KISS ACROSS TOMORROW by Tracy Cooper-Posey

Kiss Across Time series. Book 8.0 

Vampire Menage Urban Fantasy Time Travel Romance Novel

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After 900 years together, Brody declares he is leaving…

While everyone is mapping alternative worlds, meeting new friends and exploring ways to use time-travel instead of being terrified by it, Brody tells Veris and Taylor their marriage is over—with no room for negotiations or compromise.

Shattered, Taylor and Veris must pick up the broken pieces of their lives and go on. Only…can they? Or was Brody the linchpin and without him, everything unravels, including Veris’ love for Taylor?

Time and time-travel become their tools, as they struggle to resolve the heartache and destruction Brody has left behind.

Reader Advisory: This time travel novel features two super-hot alpha vampire heroes, and explicit sex scenes. Do not read this book if frank sexual language offends you. The time-space continuum was restored to order at the end of this book. Promise.

This book is part of the paranormal time travel Kiss Across Time series:
1.0: Kiss Across Time
2.0: Kiss Across Swords
2.1: Time Kissed Moments*
3.0: Kiss Across Chains
3.5: Kiss Across Time Box One
4.0: Kiss Across Deserts
5.0: Kiss Across Kingdoms
5.1: Time And Tyra Again*
6.0: Kiss Across Seas
6.5: Kiss Across Time Box Two
7.0: Kiss Across Worlds
7.1: Time And Remembrance*
8.0: Kiss Across Tomorrow
8.1: More Time Kissed Moments*
9.0: Kiss Across Blades
10.0: Kiss Across Chaos
11.0: Kiss Across the Universe
11.1 Kiss Across Time Notebook
11.2: Even More Time Kissed Moments*
12.0: Kiss Across Forever
[*Time Kissed Moments are short stories, novellas and collections featuring the characters and situations featured in the Kiss Across Time series.]
The series has ongoing storylines and characters.  Reading the books in order is recommended.

This series is also available as a Special Bundle

{Also see: Urban Fantasy, Menage Romance, Paranormal Romance, Time Travel, Novels, Novellas.}

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Kiss Across Tomorrow
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 by Emmai
Kiss Across Tomorrow

Tracy Cooper-Posey can really deliver the goods. She remains true to Taylor, Veris and Brody both as individuals and as a dynamic triad. I confess that I did read this out of order (even though not recommended) because I just couldn’t wait to find out about Brody’s declaration that he’s leaving! However I will go back to reading them in order so that I don’t miss meeting everyone for this first time. Plus I want to re-read books one and two just to re-experience the first kiss and the Jordan love scene as referenced by Taylor and Veris. Thank you, Tracy for writing these stories.

 by Vicki
Kiss across Tomorrow

OMG! Can't believe the twists and turns here. I now have to read more to fill in the blanks.

 by Shalene

I have read all of the other books in this series and absolutely love them. Tracy is one HELL of a writer! Ive read several of her other books also and just can't get enough of her.

 by Kathi Soniat
Time-Traveling Vampires with a Twist!!!!

We have our regular cast of characters – adding to their knowledge of time-travel by “mapping” out various locations and times; to the chagrin of some who feel this is risky. One such trip reveals a startling twist to our time travelers, and there they also find like-minded associates who come to play a large part in this amazing story.

Deep dive into the personal relationships and questions such as; can trinity survive when only two remain. Intricate detailed story full of heat, humor and heartbreak; Ms. Cooper-Posey has outdone herself here!!

 by Glenys Nicoll
Kiss Across Tomorrow

Another stunner in this series, but I must admit I had total faith in Brody, I knew he still loved them, and there would be way more to his leaving, and as usual leaves this reader looking for the next book eagerly

 by momcat5200
Kiss Across Tomorrow

This story just renews my faith in Tracy's writing! I could not imagine that Brody would just up and leave his two lovers, but he does it so decisively. And no one can find any trace of him! Did no one else notice all the characters from not just one, but two (!), of her other series making appearances? I'd been wondering if this would happen one day. What a fantastic denouement!

 by Peter
Kiss across time tomorrow

Awesome, awesome, awesome, loved this book, love this series, can’t wait for the next one.

 by Cathy


 by Stephany
Kiss Across Tomorrow

Another great book in the Kiss Across Time Series. This book will give you surprises, will make you want to cry and will have you engrossed that once you get to the end of the story, you will be wishing and it continued forever.

I cannot wait for the next book in this series and will be grabbing it up as soon as I can.

 by Rebecca Ewen
Kiss across tomorrow

What an absolutely fantastic read, once I started I couldn’t put it down. Loved loved loved it.

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Chapter One

Note:  Excerpt contains frank language.

If she had known what awaited them at that particular bookmark in time, Taylor would have bet seeing her first alien would be the highlight of the jump.  As it turned out, aliens were the least of her problems.

She and Brody landed off-centre in the middle of an anonymous hotel corridor that ran for what looked like miles.  The carpet underfoot was thick and luxurious, not standard, hard-wearing commercial low-pile.  The air was still and the lighting subdued.

“What the hell?” Taylor breathed, turning to look the other way.  The corridor ended at a fire escape door, only twelve yards away. An ice machine recess was to the right.

Brody looked down at the carpet, then kicked it.  “I don’t believe it,” he said.  “I recognize this carpet.  I think we’re in the Lombardy, Taylor.”

“In New York?”  She considered.  “The Lombardy was pulled down ten years ago.”  At least, it had been in their world.  “So, there’s a New York in this world, then,” she added.

Brody grinned.  “I used to love this place.”

“You love any place reeking of snobbery,” Taylor pointed out.

“I like the good life,” Brody replied.  “Sue me.”

She smiled.  “Let’s head down to the lobby and sit a while.  Just watching should give us enough information to catalogue this place and go home.”

Brody picked up her hand and slid it under his elbow and moved down the corridor with her.  “You jumped to a bookmark?” he asked.

“A big one,” Taylor replied.

“The middle of a hotel corridor…seems like an odd place to be drawn to.”

“You really think this is odd, given some of the worlds we’ve seen lately?” Taylor asked.   She recalled the burnt out,  irradiated husks they’d visited.  The worlds where global warming was more advanced, where it hurt to breathe raw air.  Places where the coastlines had disappeared because of rising water levels.

Wars were common—no world seemed to be able to find global, permanent peace.  Famine.  Natural disasters.  Totalitarian regimes running what were democracies in Taylor’s world.

Brody must have been recalling some of those same worlds, for he chuckled.  “Have you noticed how Veris’ nose twitches whenever we talk about the weird shit?”

Taylor smiled, for Veris’ nose did wrinkle.  He didn’t agree with Sydney’s project to map alternative worlds for future reference.  “It’s a waste of time,” he had growled when Taylor told him she was going to help Sydney with the mapping.  When Marit and Alannah and Aran all volunteered, too, Veris’ objections grew louder.  “I don’t care if it’s there and back—any jumping is dangerous,” he told the twins.

“So is swimming at Squibnocket Beach,” Aran said, before Taylor could respond.  “Take a breath, Far.  This is important work, it’s straight forward jumping-observation-return stuff and we’re all helping.”

“It’s make-work,” Veris replied.

Taylor patted his arm.  “It’s trivial, but even you don’t know how useful it might be in the future.”

“Time jumping is not a tool!” Veris shot back, his scowl settling and his chin jutting.

That was the last time he had protested, for even the twins were old enough to determine their own actions and Veris was wise enough not to try to prevent them.  Instead, he shifted uneasily whenever the conversation at home turned to the wonders seen while mapping alternative worlds for Sydney.

Taylor rested her head against Brody’s arm for a second, as he prodded the down button for the elevator.  “Poor Veris.  He does find this all a strain.”

Brody snorted.  “Veris is not poor, not in finances or spirit.  He’s just being ornery.”  He turned her, his hands on her shoulders, so she was facing him properly, then drew her into his arms.  His black eyes danced as he bent and brushed his lips over the corner of her jaw, just by her ear, making her shiver.

“You know,” he murmured against her neck, and stroked his tongue over the flesh.  “Our cash might be good here.  We could get a room, spend some time checking this world out from the window…”

Taylor closed her eyes and sighed.  Brody was warm against her for they were the same body temperature, now she was no longer human.  She didn’t get hungry or tired or cold, anymore.  When her body stirred these days it was purely because Brody or Veris, or both of them at once, were doing something to make the last of her human instincts wake.

“I can’t,” she breathed into his ear as Brody eased the tiny strap of her sun top from her shoulder with his teeth.

He pushed his hand beneath the thin cotton of the top and up.  His fingers curled over her breast and his thumb stroked her nipple.

Taylor gasped, her nerves fizzing.

“Are you sure?” Brody murmured.

“Really sure,” she said regretfully.  “I promised Remy I would jump him to Paris for some shopping.”

Brody’s gaze met hers.  “You can jump back to any when,” he pointed out.  “It’s impossible for you to be late.”  His thumb teased and rubbed.  “It’s been a while since just you and I…”

Taylor drew in a shuddering breath.  “Brody, I would love to.  I would.  But Remy is going stir crazy with London on lock-down right now.  It wouldn’t be fair.”

The elevator chimed.  Brody dropped his hand.  “No one took me shopping when you were pregnant.”  He tried to sound grouchy, but Taylor knew he was teasing.  She pushed him toward the elevator.

Brody let himself be herded inside.  There was another couple already in the elevator, both wearing elegant evening clothes.  The woman, in her late fifties, glittered with each movement, her diamonds and sequins catching the light.

Her partner wore a tuxedo that looked perfectly normal to Taylor.  Clothing was always a strong hint of how strange a world really was, even if everything seemed normal at first glance.  These two looked similar to people in their own world.

Both of them measured Taylor in her sun top and cotton trousers and flat pumps, their brows raising.

Taylor leaned toward Brody as the door closed.  “I feel very underdressed,” she sub-vocalized, which Brody would still hear.

Brody wore jeans and a designer teeshirt, which they had learned could pass in almost every world.  He shrugged his wide shoulders.  “It’s a hotel,” he said, his voice just as low.  “All sorts come and go.”

The other couple kept them from talking freely.  Taylor kept her gaze forward, although even the polished steel walls reflected the woman’s evening finery.

The elevator halted smoothly and the doors swept open.  The lobby was all cream walls and marble floors, with slim columns and mirrors, plush armchairs and sofas.

And it was jammed with people, all of them in evening clothes.

Taylor’s heart gave a little flutter.  Brody’s hand settled on the small of her back and gave her a gentle nudge forward.  She made herself walk out among the black satin lapels and bowties, silk and satin and lace, horribly self-conscious.

Then she halted again, for there was an alien serving champagne.

Brody gripped her hip to stop himself from running over her.  “Oops,” he breathed.

Taylor turned her head to look at him.  Her neck seemed to be filled with ball bearings that squealed as she turned her chin.

Brody frowned.  “What?” he whispered.

She turned her chin back again, with the same grinding sound, to look once more at the waiter holding out a silver tray of slender champagne flutes.  He—it—she?  Taylor didn’t know.  They wore black pants, a white shirt and vest and a bow tie, just like any waiter Taylor had ever seen before.  Their body beneath the clothes didn’t look odd—they were bipedal, with standard human length arms, although they had long legs.  The legs seemed to work the same way as human legs, with a knee joint.  They were about the same width, too.

Above the collar, though, nothing was human normal.  The skin of the creature was dark brown and from where Taylor could see, it was thicker than human skin.  The word “tough” occurred to her.

The face was symmetrical, with a discernable mouth, a small “nose” and rather large eyes that had pupils like human eyes.  Above the eyes, the creature’s head swept up and back in a series of vertical ridges that might be bone or cartilage.  The ridges were a slightly lighter color than the rest of the head.  There was no hair.  The ridges ended in points.

None of the humans paid the waiter any attention at all, which added to the surrealism.

Brody squeezed her hand.

When had they joined hands?

Taylor looked at him and he nodded, a tiny movement, to the other side of the lobby.  There was a waiter there—another alien.  Taylor’s heart squeezed and worked, completely out of her control.  This alien wore a skirt instead of trousers and the front of the shirt and vest mounded over…

“Breasts,” she breathed, staggered.

Brody pulled her against him.  “Over to the chairs on the far side there, see?  They’re just getting up.  Let’s sit, before we fall down.”

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