Romani Armada
Authors: Tracy Cooper-Posey
About
Romani Armada
What goes around, comes around, including love.
Justin Edward Kelly, vampire and Chronologic Touring Agency member, hates time traveling and prefers to pretend he’s human. Deonne Rinaldi
is
human and arm-twisted the Agency into the deal of a life-time: They make her a vampire if she pulls off the PR campaign of her career and make humans like vampires. Everyone was stunned when the mismatched pair became lovers, including Deonne and Justin and neither of them will admit even to themselves how well the relationship works.
While Deonne is tucked away in history to protect her from Gabriel’s psi-file army ravages, Justin gets a time-delayed letter from her telling him their affair is over. She is in love with Adán Xavier Santiago, a Romani vampire from ancient Spain who
will
turn her.
Despite the massive dangers screwing with time this way can cause, Justin travels back to China to confront Deonne, but when he arrives there is no Adán and Deonne knows nothing about the letter. Justin, not used to time traveling, figures he’s averted a personal disaster until Deonne meets a sexy Spaniard who introduces himself as Adán….
WARNING: This book contains 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, menage 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 novel.
Romani Armada
is Book 3 of the Beloved Bloody Time series:
Book 1:
Bannockburn Binding
Book 2:
Byzantine Heartbreak
Book 3:
Romani Armada
(With more to come!)
Praise for the Beloved Bloody Time series
The storylines are creative, the characters surprise us – over and over again.
Reading Romances
The world of time traveling vampires and the Chronometric Conservation Agency is so well conceived and written. I promise, no matter how much you read, this is a unique world. This complex world is well written and presented in a manner that didn’t overwhelm me.
The Romance Reviews
I’ve never been a fan of futuristic, sci-fi or time-travel books, but the characters and worlds that Tracy builds for her readers is impossible not to love. … I can’t wait for this series to continue. There are so many different ways that Tracy Cooper-Posey could take this storyline and if history truly does repeat itself, I’m positive she won’t disappoint.
Vampire Romance Books
The storyline is incredible. I must confess I’m dying to read the next book in the series!
Booked Up Reviews
Tracy Cooper-Posey’s intriguing characters will quickly make their way into your hearts and wanting more of her time traveling vampires!
Romancing the Darkside
Contents
Praise for the Beloved Bloody Time series
More erotic paranormal romance by Tracy Cooper-Posey
Other books by Tracy Cooper-Posey
PRIMERA PARTE
Chapter One
Northumberland, Britain, 793:
“It looks so...ordinary,” Dimas Antoni whispered, suppressed excitement making his voice hiss. He lay in the long grass on the shore, moving the digital binoculars so he could scan the length of the island. Every now and again, he would click the shutter to capture a photo.
In the pre-dawn light, the island of Lindisfarne lay a stone’s throw from the mainland, long and flat except for the small hillock at the end. It seemed to float on a low cushion of fog.
The large, rough stone building in the middle of the island was St. Cuthbert’s monastery. Nestled beside it lay a small village, clinging to the walls for the scant amount of protection the monastery gave. There were lights glowing from the monastery windows as the monks prepared for dawn prayers.
Seabirds swirled and cried overhead. Boats were dragged across shale into the still water, in preparation for the day’s fishing. Their sounds carried over the water with almost perfect clarity.
“It
is
an ordinary day for them,” Ophelia assured him, lying back in the grass. She had seen this day before, from different vantage points. It held no thrill for her any more.
“Smoke from cottages, fishermen setting out....” Antoni lifted his eyes from the binoculars to glance at her where she lay. “I have researched the Vikings for nearly fifty years. I’m considered the pre-eminent living expert in all the worlds, yet I feel like a sixteen year old on his first date.” He grinned. “I had no idea it would be like this.”
“So ordinary?” she said, with a smile.
“So thrilling and yes, so ordinary.” He sighed. “The university and the foundation did not want to fund this journey. If only they could be here to see this, to understand. They would have every historian journey back. I have learned more in these last two weeks than I have in my decades of research.”
“That was the point of the journey.”
“To be rich enough to do this whenever one wanted—you’re so lucky.” He went back to scanning the island.
Ophelia grimaced. “I’m glad you think so,” she said dryly. She checked the time on the clock she carried in a concealed pocket in her gown to make sure her time sense was accurate. “The first longboats will appear in twenty-three minutes. You’ll get about seven minutes to watch, before the Vikings cross the causeway and spread out over this coastline. Then we must pull back.”
“So, June, not January,” Antoni muttered. “Haven’t I always said so?”
Ophelia smiled to herself and settled in to wait, watching to the north where the first square sail would be seen. She much preferred to escort historians and other scholars through history. Despite their pre-occupation with academic affairs, they were so profoundly moved by the smallest detail. Just walking through a village provided them with entertainment and interest to last the day. Yesterday, as they’d travelled the final twenty miles to the village, Beal, Antoni had spent over an hour studying a road marker – a simple, small cairn of stones, with the marker stone carved with Christian symbols for St. Cuthbert’s monastery.
A commercial client would have wanted more visible drama. They would never have been content to lay concealed in rushes, five hundred meters away from the first Viking raid in British history.
The day gradually lightened and there was a pleasant breeze coming in off the sea. Ophelia rolled onto her back and watched the grass around her sway. Antoni would let her know when he saw the first Northman sail appear. She let herself rest, fully experiencing the human weariness in her body from the walking the day before and the night’s uncomfortable lodging on bare ground, without a blanket.
“There’s a man coming,” Antoni murmured. “Over there.”
She looked up to where he was pointing. It wasn’t toward the island. Rather, he pointed further north along the coast and inland.
She sat up carefully, not raising her head too far above the grass, her instincts alerted.
A dark-haired man in a good-quality long cloak was walking toward them. Directly toward them. It was Charbonneau. Rob.
Surprise brought Ophelia to her feet, but she stayed crouched. “What are you doing here?”
“Collecting you,” Rob said.
“Keep your head down,” she advised him, dropping back to her knees. “The Northmen will not care why you are here.”
Rob lowered himself to the grass beside her, looking out over the calm sea. The early fog had almost gone and the fishing boats were already well out toward the horizon. There was nothing to see for now. “Peaceful,” he remarked.
Antoni glanced at him once before returning to his watch through the binoculars.
“I thought you were still training?” Ophelia murmured.
“You’ve missed a bit while ye’ve been gone.” His tone was light but there was an inflection in his voice that made her look at him. When her gaze met his, his eyes flickered toward Antoni.
Ophelia’s gut tightened. There were things he didn’t want to say in front of the human.
“We need to talk,” Rob added.
“Ignore me,” Antoni said, his voice muffled as he lay with the glasses pressed to his face. “For the next forty minutes, you could hatch plans to end the world, for all I care.”