Hey. Allie Burke, AllieRock, Alliecat, Allie B… I got many names. Whatever you’re feelin’. I’m the author of the paranormal romance trilogy The Enchanters. Specially for this Guestie, I wrote a story called The Package. It takes place something like ten years before Violet Midnight, and features seventeen year old Jane Wildes (Violet Midnight’s main character).
I’ve done something like this once before. Written an “Enchanters” story. That one took place between two chapters of Violet Midnight. I love writing stuff like this. Not quite short stories, but not novel excerpts either. World Insights, lets call them. Yeah, I like that.
For me, my “characters” (I hate calling them by that name—they are so much more than that), cannot be counted as “things” that are just made up for the purpose of writing a book and then let go. I cannot let them go. They are with me always. People, too. Friends. Imaginary friends.
Maybe that’s why I love these stories so much. A chance to hang out with them more often. Jane is really amazing, actually. I love her dearly.
I hope you enjoy the story, and the excerpt from Violet Midnight. Hey, enjoy the books, too.
The Package, an Enchanters story by Allie Burke:
With haste Jane Wildes ran from the too-gray building with a package tucked securely under her arm. The crash of the double doors closing behind her did not stop her. Her legs burned from the exertion as she ran, but she paid them no mind. She couldn’t get out of there fast enough. Away, fast enough. Separate herself from nasty children she could never relate to, adults that could never relate to her, and a headmistress who should have been named a Warden.
She had no idea where she was supposed to be going. She didn’t care. She could feel it beckoning to her. In uncertain terms calling her name. Her own energy swelling her chest as her heart begged for it. She pushed herself harder. Forced her toes deep into the sand as she crossed into it from the pavement. Carelessly dropped the package that was, clearly, important, possibly, a necessity in this life or death situation. Still, she didn’t care. There was nothing left but her need to get to her only friend. His need for her.
From the damp, compact sand Jane leaped forward. In mid-air before crashing down, as if impatient to surface her aura formed, clouding violet glitter around her body. A split second later Jane and her purple disappeared through the crystal blue, hid from the world by the sudden momentous waves. Eventually her flaming red head reappeared within the violet, and using her shimmering palms she slicked her hair back.
Instinctively she drew a deep breath in. It wasn’t as if she didn’t need air to breathe—she wasn’t that inhumane—but this kind of calm that, it seemed, only a breath could impose, was replenished instead by the water her energy drank in the moment she was in it. Before she could even think to position herself her body had already made the decision to lay out and she was floating atop the surface. For several moments she laid like that with her eyes closed as she thought about what she should do.
It wasn’t as if she had anywhere else to go.
Her parents’ house was not far. Though she hadn’t stepped foot inside for over ten years, it would not be hard to find. It wasn’t a place one could easily forget.
“No,” the seventeen year old said out loud. At herself, she shook her head and her aura folded back into her body. “No,” she said again, quietly this time. She swam in and happened upon the shore where just beyond, the package lay. No, she couldn’t go to her parents’, she concluded. Never again, could she have anything to do with either one of them.
Scooping up the package in her arm she began walking. Across the sand and along a long stretch of highway called Lilian. As she walked with a steady pace she held the package out before her. It was a purple box, marked with a thick, black scribble.
“Jasmyn Lake,” it said.
The package, was not a package. It was a place. A beginning. A life.
Hugging it close against her chest, Jane made her way.
Elias moved to Hazel Grove, California to get away from the rain, his parents, and everything that was taken from him in Hayward, Washington. But he thinks he may be going crazy when he starts seeing purple glitter in the air, the scent of rosemary is everywhere, and he is hearing a beautiful voice.
Jane is content in her life of solitude in the quiet town of Jasmyn Lake, but when her special magic sends her on a journey to meet the man she has been dreaming about for months, she cannot resist.
Look into the world of The Enchanters, where water has a sense of humor, trees scare people, and love - is destiny.
excerpt from Violet Midnight by Allie Burke:
A knock on the door stole Jane away from her bliss of deep, soundless sleep. She peeked at the window with listless eyes. Her dark purple curtain wasn’t dark purple anymore. A natural light behind it lightened it, revealing every imperfection in the stitching. She grunted. I’ll kill him, her irritated body flinched. He knew better than to show up here during the day.
“Come in,” her uninterested voice blurred her words together.
A couple seconds of silence, and she thought he had left. She buried herself back in the cushions of the couch. Then she heard the door open. She let out an exasperated breath, and opened her eyes. Her jaw dropped.
He was so gorgeous, standing in her doorway in a long sleeved shirt that did nothing to hide his massive muscular body.
“Hi, Elias,” she said sleepily from under her blanket.
“Jane,” he whispered her name like it was the most satisfying fresh air he had ever breathed. He looked at her barely opened eyes. “I’m so sorry, I woke you up. I can come back—” he turned to leave.
“Don’t leave,” she begged.
He turned back, shoving his hand in his jeans pocket. He was nervous.
“Um. Can you see me?” Jane asked.
He laughed lightly. “Yeah. Finally.”
His voice, so deep, so calm, so peaceful. “Okay.” She closed her eyes. “I’m dreaming. We’ll go in the kitchen and you’ll kiss me and touch me everywhere I want to be touched and— wait,” she opened her eyes to find a very amused smirk on Elias’s face. “No, that’s not how it goes. We wake up in my bed and you make me breakfast and it smells so good—” she blinked at him. “Right?”
He cleared his throat. “I, uh, saw you at the bookstore, and well, I—” he took a deep breath, clearing his mumbles. “I followed you.”
Jane could not stop her eyes from widening as she suffered the deepest embarrassment she had ever encountered. She erupted into loud, uncontrollable giggles. “So this is not a dream, and I just babbled all that—” she laughed some more, and pulled her blanket up over her head as she felt her cheeks burn bright red. She counted to ten, and pulled the edge of the blanket just past her eyes.
“You dream about me?” he asked.
“Yes.” Her whisper sounded almost relieved.
“How often?” His eyebrows lifted a little. Curiosity.
“Every day.” She bent her knees, clearing a spot for him at the end of the couch. “Please, sit.”
He sat down. He slowly took hold of her ankles under the blanket. She didn’t flinch. It felt natural, his hands on her skin. He pulled her feet into his lap, and began massaging them.
Jane made a rash decision to start talking before—well, she didn’t really know what she would do. Fall asleep, probably.
“Are you always this warm?”
“Yes. It freaked my parents out when I was a kid. They took me to the hospital a lot. The doctors had no idea what it was, so we all kind of ignored it.”
“Tell me about them.”
“My parents? I’d rather not,” he said with an embarrassing laugh that wasn’t really a laugh at all. Jane thought about pleading with him, but the grim line that was suddenly Elias’s lips persuaded her against it.
“What about your family?” he asked.
“Um. I don’t—” Jane paused for a moment, trying to word it right. She gave up quickly. There wasn’t another way to put it. “I don’t have any.”
“None at all? What about your parents?”
“They didn’t want to deal with me. Too much for them, I guess. They gave me up for adoption.”
Elias’s mouth gaped open.
“I’m sorry, I’m babbling. You just asked me about them. I don’t know.”
Elias clamped his mouth shut. “No, no, I just don’t understand how they could give you up. Sorry. Go on, please.”
Jane smiled a little proudly. “I lived at a foster center with other children. I kept to myself. They all just thought I was weird, so it wasn’t so bad.
“I snuck out at night to get to the water. It was all I had. I always got caught. Eventually they just stopped introducing me to families. I was a ‘troublemaker’,” she whispered the last word with a dark humor.
Elias didn’t laugh.
“When I was seventeen, a woman came to see me, said she had been hired by my grandmother. She brought me a package. It was filled with contacts and legal papers and money, lots of money. She told me I was emancipated, legally an adult, and free to go.”
“So what did you do?”
“I went,” she laughed. “I walked seventy miles to Jasmyn, and saw my house. It was perfect, in the middle of the woods and a lake within walking distance. I visited a real estate agent in Hazel Grove—the business card was in the package. The owner of the agency, an older man, he told me it was my name. He said that he’d been waiting for me to claim it for ten years.
“I decorated it. I was happy.”
Elias smiled, and then he tilted his head like a light bulb had turned on inside his brain. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a cell phone, pressing the side button to illuminate the screen. “I guess I didn’t realize the time,” he said. “It is a little early.”
“No, I don’t—” Jane looked away, “I sleep during the day.”
“Why? Do you work graveyard or something?”
“Um, no, I don’t work. Why do I sleep during the day,” she pondered, “’cause I’m up at night?”
He laughed. “But there’s a reason for that, right?”
She didn’t answer.
“Honestly, I’m just curious.”
Jane inhaled a deep breath, and whispered to him. She didn’t want him to hear her answer. It was stupid. “Bad things happen during the day.”
“My parents gave me up in the morning. My grandmother died in the afternoon.”
Shame in his eyes, Elias looked down at his hands.
“Okay, I’m done now, really. You can tell me to shut up, you know.”
Elias looked back up, and stared directly into her eyes. “I like listening. Your voice is beautiful.”
Jane blinked frantically. “Don’t do that.”
“That thing you do with your eyes. They get bluer, and I’m lost.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
about the author:
Allie is a sideways writer of all things literary, an obsessive reader, an Indie supporter and a Love lover. she lives in a cozy Southern California apartment where books rule the world, and the world, is never as it seems.
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i would like to say thank you to Allie Burke for guest posting today and to you as well for stopping by!