BYZANTINE HEARTBREAK by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Beloved Bloody Time series Book 2.0

Vampire Menage Urban Fantasy Time Travel Romance Novel

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Can they love again? Is it too late?

Nayara Ybarra and Ryan Deasmhumhain are the most powerful vampires known to humans in the 23^rd century. They lead the Chronometric Preservation Agency, welded together yet divided by grief that won’t heal, their lives on hold. Vampires have lived apart from humans in the two hundred years since Nayara and Ryan jumped back in time and killed their lover, Salathiel, to halt the time wave that was destroying humanity and vampires.

Now, Càel Stelios, Worlds Assembly member, intends to make humans like vampires any way he can. He knows the vampires must become allies.  Their unique strengths and abilities will help humans in the coming battle against the raging psi and their psychotic leader, Gabriel.

While he wages his political and social campaign he hides his true ambitions—to win Nayara and Ryan for himself.  But despite being politically powerful, rich, smart and sexually potent, Stelios has a overwhelming disadvantage—he’s human.  “No” is not a word he accepts without a fight, however.  The psi-filers and Gabriel have plans, though, that will make fighting very real and bloody indeed…

READER ADVISORY: These vampire ménage romance novels each contain two hot, sexy alpha heroes, frequent, explicit and frank sex scenes and sexual language. It includes heart-stopping sexual scenes between the aforementioned sexy heroes, ménage scenes, and anal sex.  Do not proceed beyond this point if hot love scenes offend you.
No vampires were harmed in the making of this series.

Books in the Beloved Bloody Time series:
1.0: Bannockburn Binding
1.1: Wait
2.0: Byzantine Heartbreak
2.1: Viennese Agreement
3.0: Romani Armada
4.0: Spartan Resistance
5.0: Celtic Crossing
5.5: Beloved Bloody Time Boxed Set
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EXCERPT FROM BYZANTINE HEARTBREAK
COPYRIGHT © TRACY COOPER-POSEY 2016
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Stelios tossed back the shot and poured again. “You know them. Better than perhaps anyone else in the world.”

“No one knows that pair well.” Christos placed the board back on the desk gently. “This research is just dates, facts. Timelines.”

“Exactly,” Stelios said. “It’s probably the first time those dates have ever been pulled together, but it’s still just resumes.” He sat on his desk again. “Ryan Deasmhumhain and Nayara Ybarra are both over two thousand years old. Together they run the most powerful vampire organization in the world. And nobody knows anything about them. You’re the closest to an expert on them.”

“I’m not an expert.” Christos crossed his arms over his great chest. “I’m a friend. And this friend is wondering why you’re so damned curious about them.”

Stelios put his hand on the reading board. “I’ve been working with them for weeks, Brendan. I can’t figure them out. And I can’t get anywhere with them if I don’t understand them. We’re going to be working together more in the future. I need to know how their minds work.”

“You do, huh?” Christos grinned. “You’re a lying sack of Greek shit, Stelios.”

Stelios drained his glass. “Am I?”

Christos jerked his thumb over his shoulder. Toward Athens. “I’m not one of your voters, Assemblyman. I don’t get a vote, remember? I’m not allowed to vote, because I’ve been around too long, and I know you’re laying it on thick enough to choke a lamb to death.” He pointed to the board. “You’ve read that and you’ve been up to the station and working with Ryan and Nayara for weeks, on and off. You’re a smart man, Stelios. You’ve already got more than half a picture about them by now. I know that because Ryan hasn’t gelded you, they haven’t drawn your blood and Nayara hasn’t tossed you out of the nearest airlock. You’ve figured them out enough to get along with them in all that time. So what do you really want?”

Stelios felt the sudden urge for another drink. He cleared his throat and moved around the desk, back to the chilled cabinet.

Christos made a breathy sound behind him. Then: “No…! Tell me you don’t really hold some sort of…” Then he heard Christos laugh, low and long.

Stelios busied himself pouring the drink. By the time the drink was ready, his face was under control and Christos was silent once more. Stelios returned to the desk, staying on this side of it. He looked Christos in the eye.

Christos had the grace to not laugh again. But he was smiling. “Man, you aim high,” he said simply. “Which one?”

“Does it matter?” Stelios asked, glad to hear his voice emerge evenly.

Christos considered and shook his head. “In the end, no. You’ll never get either of them. They’re welded together, those two.”

“They’re not together romantically. Not anymore,” Stelios pointed out.

“Not since Salathiel died,” Christos agreed. He stepped up to the other side of the desk. “Got another one of those in that bottle?” he asked, indicating Stelios’ drink.

Surprised, Stelios nodded. He turned and poured another drink into a fresh glass, added ice and pushed it over the desk toward the Spartan. Christos lifted it and sniffed appreciatively. The glass looked diminutive in his big hand. “Aahh. Brings back memories,” he growled. He looked Stelios in the eye. “Now we have the measure of each other, human. I know what you want.”

“What do I want?” Stelios asked curiously.

“You want the key to unlocking them.”