Wildest Dreams by Kristen Ashley




  Wildest Dreams

  Kristen Ashley

  Published by Kristen Ashley at Smashwords

  Copyright 2011 Kristen Ashley

  Discover other titles by Kristen Ashley:

  Rock Chick Series:

  Rock Chick

  Rock Chick Rescue

  Rock Chick Redemption

  Rock Chick Renegade

  Rock Chick Revenge

  The ‘Burg Series:

  For You

  At Peace

  Golden Trail

  The Colorado Mountain Series:

  The Gamble

  Sweet Dreams

  Fantasyland Series:

  The Golden Dynasty

  Fantastical

  Other Titles by Kristen Ashley:

  Lacybourne Manor

  Mystery Man

  Penmort Castle

  Sommersgate House

  Three Wishes

  www.kristenashley.net

  Smashwords Edition, License Notes

  This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

  *****

  Chapter One

  Love Is Everything

  “You are sure?” Valentine asked in her soft, throaty, sing-song New Orleans accented voice.

  I nodded.

  I was sure. Heck yeah, I was sure.

  I could not wait.

  “Finnie,” my friend Claudia hissed from my side and I looked from Valentine to Claudia to see Claudia looked pale and alarmed. “This is crazy,” she went on then elaborated. “Crazier than when you bungee jumped, crazier than when you jumped from a plane, crazier than when you swam with the sharks, crazier –”

  I cut her off, saying through a smile, “I didn’t swim with sharks, they just crashed the party.”

  Claudia’s eyes got squinty. “You know what I mean. And I’ll throw in treasure hunting with that guy who thought he was the Indiana Jones of this generation but who was, I will remind you,” she leaned in, “not. And that time you nearly got stampeded by elephants when you were on safari –”

  I looked to Valentine. “That was unfortunate. And it wasn’t my fault no matter what anyone says.”

  Valentine’s eyelids lowered a little, like a cat who was coasting to sleep.

  Seriously, this bitch was cool.

  “Finnie!” Claudia snapped and I looked back at my friend.

  “I get it sweetheart, you think I’m nuts.”

  “You are nuts if you…” she leaned forward again, her eyes darting with more than a little obvious distrust at Valentine before coming back to me, “think you’re going to a parallel universe.”

  “I can assure you,” Valentine put in smoothly, “she will.”

  I looked at Valentine. Her hair was a dark, shining auburn, real as far as I could tell. Her skin was alabaster. Her body was long and very thin. Her descent, she declared, was pure Creole, in other words, her people were there before our people were there (her people being the Europeans and when she explained this to us during our first meeting with her a couple of days ago, after, of course, corresponding with her for months to set up this gig, it was she who added the emphasis). She had a kickass place in the French Quarter. She had major class from her perfectly coiffed head to her killer Jimmy Choo clad toes. She reeked of money even more than me and I was loaded.

  And, incidentally, she was, I’d learned from a variety of reliable sources, an extremely powerful witch.

  “Okay,” Claudia stated, “say you do this. Say you send Finnie there –”

  “Her name, is Seoafin,” Valentine cut in haughtily, her green eyes sliding elegantly to me, “that is far more chic then…” her lips turned down and one nostril quivered delicately, “Finnie.”

  The nostril quiver, I thought, was a good touch.

  “Well I, and all her friends who know her and love her and don’t want to see her get gouged by someone like you, call her Finnie,” Claudia returned.

  Valentine forced her gaze to Claudia (and made it obvious she did so) and she said one word, the ice dripping from it underlining a meaning the word did not exactly have but could not be missed, “Indeed.” Then she looked back at me and her face warmed, slightly. “Sjofn is the Goddess of Love. And love,” her eyelids suddenly fluttered dreamily, “love,” she breathed then she focused on me with a strange intensity that made me, even me, squirm a little, “love is everything.”

  Okay, this bitch had style and class but she was whacked.

  “All righty,” I whispered.

  “Oh my God!” Claudia cried. “This is insane!”

  Valentine’s eyes sliced to Claudia and her gaze grew sharp. “It is far from insane. Magic is entirely natural it is not insane. And I will remind you of what I’ve told you repeatedly, this is not something I would normally do. It is because I like your friend, I admire her…” her green gaze travelled the length of Claudia seated in her chair, “outside her choice in acquaintances, that is, and she carries the name of a goddess, and that goddess is the goddess of love, that I’m doing it at all. She should feel honored.”

  “I do, totally,” I assured her and Valentine smiled benignly at me.

  “Yeah, she should feel honored,” Claudia cut in sarcastically. “What with Finnie giving you a million dollars, she should feel honored. Right”

  Valentine sniffed delicately and condescendingly as any uppity bitch would do when money was brought up.

  Claudia was a dog with a bone. “So, say you can actually pull off this nonsense. Where’s she going? What’s she going to do when she gets there? And are you sure you can bring her back?”

  “She is going to Lunwyn, a beautiful, snow-covered country at the very top of the Northlands. She is taking the place of the Seoafin who lives there who, by the way,” Valentine looked again at me, “actually spells it properly.” She turned again to Claudia. “She will assume the life of the other her. She will be there for the time we agreed, that is one year to this very day, this very hour, this very minute and then, in this very place,” she raised a pale, graceful hand and pointed a long, thin, lethally-rounded, blood red-tipped fingernail at the thick rug on the floor, “I will switch them back.”

  “Right,” Claudia whispered, clearly thinking Valentine was a loon.

  I grabbed Claudia’s hand and pulled it to me. “Honey, listen to me. Valentine’s been in touch with this, uh… other me. She’s on board and she wants this as much as me. I’ve written a twenty page report on my life and all she needs to know about it to show her the way and she’ll have you.” I squeezed her hand. “She’s going to write to me about what I need to know about her life. It’s all sorted. It’s all good. But if I do this, which I’m going to do, this has to happen very soon. The window is closing.”

  Claudia stared in my eyes and I saw fear in hers. “Okay, Finnie, I get this, I get it, I’ve gotten it for years. I get what you want from this. I get that your Dad, your Mom –”

  My lungs seized and my back went straight before I snapped, “Don’t.”

  She squeezed my hand and kept at me. “I wouldn’t but you’re giving me no choice. You’re giving this woman a million dollars for something…” she shook her head, “for whatever this is and you have no idea if it’s going to work, where she’ll send you if it does and what will happen once you get there.”

  I grinned. “That’s the adventure,” I pointed out the obvious.

  “This is why I like her,” V
alentine murmured decorously.

  Claudia’s eyes slid to the side, aiming a vicious “shut up” look at Valentine but they cleared when they came back to me. “Your Mom and Dad –”

  I tried to pull my hand from hers, snapping again, “Don’t.”

  She held tight, leaned far forward to get in my space and didn’t give up. “Your Mom and Dad, Finnie, they died because of this thirst for adventure, a thirst they taught you and a thirst you’ve never quenched, not once in all your wanderings and shenanigans. And I fear, honey, I fear you never will until you meet their same end.”

  I yanked my hand free and looked hard at her. “They died happy,” I stated.

  “Finnie, they died young,” Claudia said gently.

  “And happy,” I returned.

  She closed her eyes tight and then burst out, “God!” She opened her eyes and retorted, “You can’t know that.”

  “No, she can’t, but I can,” Valentine butted in at this point, Claudia’s face got hard and she and I both looked at her.

  Valentine was looking at me.

  “They did die happy, you are correct,” Valentine declared, my heart tightened and Claudia muttered, “Freaking great, now she communes with the dead.”

  Valentine continued, totally ignoring Claudia. “Though, you must know, happiness is a line and that line has degrees. There is bliss at one end and there is contentment at the other. They were not blissful as I would assume you think they were, being in love, being together and dying doing something they enjoyed, the sheer exultation of thrill and excitement coursing their veins, life as big as life can be rushing through their systems. They were happy but this happiness held weight. And that weight was you.”

  I pulled in a soft breath and heard Claudia do the same.

  “They were sad to leave you,” Valentine said quietly. “Very sad. And you should know with what we do this evening, there is no guarantee. You do take risks with this venture. I do not know a great deal about this world. I know it exists, I get communications from it but infrequently. That said, although interesting, I have little interest in it. These communications are a nuisance. There is much going on in my world, I cannot find the curiosity to learn about both. I am also not a seer. So I do not know what will befall you there. What you can expect. If you will be safe or in danger. I do know there is another you and she wants to be here for a year. And I would caution you to understand that her motives might not be the same as yours.”

  “This is true, Finnie,” Claudia whispered, grabbing my hand again, “think about that.”

  “But you can bring me back?” I asked Valentine and Claudia’s hand tightened in mine.

  “Yes, Seoafin, I can bring you back,” Valentine answered.

  “You can definitely bring me back,” I stated and she inclined her head regally. “So what do I care what the other me wants here?” I asked.

  “While here, ma cherie, she will be you,” Valentine replied with a fluid twist of her hand.

  “And I will be her when I’m there, honor system,” I returned.

  “There are as many ideas of what honor is as there are people, my goddess of love,” Valentine warned quietly.

  Hmm. That didn’t sound good.

  “I will, however, provide you with another service,” her eyes drifted to Claudia momentarily then back to me, “free of charge, because I like you. I will keep an eye on this Sjofn. And if I have concerns, I will get a message to you.”

  I smiled brightly. “That sounds cool to me.”

  Valentine’s lips tipped up about a half a centimeter at the ends.

  “Oh boy,” Claudia muttered but Valentine again ignored her and continued.

  “You understand what I have explained about this world? That it is parallel to ours. That most of the same people here are there –”

  I interrupted her, “Yes, I understand.”

  And I understood. I totally understood. That was why I was forking over a million dollars for this in the first place.

  She studied me then she said softly, “And you understand the people there who look like us, sound like us, are not…” her eyes narrowed slightly, “us.”

  I nodded. “I get it.”

  “Finnie –” Claudia whispered and I turned to her.

  “It’s going to be okay, Claudia,” I assured my friend.

  “Right.” Claudia, as usual, sounded far from assured.

  “It’s going to be,” I shook her hand, “all right.”

  Claudia studied me. I let her. Then I smiled, big and bright.

  Her gaze moved over my face, her eyes warmed as it did so, she shook her head and whispered, “Just for the record, I do. I totally think you’re nuts.”

  “I know,” I whispered back, still smiling.

  “But I love you, mostly because you are nuts,” she told me something else I knew and my smile got bigger.

  “This is, mes petites filles, touching however we had not much time when you arrived and our window of opportunity as to when Sjofn can make this switch is quickly closing,” Valentine warned.

  “That’s another thing I don’t get,” Claudia muttered.

  “Well, you will have to ask her when she’s here in five minutes,” Valentine returned coldly.

  Claudia glared at her. Valentine accepted her glare, completely unperturbed. Then Claudia gave up, looked at me and rolled her eyes.

  I smiled at the eye roll but I wanted to get on with it.

  I was ready for my next adventure.

  So I looked at Valentine and declared, “Valentine, I’m ready.”

  She looked at me.

  Then she smiled an actual smile.

  Then she whispered, “Lovely. Then shall we begin?”

  Chapter Two

  Winter Wonderland

  I didn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want to miss a thing.

  I kept them open while sitting in Valentine’s elegant chair in her elegant living room and I gave Claudia another reassuring smile, blew her a kiss and then I turned to Valentine.

  She was sitting across from me, eyes closed, face so relaxed she could be asleep but her lips were tipped up like she found something vaguely amusing. Her hands were lifted, palms up, red-tipped fingertips curled toward the ceiling and her hands started glowing with green – a beautiful, vibrant, emerald green.

  It was awesome.

  Then the entire room took on the shade of her green and slowly and I watched the room start to fade. Mere seconds went by while Valentine’s elegant salmon walls with their intricate white cornices and ceilings got greener, greener, then darker green, then all faded to black and suddenly ice blue sparks shot all around me and I was standing in a room looking out a window.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed as I stared at the wavy, frosted glass of the diamond-paned window, “it worked.”

  It worked!

  I smiled huge.

  Then I studied the window, saw the catch, lifted it out and threw the two windows outward to open them. A gust of arctic air shot back at me but that wasn’t what made me breathless.

  “Oh my God,” I breathed again as the scene before me assaulted my eyes with astonishing beauty.

  Amazing. Unbelievable. Absolutely, freaking cool.

  Whatever building I was in was on a small rise, I was on the second floor and laid out before me was a Winter Wonderland. A town or maybe small city sprawled throughout and nestled in what looked like a valley if the not too far away, not too close shoots of snow-topped mountains that interrupted the twinkling midnight blue of the night sky were anything to go by.

  My head moving side to side, I took it all in.

  Most of the buildings that I could see close were one story, topped with a marshmallow blanket of pristine white snow; all the many chimneys had smoke drifting straight into the air. Wavy, diamond-paned windows cast a flickering glow of candlelight on the snow-covered ground. There were icicles hanging from the roofs glinting in the candle and torchlight. The houses were made of something dark perha
ps wood at the bottom that went up to the lower edge of the windows and then some light-colored material with criss-crosses of dark beams through them. The buildings seemed planted in the snow; there was so much of it, some of it even blown in drifts up the sides.

  Taking it in, I saw there was clearly no city planning. The buildings looked built wherever, dotted here and there. There were winding pathways through them, clearly well used if the tramped snow was anything to go by. Some were narrow, some were wider. All were lit at their sides by torches stuck in the ground, their fire caged with iron, the small blaze dancing around the cage. A light snow was falling and I had no idea how they stayed lit, but they did. There were also massive barrels scattered here and there, far fewer than the torches, that also held roaring fires. These too lit the space and around a few, there were people standing, holding their hands out to the flames and chatting.

  But there weren’t that many people, two around one fire, three around another in the distance.

  Suddenly, I saw a horse gallop through and I couldn’t stop myself from letting out a delighted giggle as the rider’s cloak streamed behind him, his head topped with a furry hat.

  “That is so cool,” I whispered as he took a turn on a winding path well down the incline of the town or city like place and disappeared around a building.

  “The switch, it succeeded?” I heard a woman ask and I jumped in surprise and turned.

  Standing beside me I saw a woman with gray hair pulled back behind her head. She was wearing a voluminous wool cloak the color of cranberries and it had a collar made of black fur.

  Her eyebrows were up. Her face was lined in a way that made her look interesting and was a testimony to the fact she’d laughed much in her long life. Her somewhat faded blue eyes were alert and she was examining me.

  “It worked,” I whispered then jumped again when a loud banging came from across the room and I turned my body that direction to see it was someone knocking on a door.

 
No Previous Page Next Page
Should you have any enquiry, please contact us via [email protected]