Monday Sampler: A Love Beyond Time


In our mission to connect readers, writers, and books, Caleb and Linda Pirtle is showcasing some of the best authors in the marketplace today. Monday’s Sampler features an excerpt from Love Beyond Time, a haunting paranormal romance by Dante Caddock.

As one reviewer said: A Love Beyond Time is a sweet, warm, loving story. Don’t hesitate to present as a gift to a young person. The reader will be immediately captivated with the discovery of a locket amidst the wreckage of an old ship. A modern-day girl, struggling with dreams she can’t understand, begins to find solutions through this magical locket.

The Story

True Love Makes Anything Possible.

It is the most powerful of all emotions; through its power even time can be transcended.

Ashley Brannock has always thought she was just an ordinary woman, like so many others. She has a loving boyfriend. A great job. She has everything she could have ever wanted. But she has always felt that something was missing. She’s never quite been able to pin down what it is. All she knows is that it’s been there her whole life.

Then the dream begins, throwing her life into total chaos. She must now find the answers to the dream. Why her? What is it showing her? The answers will open a whole new view of the world to her. This new view will reveal to her that love can go beyond time.

When two people fall in love they create a magic that is all their own. This magic has incredible power.

The Sampler

4459549She floats above the seabed, the white sand glittering in the sun. The rays filtering through the crystal-clear water shine down upon her, her ankles locked around one of the many cross members of a metal grid secured to the seabed at the edge of the site. She steadies herself against the tug of the slight current, her thoughts focused on the half-buried black lump lying before her. What secret do you hold? What can you tell us of your past?

The dive light hanging from the side of her mask illuminates the jagged surface she is using the point of her trowel to shift the sand away from, uncovering it little by little. Out of the corner of her eye, she catches a glint off something just beneath the surface of the sand, as if the sun’s rays are reflecting off some concealed object. Why have I not seen this before?

Dispelling the thought, she depresses the button on the side of her regulator. “Hey Davy, do you see that?”

“See what, Laurelie?”

She reaches out with her gloved hand, pointing at the flicker emanating from beneath the sand. Abruptly the sparkling light vanishes. “Sorry girl, I don’t see anything.”

“I lost it too,” she says. “I don’t understand. It was there just a moment ago.”

“What did you see?”

“A light. I think something is buried there. I only saw it for a second so I can’t be sure.”

Davy stares at her from across the square, his light glaring in her eyes. “Maybe it’s time for you to take a break,” he suggests.

“I’m fine. We still have twenty minutes left on this dive. I want to get this,” she says, her free hand indicating the large concretion, “before we go up.”

“Ok. You’re the boss.”

He turns away from her, returning to his work, the glimmer catching her eye again. “Don’t move. I see it again. It’s reflecting off your dive light.”

“No wonder I couldn’t see it,” says Davy, now seeing the sparkle in the sand.

She kicks lightly off the grid, moving hand over hand along the spar, reaching a spot near the source, and hooking her feet into another section of the grid. She begins to shift the sand aside with her trowel and hand brush.

Another voice speaks through the earpiece in her mask. “What’ve you got, Laurelie?”

“Don’t know yet, Alvin, but I’ll find out here in a minute.”

“Go slow. We don’t want to disturb too much before we document it.”

“You know me, meticulous as always.” The brush shifts aside the final bits of sand, revealing a finely- worked chain. “This ain’t right,” she says, finally verbalizing the thought she had since first catching sight of it.

Davy says, “What’s wrong?”

“It’s some kind of finely-worked silver chain, but shows no sign of corrosion. I’ve never seen anything like it. It should show some kind of deterioration if it’s part of this wreck.”

Alvin says, “You think it might be some kind of contamination of the site?”

“It very well could be. The sand shifts a lot around here during the storm season. How else did this wreck remain hidden for so long?”

“Uncover the rest of it and document as usual. We’ll determine its providence once we get it up here.”

“Will do,” she says. Little by little she uncovers the chain, making a startling discovery. “It’s some kind of necklace. There’s an oval medallion at its end. Cameron, I need your services over here.”

A gruff voice grates in her ears, saying, “I’ll be there in a moment, I just have to finish over here. Tina’s got me photographing some more timbers they uncovered.”

His ever-constant boredom and disgust rings through her ears, making her wonder yet again, why he ever chose to study archeology in the first place. “That’s fine. I need to document this find anyway.”

She pushes off of one of the cross members, settling herself a few feet above it, her legs still interlocked on the frame anchoring her in place, much like a sea horse with its tail wrapped around metal seaweed. She unhooks her dive board from the belt at her waist, pulls out her grease pen, jots down notations on the necklace, and assigns it the next catalog number 001256. She removes the tag from the ring hanging on the clipboard and places it next to the

necklace, making sure the string is not lying atop the necklace.

“Well, if you want this photographed then you’d better get out of the way.”

“Sorry, Cameron, I didn’t notice you.” She shifts her feet, rotating around, and coming face-to-face with the lens of a camera floating less than a foot away, causing her dive light to reflect back at her, blinding her momentarily.

“That’s no surprise, nobody notices me unless they need me. What do you want photographed? Not another lump of concretion. Don’t we have enough of those already?”

“No, but that’s not why I called you over here and you should know by now that the more evidence we find the better our results are.”

“I know I know. You don’t have to be so touchy about it.” She knows there’s a grimace on his face even though it’s hidden behind the respirator unit of his mask. “So, what do you want me to take pics of?”

“That would be this,” she says, shifting sideways on the bar, revealing the necklace lying half-buried in the sand.

“Ok. This is new,” says Cameron. Laurelie is amazed to hear true surprise and intrigue finally break through his usual bored malaise.

“That’s what I thought. Let me get out of your way so you can get to work.” She kicks off the grid, somersaulting through the water, and landing lightly on the far side of the grid, giving him the best light available.

Cameron swims down to the grid and hooks himself into it, letting the camera float a foot above the frame while he places a scale card next to the necklace, and then grabs a hold of the handles sticking out of the sides of the camera to position it. After snapping a shot, he says, “I’ve never seen anything like this before. The camera is picking up some kind of halo around it.”

Davy says, “Could it be a reflection off the surface—or from your flash?”

“I don’t think so. I adjusted the flash to keep that to a minimum. The halo’s present in all of the pics I’ve taken of it.”

Laurelie says, “Maybe you should take one without the flash just in case.”

His head snaps up from the camera. “Hey, I’m the photographer here!”

She jumps from his sudden outburst, nearly losing her grip on the bar.

“And besides I already did; same result.”

“Ok, ok, calm down, Cameron, we’ll just have to settle for what you’ve got. Davy, get me a box and we’ll retrieve this thing.”

“Right away, boss.”

“And stop calling me boss.” She watches him as he slides his feet into the swim fins quickly donning them like they are a second skin, showing her once again how adept a diver he is. Too bad I’ll never have his diving skills.

He says, “No can do. You’re the boss this dive.” He swims away with a trail of bubbles in his wake, leaving her shaking her head.


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