our lives. Of course, I then took this concept and ran with it – exploring the complicated relationship between three very different characters as they struggle to overcome their past.
I spent most of the autumn term trying not to obsess about Sebastian, but it didn’t work. I could tell whenever he was somewhere close by a prickling sensation on the back of my neck and I couldn’t resist subtly looking out for him in the playground. Despite his cold indifference I still got butterflies in my stomach every time our eyes met, so I tried to avoid him as much as possible. But in November the twins had a joint fourteenth birthday party.
I felt shy at first – it was strange seeing everyone outside of school and the crisp, clear night felt eerily magical. But Celeste was keyed up about the fireworks and her infectious excitement soon reassured me. The display was breath-taking and we all oohed and aahed as flashes of fiery light illuminated the sky with transient colour, leaving trails of smoky echoes in their wake. Some of the boys snuck up on the girls in the dark to make them shriek and soon we were all giggling and larking about.
Sebastian hung back in the shadow of the house, watching the rest of us from afar with his usual laid-back manner. Most of his dark straggly hair was hidden under a black beanie, pulled low down on his forehead so that he looked even more brooding than usual, but he laughed along as we made idiots of ourselves. Eventually Celeste went over to him, took his arm, and dragged him down the garden to where we were toasting marshmallows over a bonfire in a big circle. Sebastian was forced to stand between Celeste and myself and as I passed him a skewer, I silently prayed that he couldn’t see me blushing.
Maybe I was just distracted or impatient, but I just couldn’t get the hang of toasting my marshmallows. They caught fire and tasted burnt or simply melted off the skewer into the flames, disappearing out of sight. I was just about to give up completely when Sebastian unexpectedly offered me his skewer. Perched on the end of it, was a perfectly toasted marshmallow. He didn’t say anything, just watched me with an unreadable expression as I carefully took it from him, my gloved fingers brushing his. I thanked him, my words coming out in a whisper, but he nodded once in acknowledgment before turning away to comment on something someone else was saying. I glanced around the group but was relieved to find no one looking in my direction. I gently blew on the marshmallow before tentatively putting it into my mouth whole. It tasted delicious and I couldn’t keep the smile off my face as it warmed me from head to toe.
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