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  About More Time Kissed Moments

  Praise for the Kiss Across Time series

  More Time Kissed Moments Title Page

  Time And An Iberian

  More Time Kissed Moments [1]

  Time and the Northman

  More Time Kissed Moments [2]

  How to Survive Time Travel [i]

  More Time Kissed Moments [3]

  Time and a Donor

  More Time Kissed Moments [4]

  Time And Ten Million Dollars

  More Time Kissed Moments [5]

  How to Survive Time Travel [ii]

  Time And A Wiggle Dress

  More Time Kissed Moments [6]

  How to Survive Time Travel [iii]

  More Time Kissed Moments [7]

  Time And A Marine

  More Time Kissed Moments [8]

  How to Survive Time Travel [iv]

  More Time Kissed Moments [9]

  Time and The Celt

  More Time Kissed Moments [10]

  Time and the Detective

  More Time Kissed Moments [11]

  Time and Rafael

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  About More Time Kissed Moments

  Where is Rafael?

  Rafael is missing, with not a trace of him to be found, not even on the Timescape.

  In a volume of interconnected short stories, snippets and conversations, Veris’ extended family of vampires and time jumpers comes together in unexpected ways, united by their need to find Rafael and get him back.

  Reader Advisory: This time travel ménage romance collection features at least two super-hot alpha vampire heroes, multiple sex scenes, including anal sex and MM sexual play. Do not read this book if frank sexual language and sex scenes offend you. The time-space continuum was restored to order at the end of this book. Promise.

  This book is part of the Kiss Across Time paranormal time travel series:

  1.0: Kiss Across Time

  2.0: Kiss Across Swords

  2.5: Time Kissed Moments*

  3.0: Kiss Across Chains

  4.0: Kiss Across Deserts

  5.0: Kiss Across Kingdoms

  5.1: Time And Tyra Again*

  6.0: Kiss Across Seas

  7.0: Kiss Across Worlds

  7.1: Time And Remembrance*

  8.0: Kiss Across Tomorrow

  8.1: More Time Kissed Moments*

  The characters and events in this series are interconnected from book to book. Reading the books in order is strongly encouraged.

  [*Short stories and novellas featuring the characters and situations featured in the Kiss Across Time series].

  A Vampire Time Travel Romance Collection

  Praise for the Kiss Across Time series

  OH MY ! What an engrossing read. I really loved the way time travel was woven into the story. Tracy's descriptions are so vivid YOU ARE THERE.

  The tales were short but so satisfying, it was wonderful to catch up with some old friends from previous books, to see what happened to them or how their histories intertwined with Veris and Brody.

  This reminds me of watching “out-takes” after an animated movie. You know they were written special, but they add a lot of depth to the characters and provide some back story. If you enjoy history you will especially enjoy these glimpses into the past (or was that the future?).

  I am an unabashed Tracy Cooper-Posey fan but this has to be my favorite series.

  Have you ever viewed the world through a kaleidoscope? Beautiful images connected together at multiple locations.

  These little snippets of stories are fantastic, every time you get to see how much love the vampires feel for each other, and how that love transcends time, they can go off and have adventures but they know that they will always come back, drawn together by love and some pretty fantastic sex as well!

  I admire how the author made me feel like I was reading a book with one storyline when she writes about different events and basically strings together a series of short stories into one. Very well done. It was also nice to get some more in depth information about the characters.

  Tracy weaves these colorful little shorts into a tapestry that gives insight into the past lives of Veris and Brody. They sends my imagination flying!

  Time And An Iberian

  Granada, Spain. Today.

  They had been walking steadily for more than an hour beneath dappled late afternoon sunlight when Alex saw one.

  He froze, his hiking boot thrust forward and up against the steep slope, his gaze riveted upon the ancient cypress ten meters away. For the first time since they had parked the car in the parking lot at the edge of the Sierra Nevada National Park and been forced to stop arguing because of tourists, Alex’s heart leapt and beat by itself.

  Rafe turned back on the narrow track and pushed the end of his hiking staff against a knotty root which ran across the sandy, worn path. He did it as if he was tired and propping himself up, as humans do. “What now?” His voice was low and impatient.

  “It’s right there.” Alex’s voice emerged as low as Rafe’s, for different reasons. “Can’t you see it?” He fought to keep his tone even, despite his pounding heart being jammed in his throat and stealing all his wind.

  Rafe turned to peer along the trail once more. “See what?” He scanned the area. “Wait…are you talking about the squirrel?”

  Alex stared at the red creature standing on a branch of the cypress, one tiny paw gripping the bark of the main trunk. It examined him with beady eyes, and held motionless. Alex swallowed, as an invisible band tightened around his chest and squeezed.

  Rafe looked from the cypress to Alex and back. His shoulders shifted. His laugh emerged, soft and short, as if he was trying to control it and failing. “You’re afraid of squirrels?” His voice was strained with both mirth and excess control. “You?”

  Alex’s heart pounded, beyond his control. The heat of his skin told Alex he was stressing his symbiot to the point of shutting down and letting human responses take over…such as sweating.

  “You don’t understand,” he told Rafe, as the freakish-looking animal shifted on the branch, its snout wrinkling with demonic joy. “It is…red.”

  “And furry and cute and harmless. You’ve seen thousands of squirrels in California and they didn’t freak you out.” Rafe moved slowly toward the tree, to avoid startling the thing. “Tame bugger,” he added, when the squirrel shifted its gaze to Rafe, yet still didn’t leap up the tree at lightning speed to escape.

  “They’re different here.” Alex forced the words past the constriction in his throat.

  “They’re red,” Rafe said in agreement. He halted three meters away from the cypress and lifted his hand toward the thing.

  “God abov
e, don’t touch it!” Alex pleaded.

  Rafe glanced at him. Merriment shone in his brown eyes. He held his mouth in a mild curve, trying to not laugh. He stretched out toward the branch with his fingers.

  Alex made himself breathe. “Rafe…” He couldn’t prevent the pleading tone from emerging.

  “Hey, buddy,” Rafe murmured to the small demon.

  The squirrel got up on its hind legs, showing ferociously red belly fur. It tilted its head toward Rafe.

  “Look at it,” Alex said. “Those pointed ears. They’re…evil. And that tail!”

  “The furry, bushy tail with the curl in the end?” Rafe asked. “Oh, it’s absolutely the most wicked thing I’ve seen all year.”

  “It looks as though it is laughing at us,” Alex whispered.

  “It probably is,” Rafe replied. “At you, in particular. It’s a squirrel, for heaven’s sake. You’re one of the race of ultimate hunters. It’s more afraid of you than you are of it. You can move faster than the damn thing, even in the dark. Step around it and let’s keep moving, or we won’t make the peak before sunset.”

  the bright,

  Alex tore his gaze away from the squirrel and made himself study the worn, smooth trail, instead. His heart worked even harder, now he couldn’t track the thing with his gaze.

  Just a dozen steps. That was all. Then he would be beyond the tree and could move on. Just take the first step. One step.

  His right foot was already planted ahead on the trail. He simply had to transfer his weight to take the step.

  Rafe’s amusement faded. “You’re not fucking around with me, are you?” He shifted down the trail, closer to where Alex stood frozen.

  The muscles in Alex’s forehead ached from being held tightly drawn. He couldn’t relax them. He shook his head, unable to speak. His gaze met Rafe’s and relief touched him when Rafe didn’t laugh again.

  Rafe glanced down the trail behind them, then up at the sky visible through the diminishing autumn foliage, weighing it up. “We can head back to the car, instead,” he offered.

  Alex didn’t think his heart could leap around more than it did already, yet at Rafe’s suggestion that they go home, it slammed up against his chest. It actually hurt. “No,” he said quickly. “Hell, no,” he added. “Sydney will skin us alive if we go back before…” He realized he had let his gaze skitter away from Rafe’s harsh expression when he saw the squirrel still sat there.

  Alex closed his eyes and turned his head away. His humiliation was complete.

  Rafe made a wordless sound. It wasn’t quite a hiss of frustration or impatience, or even amusement. Perhaps it was all three. Only, anger mixed with them.

  He shifted back up the trail. Alex’s hearing extended to its most sensitive, to track the movements of the squirrel he dared not look at. Rafe’s relatively heavier boot steps sounded like cracks of thunder in comparison.

  Four steps. A soft, inhuman growl.

  The squirrel shrieked. It didn’t chitter. A full, panicked scream sounded. Bark twisted and flew, gouged by tiny claws.

  Alex opened his eyes in time to see the red furry body and thick tail shimmy up the trunk of the cypress, twenty-five meters above them. It scurried along a slender branch. With all four limbs spread, the squirrel leapt across the space between the cypress and the closest spruce. Pine needles rained upon them as the limb the squirrel landed upon shivered and bent.

  The squirrel hugged the trunk, shifting around the girth with panicked, quick movements, and disappeared, still chittering in alarm.

  The creatures in the surrounding forest grew silent, recognizing predators were among them.

  Rafe turned back to Alex, his top lip shifting as his incisors retracted. The feral gleam in his eyes faded as he returned to the state closest to humans they could ever reach. He gripped Alex’s arm. “Come on, Arab.” His tone was gentle, yet still harsh with control.

  Rafe’s anger lingered. He was holding it inside.

  Biding his time.

  Alex sighed and let Rafe lead him around the cypress. As they moved up the trail, Rafe’s hand fell away. He pushed ahead, ramming the spiked end of the staff into the earth with more force than was needed.

  In all the years he had known Rafe, Alex had never seen him hang on to his temper in this way. They had left the house nearly three hours ago and endured a silent ninety-minute drive to the western parking lot at the trail head to Silleta de Padul. Just parking had created conflict, for Alex had wanted to walk the longer trail up to the Siete Lagunas—the seven lakes—which would give them more time.

  “The short one,” Rafe had tossed back, his tone stubborn. “I want this over and done with.”

  That had hurt.

  The semi-full parking lot and meandering tourists forced them to silence as they began the hike. They’d been walking for over an hour, at a steady, human-like pace, leaving the humans behind, for it was getting late. In all that time, Rafe had continued to brood.

  Alex had left him alone with his thoughts, hoping Rafe’s better sense and normally sanguine mood would reassert themselves.

  Now, he could not afford to leave Rafe alone to brood. It wasn’t simply Sydney’s directive that they sort things out between them before they returned home which drove him to speak, either.

  “Fatimid,” he said to Rafe’s stiff, square back. “Arabs come from the Arabian Peninsula.” Which he did not. Rafe knew that, though.

  “Whatever.”

  The need to hit back inflated inside Alex with the force of a blow torch. It burned. He ground his teeth together. “Spaniard,” he muttered. Rafe hated the name. He considered it an epithet when applied to him.

  Rafe whirled, his face working. “Iberian! Iberian! I’m fucking Iberian! And this is my land, right here!” His foot lifted and landed heavily. He stomped.

  Alex stared, both fascinated and awed at Rafe’s flaring, heated anger. “In the nine hundred years I’ve lived, five centuries I have lived right here. I’m more a native of this land than you. You drifted. Only, that is what you do, isn’t it?”

  Rafe strode down the trail, back to where Alex had halted. Rocks rattled and leaves crunched, for the trail hugged the edge of a narrow shelf here, as it rounded stony outcroppings and climbed toward the cairn at the peak. The trees thinned.

  Rafe stopped barely a pace away. “What the hell does that mean?” His olive features worked, ruining the symmetry and the beauty. His dark honey-colored eyes narrowed. Not even the long lashes lessened the fury in them.

  The air shifted between them. Alex saw Rafe as a stranger might. For a heart-stopping moment, he saw Rafe’s strength, his determination.

  His passion.

  This was not a passing moment for Rafe, either. It wasn’t a squall, forgotten soon after they made up.

  Alex remembered why they were here and that he couldn’t afford to let this go, either. “You went to see your old family!” he cried, feeling the hurt all over again, as fresh and as painful as the first time he learned what Rafe had done.

  “My fucking son died!” Rafe shot back, his face flushing red. His human emotions were stronger than his symbiot’s ability to compensate. “I shouldn’t go to his funeral?”

  “You are supposed to be dead to them and to all the humans around them! How could you risk it, Rafe? How could you risk exposing us all this way?”

  Rafe rolled his eyes. “Fuck the Blood,” he muttered, whirling away. “What do you know about it? My son died.”

  “You knew it was wrong. You knew it was an unacceptable risk. It’s why you didn’t tell Sydney or me. It’s why you sneaked around behind our backs!”

  “It’s my fucking family!” Rafe cried.

  “We are your family!” The protest ripped from Alex’s chest, tearing out roots and leaving an invisible, bloody trail through his heart.

  Birds fluttered and flapped, high overhead.

  A squirrel shrieked at Alex. It sounded as though the creature perched over his shoulder, braced to leap
at him. Alex threw up his arm, a cry jamming in his throat. He staggered away from the tree, his heart pistoning like a steam engine at full tilt.

  His foot found nothing beneath it, warning him of the peril. Alex tried to throw himself back up the trail to where Rafe reached for him, his eyes wide.

  Their fingertips met as gravity took Alex. He fell, turning and twisting, slamming against branches and trunks. Bones broke, ribs crushed. One punctured his lung. Another rammed a sharp sliver into the left ventricle of his heart. His spine fractured. Stones and bark and needle-sharp pine quills, sticks and twigs scored and punched into his flesh.

  It was not a long fall. Perhaps twenty meters. It would have been fatal for a human. At the end of the sharp drop, the ground sloped at a more reasonable angle, the earth held in place by the skeleton of the mountain beneath.

  He slithered and rolled as he tried to flip around so his feet pointed down the slope, to halt him against a trunk or rock. His boot rammed into rock and the femur cracked with a sodden sound.

  For a moment, the pain blanketed his other senses, muffling them.

  A force wrenched at his broken leg, gripping his ankle. The power of the grip against his moving body separated the severed bone and tore at the muscles surrounding it. Alex groaned at the sheer agony, helpless to do anything else.

  Whatever gripped his boot anchored him and brought him to a halt with his leg at an impossible angle. His head laid on the downslope, resting against dried pine needles and pebbles which dug into his pounding skull.

  For a moment, he was a ball of pure pain. Then the symbiot snapped into life, repairing the damage, blanketing the pain, muffling all sensations. It sent the human responses into hibernation, sparing him.

  The crack and shiver of trees overhead forced Alex to open his eyes and focus.

  Rafe descended, jumping from tree to branch to trunk, back and forth, using his vampire strength and speed, despite their public location. He landed on the slippery slope and slithered down the fifteen meters to where Alex laid. He kept his balance despite the mini-avalanche of rolling stones and leaf litter he set off.