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Series: Alpha
Genre:Werewolf Paranormal
Length: Novella
Mia wanted Rome and feared Grey. Grey wanted Rome and had no interest in women. And Rome just plain wanted them both.

When Grey had to bring Rome back to the were pack, Rome fought hard. He no longer fit in with pack politics and he wasn't going to try. It was just his bad luck that both Grey and Mia were back at his old home and that his desire overcomes his political instincts.

It’s not until Grey is ordered to sire Mia’s baby that Rome finally sees a way to make everything he wanted finally come true. With Grey and Mia. All together.

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Reviews

“With non stopping drama and succulent passion, one will be thoroughly entertained by this romantic yet compelling story of love. One must admire Ms. Harte’s wonderful storytelling talents as she takes us to a whole different world. I enjoyed this book and based on this wonderful experience, look forward to seeing her next work. ”
—Jasmina Vallombrosa, TCM Reviews

“HOME by Treva Harte is a no-holds-barred look at werewolf pack politics and the players involved.”
—Natasha Smith, The Romance Junkies

“I highly recommend the Alpha series and have had a great time following these wonderfully loyal and intense Packs filled with testosterone and sexual energy. If you are looking for a great plot to go along with your erotica, Treva Harte delivers with Alpha 3:  Home.”
—Tara, Two Lips Reviews

Home is a different kind of love story. Rome is bisexual, Mia is straight, and Grey is gay, or so he thought. Grey’s character undergoes a life changing evolution. The sexual tension between the three characters is developed until it is at a flashpoint. I have read ménage stories before, but this is the first I have read with the story being focused on the men first. Ms. Harte drew me into the story with the intense struggle all three of these characters were facing. I will definitely go back and get the first two in this series!”
—Delia, Joyfully Reviewed

“Ms. Harte managed to once again draw me into her story from the very beginning and kept me reading, as I raced to the end.”
—Mystical Nymph, Literary Nymphs

Behind the Book

I really loved this world and since I'm pretty sure this was meant to be a trilogy, I'm sorry that I'm leaving it. I can't even say which character I liked the most because I enjoyed them all.

I think Rome, Mia and Grey make the perfect threesome. They were all meant for each other.


Excerpt from Home

© Copyright Treva Harte, 2007

It was a wonder Rome didn’t rip his pants, he got them off so fast. Grey would have smiled, but when all the blood in your body was rushing to your cock, it was kind of difficult to remember how. The kid didn’t bother to pace himself, just tore his clothes off and let Grey see.

God. Damn. It.

The body was as perfect as his damn face. This was no kid. Rome was a man. Hard muscles, furred chest, tight ass. Rome’s cock was already jutting out in excitement. Oh, yeah. He was just as tasty as Grey had imagined in his fantasies.

Grey stopped, pants halfway down his legs and said, “Suck me off.”

“We’ve been there before.” But Rome’s eyes were shining. “You better plan to go a little further than that tonight. Or are you going to back off again, old man?”

“Your ass is going to know where I’ve been soon enough. But I want your mouth right now.” Those full lips and those teeth with just the slightest overbite. That freaking agile tongue, longer than any non-were’s. God, yes. They both wanted it, no matter what might be said out loud.

Rome was on his knees and drawing Grey’s leaking cock inside almost before Grey had told him what to do, the kid’s cheeks already hollowing out as he began the suction. Oh yeah, this boy knew how to suck cock.

Grey clenched his hands into fists, fighting the urge to spew right then, right into that clever mouth. It had been too long since Rome had done that and it had ended too abruptly.

“Jesus, don’t tell me to stop this time, Grey. Don’t.” Rome murmured the words against Grey’s aching shaft. Grey shuddered, holding onto Rome’s shoulders before he slid to the floor.

“You can bet I won’t. We’re not stopping until we’re both dripping wet, cross-eyed and face down on the floor.” Grey loosened his grip long enough to transfer it into Rome’s too long hair. He thrust hard into Rome’s mouth and that mouth let him in. Harder, longer, faster. He thrust deeper than he had in years with any of his partners.

Grey was too damn big for most people and he’d learned to be considerate. Fuck consideration this time. He finally had a partner who knew how to match him. Rome was already making him forget everything but the animal that wanted more.

And Rome was giving him more.

Jesus, he was buried to his balls, with Rome’s lips still wrapped around his cock. And the kid was murmuring approval and making things feel too damn good…

“Shit. Not. Yet.” Grey forced himself to stop.

“You’d better be planning to finish this or—”

“Or what?” Grey didn’t wait for the answer. “Get on your hands and knees. I want your ass bad.”

He was damn tempted to jerk himself off as he watched Rome obey him. What could be sexier than seeing a man get ready for his cock? Especially this particular male. But he wanted to finish off inside Rome this time.

God, what a pretty ass. And it was presented to him without an argument, just the way he’d asked. That was prettier yet. The kid had positioned himself on the bed in front of the yellowed motel mirror. So Rome wanted to watch? Grey realized his fingers were shaking as he spread lube into that tight hole. God, he better not fuck up in front of an audience. He didn’t think it was possible, though. If this turned out half as good for Rome as it was for Grey right now—

Grey didn’t finish the thought. He couldn’t. He knew he couldn’t enter Rome immediately. Not if he wanted Rome begging for him. It would be over too fast. So he thrust one finger in and smiled, a tight grin, when Rome twitched against his hand. He used two fingers then, scissoring against Rome’s passageway and then three, grinding his palm against Rome’s ass.

Rome whimpered, a heart-felt wail, and abruptly stopped.

“What the fuck?” Grey’d meant to drag things out as long as he could, make Rome want it, remember it, crave it.

Crave him.

“I’m not—” Rome cut the words off as if they were strangling in his throat.

“You’re not what?”

Not interested? Shit. Grey almost whimpered himself.

“I’m not—begging. I won’t. Not this time. Oh Jesus, Grey.” Rome backed against his hand. “Maybe I am. Just fucking do me.”

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