It’s May!

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It’s May!

by Caryn Moya Block

I don’t know about you, but May is my favorite month. I start the month off singing “Tra la” and finish the month with a stronger focus on what the future holds. This year is no different as I prepare to move to Pennsylvania.

Unlike many of my previous moves, this one is going to start slow with me traveling back and forth from Virginia to Pennsylvania. Writing has taken a back seat while I concentrate on what gets to move and what gets to be recycled. Spring cleaning at its finest.

So, I ask that you have patience with me as you wait for the next book. I’m sure to have something out for Christmas and hope to finish “Aqua Magic” before the summer ends.

Wish me luck that the move goes smoothly. The quicker I get settled, the quicker I can get back into my paranormal world.

I hope May brings many wonderful experiences to you and yours,

Caryn

Aqua-Magic

Aqua Magic

Book Four of the Witch Guardian Romance Series

 Brenna Ross is trapped in her own mind. Possessed by a Marwolaeth, that is slowly killing her, it used her to murder those she loves. As hard as she struggles to regain control of her body, she can’t break free. Still she will fight, desperately trying to tell her sister she’s sorry.

Marcus Ondine knew the minute the little witch and her older sister walked into his pub, The Blue Dolphin, that she was “the one” — what the magical folk call his “Destined One.” Now he’s returned to Earth to find her possessed by the Marwolaeth. Only by taking her to his home world of Aquarius can he save her from death, but what will happen when she wakes and finds herself in an underwater world?

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When Fires Burn for Beltane

On the eve of Beltane, what we now consider May Day, the Celts built large fires.

These fires were fed with the nine sacred woods to honor the coming of summer, such as the branches of rowan, apple, dogwood, poplar, juniper, cedar, pine, holly and oak. Some use alder, ash, birch, hazel, and willow. 

Animals were then herded between the two blazing bonfires in order to purify and protect them in the upcoming year. It is also said that these fires celebrated the return of life and fruitfulness to the earth after the long winter months, especially in the Highlands of old Scotland.

Besides leading their cows and sheep between huge bonfires to bless them with fertility, the annual celebration included joyous dancing, beverage-downing, traipsing across the countryside, a sensuous ballet around the Maypole by young maidens, and leaping over fires by young warriors. It was customary for young lovers to spend the night in the forest. 

Hmmm…how many new bairns were born each winter following this annual May Day celebration? Have a lovely Beltane, and check out my latest release.

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April Fools!

A joke is a joke but today is my turn to post and I thought I would pull a joke on you….

Feast your eyes on these fellas and think about what it is about them that stirs me to write books filled with kilted hunks! (And one of them is my son! No fooling!)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


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Read an E-Book Week

12801173_1210963422254989_6245768049487553520_n.jpgRead an E-Book Week is now live on Smashwords.com! Check out the many Free and Discounted books available, including “Destined Magic,” “My Magic Mate,” and “Shadow of My Heart.”

It’s only one week, so hurry, hurry, hurry, before the offer is over. The three books available by Caryn Moya Block during the promotion will be FREE.

National Peanut Butter Day and Recipe

peanutbutterkiss-flippedMarch is full of holidays, and the popular ones include St. Patrick’s Day, the Ides of March, and so on. Well, I found a delicious one. March 1st is a sticky day.

National Peanut Butter Lover’s Day salutes America’s favorite sandwich spread. What kid didn’t grow up loving a PB&J sandwich?

Me.

Personally, I always ate my peanut butter sandwiches NAKED.

On this sticky holiday, I will share with you a simple, yummy recipe.

Peanut Butter Kiss Cookies

Ingredients-

1-8 oz. bag of @Kiss chocolate candies, unwrapped

1/2 cup shortening ( I use Crisco)

3/4 cup creamy peanut butter

1/3 cup granulated sugar

1/3 cup packed light-brown sugar

1/2 teaspoon salt

1 egg

2 Tablespoons milk

1 teaspoons vanilla

1  1/2 cups all-purpose floursmolder_lg

1 teaspoon baking soda

Directions: Preheat oven to 375* F. Beat shortening and peanut butter in a large (mixer) bowl until well blended. Add sugars and beat until light & fluffy. Add egg, milk, vanilla and beat well. In another bowl, mix flour, baking soda, and salt. Gradually add to the peanut butter mixture. Shape dough into 1 inch balls and place on un-greased cookie sheet (I place on parchment paper for easy removal.) Bake 8-10 minutes, or until lightly browned. Immediately press a chocolate kiss candy into the center of each cookie. Remove from pan and cool completely. Makes about thirty-six cookies.

Enjoy with a big glass of milk and a book…

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Do witches have a bad name?

tarot-cards-magic-fortune-telling-gypsy-esotericDo witches have a bad name in romance?

I’m just wondering because while we had a vampire craze and a werewolf craze, which merged into a shifter craze, we haven’t really had a witch craze.

If you think about how paranormal romance became so big in pop culture, it was through Harry Potter, a witch, so it’s odd that we haven’t had a huge craze of romances featuring witches. Now, that’s not to say that there aren’t some fantastic romances about witches, we absolutely have. But none have inspired other writers to jump on the bandwagon and write more witch stories.

Is it because the category is so broad? Witches are, after all, simply people with the ability to wield magic. That could be mean anything.

They could be hocus-pocus witches who need a magic tool (like a wand) to create the magic. They could simmering witches who need magical ingredients (snail’s toenails and eye of newt) to create potions that do magical things. They could be innately magical where they just need to think or will something to have and *poof* it happens. Or they could be elemental magic, which is quite popular—although it too has not seen a craze like the vampires and shifters—but it’s a really fun area to explore, tapping into the Earth’s natural energies to control magic.

So, is that the problem? There’s just too much choice? Too many variants?

Personally, I love witches. I find the possibilities a wonderful opportunity to create something new and different. And, as you might have guessed, I really love bringing in an elemental aspect. The Earth itself is so powerful and full of wonder that it’s not a huge leap to think about harnessing that power into something magical.

As I’m working right now on the fourth book of my magical series, I wish that I had more books to read that featured witches. Naturally, with too few books in the sub-genre that I like, I feel compelled to write them myself. But if you know of any good books that feature witches, I’d appreciate it if you could share them below.

 

Book Sale and other News from Dawn Marie Hamilton

Happy Valentine’s Week! Tuesday may have been the day, but many romantics celebrate the entire week, some the whole month. One of the ways I’m celebrating is with a book sale. The e-book version of Just Beyond the Garden Gate, the first novel in the Highland Gardens series, is on sale at Amazon, B&N, Apple, and Kobo for a mere 99 pennies for a limited time. If you haven’t read the series yet, now would be a great time to start.

 

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Other News:

I will be presenting and signing at the St. Mary’s County Library’s Author Fair in Lexington Park MD on April 1st from 10:00 to 2:00. There will be presentations from other local authors, a writing workshop, and an information session on self-publishing. If you are in the Southern Maryland area, stop by and say hello.

On most Wednesdays, I share excerpts from my books at my author blog, Dawn Marie Hamilton Writes. Hop over there on occasion for a short read.

I’m excited and honored to share that Just Wait For Me, the third novel in the Highland Gardens series, is a finalist in the 2017 Scéal Award Contest at Books & Benches for Otherworldly Romance (paranormal, fantasy, and time travel). Winners will be announced in late March. Wish me luck!

 

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Just Wait For Me

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~Dawn Marie

Groundhogs VS Dragons?

What would happen if a Scottish dragon met an

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They’d probably be the best of friends.

Groundhogs hibernate in underground burrows. The most famous groundhog, Punxsutawney Phil is brought out into the sunlight on Gobbler’s Knob in Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania on the 2nd of February to see his shadow. If he does see it, it would mean six more weeks of winter. 

skye-beach-192975_960_720Dragons loves dark, moist caves, and the ones in my series, Clan of Dragons, prefer caves found at the base of the Black Cuillin Hills, on the Scottish island of Skye.  

 

Whether you wish for winter to continue, or look forward to spring, have a very Happy Groundhog Day!

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Portals to Other Times and Realms with an Excerpt from Sea Panther by Dawn Marie Hamilton

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‘Tis said a picture tells a story. In this picture, I see a portal to a fantasy realm. Perhaps a tale for a future book.

Portals in books can take a reader to a parallel universe, another time, or another realm.

In The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe by C. S. Lewis, the wardrobe is a portal to another realm. With the Outlander series, Diana Gabaldon uses the standing stones as a portal to the past. In my Highland Gardens series, the characters travel through an enchanted garden gate and a faerie mound to Scotland past. In Sea Panther, a wormhole in the Bermuda Triangle whisks the characters to Jamaica past.

What are some other memorable portals from books and movies?

 

An Excerpt from Sea Panther by Dawn Marie Hamilton

 

Without warning, the breeze quit. Completely stilled. Kimberly jumped into action, tending the sail while Robert engaged the engine. He shot her a strange unnerving glance as he shrugged into a black linen shirt.

She swallowed apprehensively and moved to stand beside him. “What is it?”

“The compass is going haywire. Spinning wildly.” His tone of voice revealed growing excitement.

Kimberly chewed on the edge of her lip, taut with anticipation. They’d been waiting for something to happen, though she hadn’t really believed the stories. The contents of her stomach shimmied. Was she ready to confront the unknown?

A cool mist advanced, quickly developing into dense fog, which expanded into an enormous semicircle not five hundred yards off deck.

“The RPM’s are dropping,” Robert reported.

The boat slowed to a near idle. Kimberly’s stomach lurched. She glanced at her watch. The second hand had stopped moving. She tapped on the crystal. Nothing.

She reached for Robert’s hand. “It’ll be okay,” she said, lacking true confidence.

Robert squeezed her fingers. “That’s my brave lass.”

The eerie fog swirled, encircling the sailboat yet kept a distance of about three hundred yards. Kimberly glimpsed the clear sky in the center—bright blue with no clouds. It was as if they were caught in the eye of a mellow storm.

Without warning, a large mass burst through the edge of the milky fog to hover about thirty feet above the surface of the water off their port side, throwing a huge shadow. The air smelled different. Like after a thunderstorm.

“What the hell is that?” Kimberly whispered.

“I dinnae ken.” Robert wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her tight to his side.

The elliptical shaped thing began to vibrate. She held her breath. A soft whirring broke the unnatural quiet. Lights on the bottom of the object flashed, alternating between red, green, blue, and white.

Off the sailboat’s bow, a hole opened in the fog, exposing a tunnel of sorts with swirling mist walls. Before Kimberly could blink, the floating object entered the opening and vanished. Just as quick, the tunnel entrance closed.

“Wow. Was that real?” Kimberly asked.

“I am not certain, but I read an eyewitness report within Patrice’s notes describing a similar sighting.”

“Do you think it was a UFO?”

“I hope not. If it was, then this isn’t a time portal.” Robert gave her arm a squeeze.

“It could still be. If the portal could take us back in time, why couldn’t it also bring someone, or in this case, an object from the future to our time?”

 

“Get rid of anything from the present time.”

As she checked her pockets to ensure she hadn’t accidentally picked up something that didn’t belong in the past, the amount of blue sky overhead shrank to nothing more than a small circle over the cockpit. Then the milky haze overtook even that tiny bright spot.

A fine mist moistened her face, and she tasted salt on her lips. The fog rolled across the deck, thickening and becoming darker and heavier as strands of vapor swirled around equipment and through openings. Visibility declined to mere inches.

Kimberly felt as if chilly fingers reached for her from within the ominous fog. She grabbed Robert’s hand. “Please don’t let go of me. I’m frightened.”

“I will keep you safe.” He wrapped muscular arms around her and pulled her back against his broad chest. “Remember to talk in the lad’s voice you practiced and if we get separated, tell anyone who finds you that you are my nephew, Ian, my cabin lad.”

“Okay.”

Abruptly, she heard whispering within the fog.

“Ahoy there. Is anyone aboard?” The disembodied voice made her shiver.

Kimberly pressed tighter against Robert and the heat of his body. “Did you hear that?”

“Aye,” he said, voice muffled against her damp hair.

Within the fog, someone whistled a jig-like tune. The haze dissipated slightly. Three men dressed in old-fashion aviator gear stood off the bow of the sailboat as if they walked on water. One saluted, and then they all vanished into the vaporous mist.

“Oh. My. God.” Gooseflesh prickled the length of Kimberly’s arms. She leaned into Robert’s strength. “You did see that, didn’t you? I read about flight crews being lost in the forties.”

“I saw.” He gave a gentle squeeze. “I am certain we will see more unusual sights before our adventure is complete. Are you still willing?”

Kimberly took a deep, settling breath. She wasn’t letting him go alone. “Yeah.”

“Good lass.” He brought her down with him, and they settled on a cockpit bench.

The temperature dropped. Her blouse became soaked from the moist air and the cold seeped into her bones. Her teeth started to chatter.

“You’re freezing.” Robert opened the storage lazarette beside them, drew out an oiled canvas jacket, and helped her into the sleeves. When she was snug within the fabric, they resumed position with Robert hugging her from behind.

“Have I told you recently how much I respect you?” Love glowed in Robert’s tone. “How brave I think you are?”

“Thanks for the reminder.”

He kissed the top of her head, brushing lips across her hair. His arms wrapped her within comforting warmth. She sighed with contentment and burrowed closer.

Secure within Robert’s arms, Kimberly dozed until he stiffened. She flipped her eyes open. Not five feet off the starboard side of Night Thrill floated an intricately carved, wooden sailing vessel. The entire ship lay swathed in long strands of clinging seaweed, even the three rows of unmanned oars.

“What is that?”

“A Corinthian trireme…I think.” The boat rammed the side of Night Thrill, tossing them onto the deck. Robert clambered up only to lose balance as the two boats bumped again. He finally got his feet under him and stood. “Dinnae move.”

“Don’t leave me. I—”

The fog twirled, spinning fast, picking water up from the sea, tossing Night Thrill on its side. Long tendrils of kelp wrapped around Kimberly and tugged her away from Robert as seawater rushed across the deck. She reached for his hand, but their fingers slid apart as they both toppled overboard. A strong force dragged at her body, pulling her downward through a spiraling tunnel comprised of the oppressive haze.

She choked on the scream of terror caught in her throat as the world spun.

 

 

Time is almost running out. For only a short time longer, Sea Panther is part of a four author collection…

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~Dawn Marie

Happy Hogmanay and a Very Happy New Year!

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Ringing in the New Year in Scotland

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Lasses at a North Carolina Highland Games

The last day of December is celebrated around the world. The Celtic community refers to it as ‘Hogmanay’, so I thought I would share a little Celtic love in pictures.

The authors here at Supernatural-Superlatives want to wish you and yours a happy, healthy, and brighter 2017.

Even athletes wear kilts!

Even athletes wear kilts!

Me at the NH Highland Games...and a friend

Me at the NH Highland Games…and a friend

 

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A Pipe Band struts their stuff

Please consider reading our latest books. Thanks!

Highland Games Through Time by Nancy Lee Badger

Lycan’s Mate by Caryn Moya Block

Just Wait for Me by Dawn Marie Hamilton

Plundered Chronicles by Meredith Bond