Amanda Trenfield - When a Soulmate Says No

First published in 2022 by Pepper Press, a division of Fair Play Publishing
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ISBN: 978-1-925914-43-6
ISBN: 978-1-925914-44-3 (ePub)

Amanda Trenfield 2022

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Typsetting by Leslie Priestley
Photo of Amanda Trenfield by Andrea Francolini
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A Soulmate is the one person
whose love is powerful enough
to motivate you to meet your soul,
to do the emotional work of self-discovery,
of awakening

Kenny Loggins

The depth of emotional authenticity and raw vulnerability expressed in When a Soulmate Says No is increasingly rare. Beginning with the total annihilation of her heart, Amandas story transitions beautifully into one of bravery, honesty, and deep transformation. The quest to align with her soul, and journey back to who she was all along, is a compelling read that had me holding my breath and cheering her on from the very first chapter. If you have experienced heartache and loss, allow yourself to be guided by Amanda, and enjoy the feeling of living this nearly unbelievable story by her side. Brava!

NANCY LEVIN
Best-selling author of Setting Boundaries Will Set You Free
and Founder of Levin Life Coach Academy

How do you know when youve met your soulmate? Amanda knew it instantly in every fiber of her being. What came next was a surprising exploration driven by universal intervention to a place deep within. A place leading back to her authentic self and the discovery of her soul power.

LAURA E SUMMERS
Co-Author of #1 International Best-Seller Women Who Rise

When A Soulmate Says No is a love story of a different kind - a raw, intimate, and provocative journey back to self. Amanda teaches us that out of pain can come substantial growth; that getting shaken to the core is not an inglorious end, but instead opens us to the dynamic possibility of a glorious new beginning - the rebuilding of life that renders us our own hero. I was riveted from the first pages and deeply enlightened the rest of the way.

NANCY PICKARD
#1 International Best-selling Author of Bigger Better Braver

I wasnt expecting a formal dinner with cheerful conference attendees in the beautiful Margaret River to turn my life upside down. I had a good life. I wasnt looking to upend itor was I?

I had decided only the week earlier to attend the three-day event with my husband. It wasnt in the family holiday plan and we had to arrange care for the children, but I saw it as a perfect opportunity for us to reconnect as we had become quite distant. I believed that time away from the stress of everyday life was the perfect remedy to reignite our relationship.

I had also been working very hard, so exploring boutique wineries with their cosy cellar doors, sampling Ros, Semillon and Shiraz was just too tempting to pass up. Enjoying expertly crafted wines with the opportunity to decompress and relax in a country setting is one of my favourite pastimes.

We entered the magnificent oak-panelled dining room, taking our seats at a long, elegantly laid table. My husband sat to my left, and quickly engaged in conversation with another couple.

As I settled into my seat, I looked up, and immediately lost my breath. When our eyes met there was an instant familiarity that ran deeper than water-cooler chat. Those eyes had locked before. Twelve years earlier. His name was Jason. I hadnt forgotten.

Throughout the dinner, I was my usual animated and conversational self. I was, after all, in sales. The group chatted happily, all of us enjoying an excellent degustation of Western Australian delicacies cooked with attention and pride.

As entree was served Jason offered me a sip of his wineto taste the robust Margaret River old-vine Shiraz. After a little banter and coaxing, I accepted.

Our repartee was enchanting to me. Our tte--ttes and pleasure of each others company was exceedingly apparent from the very first moment. We had such a natural, easy connection; I soon recognised the evening was going to afford more than delicious food and wine. I smiled.

Over the course of the evening my attraction to Jason developed. I soon became aware of his every breath and I unconsciously mirrored his pace. I caught myself, embarrassingly, looking at his chest through his slim-fitted white evening shirt. Yes, he had a fit, toned and attractive body, but was it his chest I was drawn to?

When dessert was served, he offered me a sample of his decadent and oozy chocolate pudding. I declined, but he scooped up a generous spoonful and fed me across the table anyway. He displayed a level of familiarity normally reserved for close friends or lovers. If anyone had been watching us, they would have been at least curious as to the nature of our relationship. My husband didnt notice the pudding exchange, or any of my other interactions with Jason over the course of the dinner.

By the time the group left the restaurant late in the evening, all my senses were on high alert. It was abundantly clear to me the energy between Jason and me was somehow charged. I instinctively understood though this was more than just lust. I also understood it was more than simply physical attraction, but I just couldnt put my finger on it.

At the hotel bar, Jason bought me a glass of my favourite Ros. We looked into each others eyeshis dark and mysterious, mine big and brownand clinked glasses. The electricity between us was strong, raw and unfathomably intense. It travelled to my core. It was so intense, I needed to break eye contact. He. We. The energy. It was electric. My body was completely charged. I was completely on.

I loved talking with him. I felt warm, relaxed and safe in his presence. I felt I could truly be myselfon a level I wasnt familiar with. It was a feeling I realised I hadnt enjoyed in a long, long timeperhaps even ever. Sure, we would laugh, joke and banter as if old friends but the deepening connection through our eyes was undeniable.