Journey through Time… with Dawn Marie Hamilton

I’ve always been intrigued by the concept of time travel, as has countless authors and scriptwriters. Whether to the past, to the future, or both, movies and literature fuel the imagination. The devices enabling our movement through time varying with the different psyches of their creators. Many are sci-fi. Many pure fantasy. All stretch the borders of reality.

From H.G. Wells’ time machine to the 3D fax machine in Timeline.

From the TARDIS (appearing as a blue British police box) of Doctor Who to the time traveling DeLorean from Back to the Future.

Some of my personal favorites are the standing stones in Diana Gabaldon’s Outlander, the use of self-hypnosis and a pocket watch in Somewhere in Time, and ‘the gate’ in in the movie Millennium.

Just Beyond the Garden GateI’ve been so fascinated by the idea of time travel, especially to the past, I’ve included the element in all of my romance novels. In the Highland Gardens time travel romance series a faerie-enchanted garden gate propels the characters to the past of the early 16th century.

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Excerpt from Just Beyond the Garden Gate…

Unease skittered along Laurie’s spine as she walked with Caitrina to the back gate. She frowned when she smelled the now familiar exotic fragrance on her friend. “What the hell?”

A tinkling sound confirmed her fear.

The gate swung open.

He stood just beyond the garden gate. Her pulse jackrabbited. Pulling away from Caitrina, she stepped back in panic.

Caitrina pressed a hand against Laurie’s back and shoved her forward. Terror forced the air from Laurie’s lungs as she tripped through the gate opening.

Nothing held her back, no barrier. She fell forward…over a precipice into a swirling fog, down…down…down through a dark tunnel. The walls spun. She plunged faster and faster. In the distance, she couldn’t tell how far, a blinding, bright light—just a white glow in a tunnel of blackness—showed. What was there? Death?Just Once in a Verra Blue Moon

Oh God, what was happ—

All at once, she was sucked into the white brilliance. She choked on the scream in her throat, cringing against the intense whining assaulting her ears.

She spun, or everything around her was spinning, she wasn’t sure which. Her sensitized skin tingled as if zapped by an electric charge. Laurie squeezed her eyes shut against the brightness. With her eyes closed, she felt lost, more frightened. She opened them just as the light exploded into a million fragments of brilliant color, a dazzling kaleidoscope. Then she was falling again.

Down…down…down, faster and faster. Water flowed below her, a stream. She plummeted toward it. Bracing herself, she thought she’d crash into the rushing water, only to propel across it. She hit the ground hard and saw nothing more.

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In the Crimson Storm paranormal romance series a wormhole created by the energy of the Bermuda Triangle propels the hero and heroine to Jamaica 1715 where they must stop a Voodoo priestess from performing a curse.

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Excerpt from SSea Pantherea Panther…

“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.

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What are some of your favorite time travel devices from films and books? What would be your preferred mode of time travel? Would you rather travel to the past or to the future or to another dimension? We’d love for you to share your thoughts with us.

~Dawn Marie

Me and My Imagination by Dawn Marie Hamilton

Sea Panther e-cover 200 by 300How did my imagination get me here? I suppose that’s a good question for my first post at Supernatural Superlatives. But first, a big thank you to Caryn for creating this super, new blog. Isn’t the background pretty?

Hello. Thanks for visiting. I’m Dawn Marie and I write Scottish inspired fantasy and paranormal romance.

As a small child, before an age to attend school, I had an imaginary playmate. His name was Michael. Yeah, a guy, go figure.

Michael was everything to me. All I talked about. After much nagging, mom set a place for him each night at the dinner table. No one dared sit in his chair. Since I didn’t have a play phone, and wasn’t allowed to use the real phone, I called him on the pull chains of the fireplace screen. A bulb ornament hung on the end of each chain. I held one to my mouth and the other to my ear and chatted with Michael for hours. When we went on car trips, I’d point out his house(s). When a private plane flew overhead, it was Michael’s plane.

Worried, my parents spoke to the pediatrician. His response: Dawn Marie has a vivid imagination.

One of these days, I’ll write a story with Michael as the hero.

During grade school, I had three passions. 1. Reading. 2. Telling stories. Okay, maybe some people might have called them fibs—lie was not a word allowed in our house, so my siblings got in trouble if they called me a liar. 3. Being a ballerina.

I planned to grow up and be a ballerina who read tons of books and told fantastical stories.

During high school, I wrote several short stories. My English teacher suggested majoring in English in college. My aptitude scores were higher in math. I buckled under parental pressure and majored in computer science instead. Blah.

I hated it. I quit, got a job, and guess what? Because of all the computer classes I’d taken, the job I landed was as a sales statistician working with…you guessed it. Computers. I went back to school at night and earned a degree in Business Administration. I worked in finance then became a computer programmer, and then a systems analyst. Are you seeing a non-imaginative pattern? I became a computer trainer. Then a corporate trainer.

Just Beyond the Garden GateWith the corporate career, I traveled all over the United States, to Asia, and to Europe. While waiting for delayed flights, I made up stories about other passengers. Especially about couples who seemed oddly suited. During an assignment in Brussels, while traversing the city in a taxi, I saw a large billboard advertising whisky. The brawny Highlander with bare chest, kilt and claymore reminded me of the Scottish historical romance novels I read on all the boring, long flights.

I wanted to write about sexy Scottish men in kilts. I wanted to write about faeries. I wanted to write about vampires and shape shifters. I wanted to write about romance and happily ever afters. Years passed. I fell in love. Got married. Left my career. Started writing.

The first two books in the Highland Gardens Scottish Historical Time Travel series rife with meddling faeries released last year—Just Beyond the Garden Gate and Just Once in a Verra Blue Moon. If all goes well, Just Wait for Me, the third novel, will release late fall. Fingers crossed.

After seeing the movie Pirates of the Caribbean and reading the book The Republic of Pirates by Colin Woodard, my imagination produced a story idea with a hero who was a Scottish Jacobite turned vampire by a Voodoo curse. Then while in South Florida on vacation, a panther-crossing sign on the side of the road inspired the hero to morph into a vampire shifter. Sea Panther, the first book in the Crimson Storm paranormal romance series, was a 2013 RWA® Golden Heart® finalist and released in March. And I’m pleased to report it is a Night Owl Reviews top pick.

I’m currently working on the second book, Raven’s Revenge.

Grasp the fantasy. Embrace the romance. Dare to dream!

So, what has your imagination inspired?

~Dawn Marie